she should wear it like this more often

Day One Hundred and Six

-An elderly man with a mysterious aura, equal parts cryptid and cryptid hunter, stumbled into my lane, only to purchase $10 of Minions accessories.

-Two men stood by the fitting rooms, discussing their majors, schools, careers, life plans, and everything in between. The conversation lasted at least ninety minutes, and I was at no point able to discern whether they were acquainted before this moment. If not, this has potential to be the ultimate meet-cute.

-Three team members, myself included, came in wearing the exact same shirt. In reality, I should have seen this coming. Such is the curse of getting your work uniform at work.

-As I am wont to do on long and stressful softlines shifts, I have made a friend. Tonight’s companion is a small stuffed pup who I have named Isabelle. She is as soft as she is soothing and I am grateful for her presence.

-I watched as a father pushed his daughter all throughout the store on Heelys, helping her accomplish some stunningly sweet stunts. This is a modern model of fatherly love that I would like to see more often.

-A screaming chicken toy has broken in a display case, resulting in hours of incessant shrieks. I have become fully desensitized to the sounds of agony with which I am now surrounded. A murder could take place in the electronics section and I would not flinch. I feel this may be a part of the basic indoctrination of a retail worker.

fjdjfkdkcksnc god that post where OP says something about how men should wear eyeliner more often and some weirdo throws a fit on her post is like… so funny to me… bc everyone is making fun of the dude for being an embarrassing conservative Christian type but OP is one too and she REALLY hates the gays. like both of them are morons

{Reaction} Monsta X Seeing you Wear Something Revealing

Monsta X reaction to you wearing a lot of slacks and loose sweaters, but one day she decides to wear a shorts and a tank top with a neckline, and ends up revealing her body that is too beautiful

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

“Jagi you’re just too much for me.”


Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by study-me-misha

“How did I get so lucky?”


Shin Hoseok/ Wonho

Originally posted by wonhontology

“My lap is feeling a little lonely… you should come and sit in it.”


Son Hyunwoo/ Shownu

Originally posted by idiotfadeddream

“Jagi I- where’s your clothes? I mean, you look amazing but- ahh I’m blushing”


Lim Changkyun/ I.M

Originally posted by hyungjooki

“You look so beautiful Jagiya.”


Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by babywoon

“That shirt looks amazing on you Jagi, it really suits you.”


Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by trainingpanda

“You should dress up like that more often, you look so sexy.”

anonymous asked:

Describe the foxes' hands pls :) im trying to draw them but i dont have any imagination :/

oh my god

  • kevin: artist’s hands, with long deft fingers. really nice nails that look like he has manicures even though he doesn’t (well, maybe sometimes). his left hand swells when he works hard (so, every day, pretty much) but the bones set surprisingly straight considering they were never properly treated. he makes fists of them when he’s nervous. there’s a blog dedicated to his sexy man hands and all the kevin day fans share them everywhere
  • dan: TEENY LITTLE HANDS with broad palms and quite short fingers. strong-looking, calloused across the base of the her centre three fingers. she paints her nails in bright colours (like orange!!! but also yellow and pastel pink and neon green) and moisturises with lemon-scented creme that allison buys her each birthday and christmas. loves to wear pretty rings, anything from fine plain metal to big chunky statement ones
  • matt: GIANT HANDS which means there’s a pic on the wall of dan holding her hand up against matt’s to compare (from before they started dating. they’re actually about to arm wrestle). thick-knuckled from boxing. shares dan’s moisturiser, so his hands smell citrusy too
  • renee: small hands with neatly trimmed nails that she doesn’t often paint unless they’re all doing them together. wears cute gloves all through winter because they get cold. red-silvery ropes of scarring in the meat of her palm where she once grabbed a blade aimed at her belly, to match the tracery on her knuckles where she was cut once or twice. they ache sometimes in bad weather, and swell in the heat, and she often clenches and relaxes them to ease stiffness. they’re helper’s hands, made to work as well as fight, and more soft and generous than they look like they should be 
  • aaron: workmanlike square hands with bitten nails and major tan line from his watch on his left wrist. they get cold easily but he never buys gloves so he often shoves them in his pockets and hunches his shoulders. has a crooked finger where he hit someone once (they deserved it) and it never healed right, but it doesn’t bother him much (except that he looks at it sometimes and thinks vaguely about becoming a doctor because everyone - even bratty poor kids -  deserves proper medical care)
  • allison: the kind of hands you see modelling rings - long fingers, slim lovely wrists, perfect nails in shell pink and iridescent silver and shimmering gold. she pays for manicures and moisturises obsessively. doesn’t mean she doesn’t have calluses, though - and she’s proud of them. these hands are beautiful, but they’re still as likely to make you lose a tooth as the hands of the other foxes
  • nicky: big mobile hands that are always on the move. the kind where you can make out every well-shaped bone and tendon moving under his skin, no marks to obscure them. he’s lazy about moisturising ever so they’re always super dry and also really warm. he always briskly chafes them over the hands or shoulders of anyone who complains about being cold. catch him holding hands with any and all of his teammates to keep their fingers warm 
  • andrew: broad palms, thick fingers; strong like the rest of him. scarred knuckles like tiny white starbursts where he’s punched things he shouldn’t - walls, mirrors, windows. misshappen knuckles from punching all kinds of stuff, actually (including people). broke bones more than once before he learned some technique for hurting people without hurting himself. under the marks, his skin is fairly pale from all the time he spends with them in his pockets, and also soft around the callouses from his racquet
  • neil: knobbly wrists but elegant slim hands that move quickly and lightly. they give him away sometimes, forming fists when he’s angry, and fluttering when he’s anxious or irritated. the burn scars stay rippled and obvious, but many of the finer scars between them eventually fade so you can only see them in the right light. often seen hooked into the hem of andrew’s sweater, or through a belt loop. andrew calls him “lost child” with a hint of mocking sometimes, but doesn’t tell him to stop
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Behold, all the femme appledash/butch rarishy junk I’ve been drawing! Make AJ looking feminine was hard, not even RD was as hard :_D I liked how most of them came out tho. There’s less Rarishy than Appledash because I focused on the last. Have some headcanons:

>Even if AJ and RD are the feminine ones, they would still beat the shit out of you if needed to. So don’t mess with them, ever.

  • RD is less likely to fight you, as she woulnd’t like to break a nail. But AJ won’t hesitate b*tch

>AJ likes to keep it natural and simple, in a “less is more” way. RD is the other way around tho, and even likes to show off.

>RD likes to use makeup. She’s always wearing some, even if you don’t notice. And it needs to stay nice. If you mess her makeup she will kill you.

>Rainbow is a very aggresive girl, who is like “fite me!” all the time. Applejack is calm, and looks like a nice girl (and she is!) , but can be very, very, sassy and sarcastic.

>AJ is the kind of girl that snorts while laughing.

>Almost everyone at school has a crush on AJ. The day RD and her confirmed to be in a relationship, you could hear the crying in Manehattan.

>They are the most popular couple at school.

>Butch Rarity doesn’t like dresses and girly stuff. At all. So of course Rainbow LOVES to make her dress in such things. Oh, how the turns have tabled…

>Rarity is very popular, but in a weird way, half the school likes her, other half dislikes her.

  • The half who dislikes her, usually laughs at her, or wouldn’t like to get involved with her.
  • This bothers Rarity but she acts like it doesn’t.

>Butch Fluttershy is like normal Fluttershy but with even more insecurities, if that’s possible.

  • People at school bully and make fun of her, telling her she doesn’t look like a girl. She has been always told she should be more feminine. And poor Fluttershy can’t understand why they wouldn’t leave her alone.
  • Rarity protects her and always shoo the bullies away. And after that she cuddles her a lot to make her feel better.

>Fluttershy doesn’t dislike girly things, she just feel more comfortable with her short hair and wearing very baggy clothes.

  • She’s often mistaken for a boy, because of that

>Rarity and Fluttershy have a very tender and calm relationship, they support each other a lot. 

  • Fluttershy is the only person Rarity truly loves and completely cares for
  • She is super protective of Fluttershy
  • Fluttershy feels completely safe with Rarity, as she’s the first person who didn’t laugh at her or asked her to change, when they met.

>AJ and Fluttershy are besties and love to do picnics together.

>Rares and Rainbow are the friends who are always fighting. Despite they clash, Rarity was the one who helped Rainbow with AJ.

>AJ and Rares are surprisingly good friends. Together they are the ultimate trash couple who will destroy you with their sassiness. They playfully flirt a LOT, but aren’t interested in each other at all. they still might have made out once or twice….

>Rainbow and Fluttershy are good friends too. Despite her rough nature, Rainbow makes an effort to be more gentle with Fluttershy, and kindly encourages her to be more girly, because dammit, she has the potential!

And that’s all I can think of :D

RFA+V+Saeran: Smut #1 (Part 1)

Requested by an anon: ″Hello! My request is RFA+V+Saeran react to seeing Mc naked in the shower. Like smut and fluff please!!! Thanks <3″
Because this is multi characters so i’ll make it short for each of them. Hope you’re ok with this anon~

Side note: Because I don’t do headcanons, so I do mini fics but it’ll be too long. So for this #1, I break it into two parts. Starting from next request which will be up after #1 Part 2, I will choose 4 characters that I feel I may do a better job.
Also, I didn’t do shower for all character. I change the setting a bit.

Warning: SMUT!

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Yoosung:
I’ve been playing LOLOL all night and realize just how late it has gotten. I tell the guild’s members that I’ll stop temporarily to go take a nice shower then be back soon. With that, I stand up and make my way towards the bathroom. Perhaps my mind is too occupied by the game that I don’t notice the noises from inside at all. I open the door and the moment I do, I hear high pitch scream.
“Mc!?”

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Are You Two Dating Now?

“Love? Can you grab the plates?” Joe calls out, glancing up from the food he’s cooking.

“Yup.” Y/N closes her computer, jumping up from the couch, she crosses the floor, her hand sliding along Joe’s back as she passes him, reaching for the plates. “Smells delicious.”

“We went Italian tonight!” He replies proudly, smiling over his shoulder at her.

“Always wanted to go to Italy,” She sighs, pausing briefly, plates in hand.

“I’ll take you one day.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sugg.”

“Me? Never.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “This is one I will keep. I’ll get you to Italy, Y/N. Just you wait.”

“Mhm, sure.” She rolls her eyes, placing the plates on the counter. “Can we eat now?”

“Just have to dish it out. Go take a seat.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asks, sitting at the work top on the other side, “I have an amazing best friend who cooks me delicious food and promises a trip to Italy.”

“I know, I’m pretty amazing.” Joe answers, winking at her as he places a plate of food in front of her. “Enjoy!”


The little moments between them were so normal now, that they never paid attention to them.

Of course, the boys had noticed, wondering why the two best friends acted like a couple without actually dating, but Y/N and Joe just shrugged and said it was who they were.

How they acted with each other was just who they were, it felt right for them. They never considered that they might have real feelings, they were just part of each other’s lives, and it was left at that.


“You ready for bed?” Joe asks a couple hours later, looking down at Y/N, who’s practically asleep on his lap.

“Hmm, think so.” She mumbles, yawning lightly. “Unless you wanna finish the movie?”

“The movie will be there tomorrow, love. Let’s go to bed.”

Nodding, she sits up, stretching. “Your couch is too comfy. And so are you.”

“My beds much comfier though,” He tells her, holding out a hand to help her up.

“I know. I always sleep better in it than my own,” Y/N laughs leaning against him as he leads her up to his room.

Once they’re in the bedroom, she walks over to Joe’s closet, grabbing a random shirt before stripping out of her own clothes, slipping it over her head a moment later.

“Here,” He’s waiting for her outside of the closet, a warm facecloth in his hand, and she takes it with a smile, beginning to wipe the make up off of her face.

“Oh shit,” Joe curses softly, pausing in his movements of pulling the blankets back on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to send an email. It’s pretty important, too.”

“Then go do it, and then come to bed.” Y/N tells him, walking over to wrap her arms around him, looking up at him. “You won’t relax until you do it.”

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly down at her, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her face, “I know you were all ready for bed.”

“It’s fine.” Lifting up, she places a simple kiss on his lips, “Go write your email. I’ll be here when you’re back.”

“Thanks, love.”

Neither think of the kiss that just occurred, another moment that just felt right for them.

And when Joe slips into bed beside her a short while later, he pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly.

“Night.” She mutters sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”


And when he kisses her good morning, they don’t think anything of it either.

The shift in their relationship simply happened, and both accept it without saying anything.

“The boys are coming over for brunch,” Joe tells her, his fingers running along her arm.

“Then we should probably get up and get dressed.”

“Probably.”

Yet they remain cuddled up in bed for a while longer, only dragging themselves out when Jack texts them to say that he and Josh will be there in ten minutes.

Y/N tosses her hair into a messy bun before pulling on her pants from last night, leaving Joe’s shirt on. He smiles over at her when she appears downstairs, commenting how nice she looks in his stuff.

“I should steal it more often.” She teases before going to answer the door as the boys arrive.


By now, the boys were used to the two acting like a couple, even if they didn’t really understand the relationship between the two, so no one batted an eye when they saw her wearing his shirt, or when Joe’s eyes followed her around the room.

And even when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning against him while she chatted casually with Jack, the boys just took it in stride.

It wasn’t until they were cleaning up from brunch that the boys grew confused.

“You don’t have to do that, love.” Joe says to Y/N, trying to pull her away from the sink where she’s doing dishes.

“It needs to be done,” She laughs, flicking bubbles at him.

“Make one of them do it, then.” He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Do you not want clean dishes?” She asks, her arms moving up to around his neck.

“Hmm, fair point.” Joe answers, leaning down to kiss her gently. “At least let me help?”

“Fine, you can dry.” Y/N tells him, lifting up to kiss him once more before she turns back to the sink.


The group of boys all stare over at them in shock and confusion, exchanging glances.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Caspar finally says, drawing the attention of the couple who aren’t a couple.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asks, taking the plate from Y/N, drying it.

“When did…that happen?” Conor asks, gesturing between the two.

“When did what happen?” Y/N glances over at Joe, but he shrugs, placing the plate onto the counter.

“You two just kissed.” Jack tells them, “I mean, we get you two are touchy and she wears your clothes and stays the night…but, you kissed.”

“Well, at least we know Jack can see.” Joe laughed, “But what’s the problem?”

“Are you two dating now?” Josh asks them, glancing between the two.

Y/N and Joe share a look, a silent conversation happening between them before she smiles, placing a soapy hand on his cheek as she reaches up to kiss him again.

“Suppose we are.”

“Guess so.” Joe shrugs, smiling fondly down at her.

“You two are so bloody confusing…” Oli mumbles, shaking his head.

Yet to Y/N and Joe, it all makes perfect sense.

Because it’s just who they are.

@becorvillo14 asked for: A romione headcanon or fic where hermione wears ron’s maroon sweater. 

i hope this fits the bill! pre-relationship romione set approximately during 5th or 6th year, starring our two favourite stubborn idiots :’’’)


“Hermione?” The voice is quiet where it interrupts the peace of the Gryffindor common room, barely more than a whisper. “Are you wearing my jumper?”

Hermione startles, turning around and knocking the books over from where they’re piled up next to her. “Ron! You scared me.”

Ron is looking at her with a bewildered expression. His eyebrows are creased together as he sits down in the space next to her, folding his long legs up beneath him and moving books out of the way in order to sit more comfortably. “That’s my jumper.” He says after a while of awkward silence. 

Hermione very deliberately does not look up from her work .“Is it? I didn’t realise.” 

Ron gapes her for a while. “It’s maroon. And it’s definitely too big for you.” 

“So?” Hermione lets her hair fall in front of her face, hopefully hiding the dark blush beneath her cheeks.

“So how did you put it on without realising that it was mine?” 

“I don’t know, I just did!”

“Right.”

“Right!”

Hermione huffs and wills her mind to focus back on the task at hand; namely, her Arithmancy homework- a task which proves far more difficult with Ron’s distracting presence. He’s not even doing anything, just sitting and picking at the carpet threads. For reasons she can’t name, Hermione finds it infuriating. 

There’s also the small fact that she is, indeed, wearing his jumper. She’d known from the moment she’d pulled it over her head that it wasn’t a good idea, but the jumper had been so warm and soft and distinctly Ron, she hadn’t been able to resist. Besides, it was late and the Gryffindor common room isn’t exactly known for being full of people at this time of night- how was she to know Ron, out of them all, would be the one to find her here, in his jumper no less? 

Hermione has just decided to end the awkward silence between them and run off upstairs so she can be mortified in peace when Ron speaks again. “It suits you, you know.”

Hermione blinks, confused. “I’m sorry- what?”

Ron looks up, his blue eyes meeting her brown. “The jumper. You should wear it more often… I mean, you can, if you like. I don’t mind.”

Speechless, Hermione nods a handful of times in quick succession, hurriedly gathering up the rest of her books before scampering up towards the girls’ dormitory. 

It’s not until she’s lying on her bead, heart pounding in her ears and Ron’s words circling in her brain that she realises she’s still wearing his jumper.

mssawyerdanvers  asked:

We need an entire fanfic starring Alex and her glasses (ok maybe maggie and a bed too but details...) (referring to the adrian's one when they're studying! Alex would totally help out a college student).

(Prompt referencing this fic – http://archiveofourown.org/works/9122290/chapters/21498746 )

When she first found out she needed them, she cried.

Eliza had gone on about how smart her little girl looked in glasses, and Alex just wanted to cry.

Because she got made fun of enough – she was enough of a nerd, it was hard enough for her to get through lunch without wisecracks or someone spilling a drink on her or general laughter sent in her direction – and glasses? Glasses would just make it worse.

It was Jeremiah that knew. It was Jeremiah that ordered her contacts. It was Jeremiah that fought with Eliza to get Alex to be able to use them, instead of her glasses, when she went out.

Vicky Donahue caught her in her glasses once. She’d dropped by unannounced and Eliza had let her up to Alex’s room without a second thought. It was nice that Alex had such a good friend now, after all.

Alex was laying on her bed, her nose stuck in an astrophysics book, trying to puzzle out the contradictions between the stories Kara told her about Kryptonian physics versus the Earth physics whose math she was scribbling into the margins.

“You wear glasses?” Vicky had asked, and Alex had jumped a mile high, moving to take them off immediately.

Vicky strode across the room quick enough to still her hands, quick enough to push the rectangular frames back onto her face, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“They’re cute,” she said, and Alex felt her face, her entire body, getting hot, felt an odd tugging sensation just underneath her belly, and she adjusted them like Kara did when she was nervous.

“You think?” she asked, and she’d never heard her own voice go that high.

“Yeah! You should wear them more often,” Vicky told her as she pulled Alex’s textbook into her lap before declaring it gibberish and that they should go grab some ice cream.

It was that, more than anything, that made Alex wear them a little more often at Stanford. In her dorm, at least. In her sweater and fuzzy socks and basketball shorts, one pen sticking out of her mouth and one pushed into her hair behind her ear.

They were replaced almost entirely by her contacts, though, when Eliza’s railing on her got too much. When I don’t understand how you could choose your own prestige over Kara’s safety, she’s languishing in Midvale without you, Alexandra became their every phone call, and the alcohol and the clubs and the attention from men with rough hands and cocky smiles at least made her feel… something. Sort of. Not really. But it was worth a try.

So her glasses, then, became standbys only for her worst hangovers, when dragging herself to the bathroom to slip in fresh lenses was just too much to ask.

And then there was J’onn, and then there was the DEO, and the days were so long her eyes would sting, but she would refuse to complain, and she would refuse to put on her glasses – or even acknowledge that she had them – until J’onn showed up, somehow, with her under-used glasses case and insisted that she take a minute to replace her contacts with her frames, because how could she expect to continue training when her eyes were that red, that painful?

He got her improved lenses after that, but he always made sure he kept a pair of glasses for her in storage, for those nights she insisted on working extra late, extra hard, extra, extra, extra.

But for the most part, still, her glasses still only come on at night, when she’s alone, when she’s huddled in her old Stanford sweater and sweatpants and no bra and a single bobby pin keeping her hair off her forehead as she loses herself in reading.

But then there’s Maggie Sawyer.

Because the first time Maggie sees Alex in her glasses – it’s late and they’re settling in for a night of snuggling, of reading, by the fireplace – Alex pads out of her bedroom tentatively, eyes wide, eyes nervous, pajama pants and gray long-sleeved shirt, biting her bottom lip slightly, because what if Maggie thinks she looks weird, what if Maggie thinks she looks ridiculous, what if Maggie thinks her glasses are stupid, that they make her less… perfect?

But when Maggie looks up, her breath hitches and her jaw nearly smacks onto the floor, and she gulps, and she splutters, and Alex reddens, because she’s still just getting used to being this vulnerable, still just getting used to being this… worshipped.

Because Maggie is rasping her name and padding across the floor to her and sweeping her hair away from her face and staring, staring, staring, because “Alex, you… you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t think they look silly?”

Maggie gulps and Maggie takes a long, slow breath. “I think they look like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Alex’s heart flutters and heat pools between her legs. “Really?”

Maggie pulls back to take in the whole picture of Alex looking that domestic, that vulnerable, that trusting, that smart, that sexy, that perfect.

“Oh yeah.”

So she starts wearing them at night, to cuddle, to read, to talk by the fireplace, to have tickle fights and laugh, and she even starts wearing them to some game nights, and god is it a relief to not have to always have her contacts in, to always have her guard up.

She starts wearing them while Maggie fucks her, slow and steady and harsh and ragged; starts wearing them when she gives Maggie lap dances wearing nothing but her glasses and a slip; starts wearing them when she puts on a tight-fitting suit and takes Maggie out to dinner, and Maggie can barely speak the entire time, and they don’t even make it fully back into the apartment before she slams Maggie into the wall and gives her exactly what she knows she’s been wanting all night; she starts wearing them and nothing else on lazy Sunday mornings while Maggie makes breakfast and coffee and sweet, desperate love to her.

She starts wearing them to tutor Adrian – and, as it turns out as the term progresses, the small handful of friends he starts bringing by every other week, because our professor doesn’t make physics half as cool as you do, Agent Danvers – and she starts wearing them to brunch on weekends and to the park on evening strolls and to the grocery store with Kara, Adrian, and the woman she swears she’s going to marry one day.

Because glasses?

Glasses don’t make her less perfect.

Glasses make her her, and if it’s good enough for Maggie Sawyer, then dammit, it’s good enough for her.

Secrets

Word Count: 3465

    Warnings: Curse words..? If that’s a warning oops.  And some violence.

    A/N: okay okay I already know that I have the Jealousy series going, but I wanted to add another series, and I thought this would be a fun one to write! I’m not getting many requests for one shots so I’m kind of stuck writing a few ongoing stories, so if you have any requests let me know! Jealousy part 6 will be outtomorrow, or the next day at the latest! Let me know what you think of this new story! Much love ️

                                 • • •

    Jughead watched as Y/N sat in the student lounge, alone on the couch. She had been acting weird lately, and he was worried. She didn’t call him as much anymore, most of the time it took ages for her to text him back, and she had canceled quite a few dates in these last few weeks. He was worried she was going to leave him, or even worse, that things were getting worse for her. Jason Blossom was one of her best friends surprisingly enough, so his death hit her very hard. The following weeks of his murder is when she started acting weird, maybe it was still affecting her. He walked over to his girlfriend and sat beside her and she smiled up at him, closing her laptop. Like him, she was always writing on her laptop, but she never told him what she was writing. Anytime he got a glimpse of what it was, she was either writing an email or writing notes, but he never knew on what.

    “Hey Juggie.” she grabbed his hand, and he pulled her into him.

    “Hey Y/N/N.” he was never one for PDA, but today he made an exception, leaning down and kissing Y/N. Reggie called from the other side of the lounge, and made his way over, his football numbskulls following.

    “Y/N, I never knew you, pretty much queen bee of the school and Donny Darko were a thing.” he said, and she glared at him. “How long?”

    “A few months.” She said, taking Jugheads hand and squeezing it. Reggie gave an impressed look Jugheads way and nodded his head.

    “So Jason was cool with this?” He asked, and Jughead noticed as Y/Ns grip tightened and her jaw clenched, and he could tell she was fighting back tears. No one ever really mentioned Jason around her, let alone ask her directly about him.

    “Of course.” she said quietly. Reggie nodded again, and walked directly up to Jughead. He extended his hand, and Jughead took it and stood up, and Reggie shook his hand.

    “Jason was like Y/Ns older brother, and so am I. If Jason approved of you, then I guess that means I do too. Welcome to the family, Jughead. I guess i didn’t give you enough credit man, you’ve got the prettiest girl in this school as your girlfriend. I’m impressed.” Jughead nodded his head and tried to pull away from Reggie, but Reggie pulled him into a hug. He yanked the beanie off Jugheads head and ruffled his hair. Y/N sat laughing on the couch as she watched Jugheads unamused face. she grabbed his beanie off the arm of the couch and put it on.

    “Alright Reggie, I think I’ve had enough.” Jughead said, sitting back down on the couch, and Reggie just laughed.

    “One last thing, Jughead. If you hurt my baby sister, you can count on not just me, but the whole football team coming after your ass.” Reggie said, and all the boys behind him agreed.

    “Oh come on Reg. Leave him be.” Y/N said, glaring at him.

    “No it’s fine, Y/N/N. I get it, he’s just looking out for you.” Jughead said. Reggie nodded his head and leaned over, kissing Y/N on the forehead.

    “Damn right, you’re my baby sister.” he said and Y/N rolled her eyes. Reggie started for the door to leave and he turned around right before exiting to make one last, no doubt obnoxious comment. “Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones!” he chanted, backing out of the lounge. Jughead and Y/N sat on the couch, listening to the fading sound of Jugheads name being chanted, and she turned to him.

    “That actually went so much better than I imagined.” she laughed, and Jughead rolled his eyes. “Soon, you’ll be one of the jocks.”

    “Oh you know it.” he said laughing. “Maybe I’ll even get a letterman jacket, just for being your boyfriend.”

    “Definitely, how cool will that be?” she teased.

    “Very.” He said, pulling her into him. It was then he noticed his beanie on her head, and he couldn’t help but admire her in it. It looked quite adorable placed over her (Y/H/C) curled hair. “Maybe I should let you wear that more often.” he said, smiling down at her.

    “Oh you mean your beanie? Yeah I look pretty cute in it.” she beamed, causing him to chuckle.

    “Can I have it back for right now though?” he asked and she pretended to think about it for a second.

    “How about no.” she joked. “I think you look cute with your hair out all messy like this.” She said, ruffling his hair. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss, and took the beanie off her head. “No!” She yelled, reaching for it, but he put it in his head, and she slumped in her seat and tried to pout.

    “So we’re going to pout now?” He asked, grabbing her chin and turning her to face him. She couldn’t help but smile, and she sat up reaching up for the beanie again. Jughead leaned back, avoiding her grasp. “Oh no you don’t.”

    “No I have to fix it!” She exclaimed. “You don’t have your little hair curls coming out and that’s my favourite part!” Jughead leaned forward, and she fixed his hair, and then kissed him on the forehead. “Perfect.” she said.

    “Oh so I wasn’t perfect before?” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

    “Don’t start Jones, you know that I think you are.” she laughed and stood up, packing her laptop into her bag.

    “Where are you going?” he asked, standing up as well, grabbing her by the waist.

    “I’m going to go get coffee, I need it.” she said.

    “Another sleepless night?” He asked,  giving her a worried look and she looked behind him, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

    “Yeah.” She sighed and he kissed her head. She leaned up and looked at him. “Do you want anything?” She asked.

    “I want a coffee to match my soul, dark and strong.” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

    “So a white chocolate mocha, got it.” she said, and his eyes widened, surprised by her joke. Jughead and Y/N looked towards the door to find Archie, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl and Kevin laughing.

    “Ouch.” Kevin laughed. “She got you.”

    “You’re just gonna take that?” Archie asked trying to catch his breath.

    “He has to, its the truth.” Y/N piped in smiling proudly. Just then her phone went off, signaling to her she received a text message. She opened it and Jughead saw her face fall. “Alright, I-uh. I have to go, I’ll see you…all later.” she stuttered, obviously distracted by the text. She backed out of the lounge, furiously texting back.

    “What was that about?” Veronica asked Jughead, but he just shook his head.

    “I don’t know, I’m just as confused as all of you.” he said, sinking into the couch.

    “Have you tried asking? I mean you are her boyfriend, you’d think she’d tell you.” Veronica pointed out, but again Jughead shook his head.

    “Well if it’s something she doesn’t want to talk about I can’t press her to tell me.” he said, and everyone nodded their heads.

    “She was super close to me and Jason at one point, maybe she’ll talk to me. Especially if it has something to do with my brother, me and her are practically sisters.” Cheryl said, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

    “We are all very close to Y/N, we can’t force her to tell us anything. She will tell us when she’s ready. And I’m sure she’ll tell us soon.” Betty reassured.

    “What if she’s waiting for someone to ask. Trust me, sometimes it’s hard to ask for help, especially when it has something to do with death. Maybe she just needs to be asked.” Cheryl politely argued.

    “Y/N is usually an open book when it comes to her feelings, and I’ve noticed her distancing herself from us and her feelings lately. It’s worrying.” Kevin added. “And it really sucks too because I miss hanging out with her.” Kevin sighed, and Betty patted his back.

    “We all miss being around her, Kevin.” Betty gave a small smile to the group, and everyone nodded.

    “Has she been distancing herself from you, Jug?” Archie asked, turning his attention to the boy practically laying on the couch. Jughead said nothing, but continued to tap on his phone. “Jughead.” Archie called, and his gaze shot up.

    “Huh?” he asked, looking between everyone in the group.

    “You okay?” Archie asked, giving a worried expression Jugheads way.

    “I’m just texting Y/N and trying to see if she’s okay. I’m worried about her lately, she hardly hangs out with me anymore,” he huffed.

    “Well that answers our question.” Cheryl said, moving Jugheads feet off the couch to sit herself down.

    “Where’d she say she was going?” Archie asked, and Jughead scratched the back of his head.

    “Some coffee shop, she didn’t say where.” he sighed. “I’m really worried about her, especially because of how she acted when she was leaving.”

    “Yeah that was super sketchy.” Veronica said. Archie stood up and grabbed his belongings.

    “Come on Jug, we’re leaving.” he said, pulling Jughead off the couch.

    “Leaving where?” Jughead asked, standing up and grabbing his stuff as well.

    “We’re going to go find Y/N.” he said walking to the door, and Jughead stopped in his tracks.

    “We are not stalking my girlfriend.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just got Reggies approval, and I’m not going to ruin it by freaking her out so bad she breaks up with me. Reggie would kick my ass and I’d be out the best thing that’s happened to me.” Betty, Veronica, Cheryl and even Kevin simultaneously went ‘awe’ and Jughead blushed.

    “Look at our Jughead today, all PDA-y with Y/N, showing everyone how in love with her he is.” Kevin teased. In that moment Veronica had a mini freak out.

    “Have you told her you loved her yet?” she yelled, running over to Jughead.

    “No, I haven’t.” Jughead said.

    “Why not!” Veronica exclaimed, giving Jughead a slight push.

    “We’ve only been dating a few months-” Jughead started.

    “Who cares? Ever since I moved here I could tell you two were a match written in the stars.” She said and Jughead blushed furiously.

    “Are you coming or not?” Archie asked, slightly annoyed, and Jugheads attention went back to him. He sighed and checked his phone again, but saw he had no messages from her.

    “Let’s go.” he mumbled, following Archie out to his car.

                          _______

    “Are you the one who texted me?” Y/N asked, trying her best to sound assertive and confident, even though she was terrified. Jason’s death took the whole town by a surprise, and it worsened when it was found out he was murdered. But no one besides his immediate family took it as hard as Y/N. Jason had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. She grew up with him and Cheryl, and people joked that the three of them together were the Blossom triplets. Jason had told Y/N about his plans to disappear, and she completely disagreed with them. In fact, they had gotten into their first major argument over it, and before they could patch things up, Jason left and was later found murdered. It crushed Y/N, and in some ways it felt as if it was her fault. She couldn’t talk him out of it, she didn’t go to the river with them that day, and she couldn’t save him. What hurt the most is that he died before she could apologize for the things she said during the argument, she couldn’t make up with her brother. Most likely he died hating her, or even worse, thinking she hated him.

    “Did you come alone?” the man asked.

    “That’s what you told me to do.” Y/N answered, taking a step closer to the river and the man. Okay so maybe meeting some strange man whom she didn’t know in the very place her brother died wasn’t a good idea, but he said he had information about Jason and his death, and she couldn’t let that go. She took it upon herself to solve this, to avenge Jason as one last favor to him. Sure, she could have worked with Jughead and Betty on their murder board and helped them try to solve it, but she knew this could get dangerous. She didn’t want them to get hurt, and she knew she had to do this alone.

    “Look, I don’t have a lot of time.” the man said, turning to face Y/N. “the other serpents are already suspicious of me enough, I don’t need them finding out that I know something about Jason’s death, or that I’m telling a high school student about it by the river. I’m not even supposed to know any of this.” he said, looking around the woods, motioning for Y/N to get nearer. She hesitantly stepped forward, and got closer to the man. He was much bigger than her, about 6 foot 4", broad shoulders, and she noticed his worn and tired eyes, some that had definitely seen some shit.

    “You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul where my information came from. This is purely just for me.” she assured the man, and he nodded.

    “I’ve heard  Momma and Poppa Blossom hired a serpent to take out Jason. They found out the Cooper girl was pregnant and got wind of his plan to run off with her, and they weren’t having any of it. Jason was their star child, excelling at football and even music, and if he dropped out of high school to run off with his impregnated girlfriend, it would ruin the family name. They couldn’t control their child, no matter how much they tried, so they arranged to have him 'disappear’. A murder in the family was better off for the Blossom name than letting their child live a happy life with his kid and girlfriend I suppose.” the man said, practically whispering. Y/N stood there stunned, waiting for the man to say more.

    “Is there anything else?” she asked.

    “They’re on damage control I guess. They have Cheryl on a tight leash from what I hear, trying to keep the other twin under control and to prevent her from poking around. I’m surprised they haven’t put you on the same one, considering how closely tied you are to the family, you’re practically their child.” the man stopped after a crack of a branch was heard, and he ducked down behind some rocks, pulling you down with him.

    “Look kid, I know all of that just sounds like talk, but us serpents have a way of doing business. If any kind of deal occurred, no matter how illegal, it’s written down somewhere. Email, letter, even a text message. You’re more likely to find it on the Blossoms side, because they aren’t as careful as the serpents, but we keep track of everything, so I’ll see if I can dig around. If you find anything though, let me know.” he said, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “I will, just one more thi-” another crack of a branch and then a gunshot rang off, sending the man in front of her to the ground. Y/N went to scream, but her voice shut down, and she stumbled back. A stream of red flowed from the man and down into the river, tinting the water. Y/N got up from her feet and ran through the trees to where her car was, but was quickly thrown off course when a bullet flew by her head, just barely missing her. She fell to the side, and closed her eyes trying to regain her thoughts. A text message brought her out of her head, and she saw it was from Jughead.

Juggie <3: Get up and run forward, me and Archie are waiting, but please hurry.

    Y/N looked up and saw a familiar car through the trees. She got up and ran as fast as she could. When she was a few feet from the car, Jughead opened the back door and she quickly threw herself in, and Archie sped off before Jughead even had the chance to close the door. The car ride was silent as Archie sped down the road, doing his best to get the hell out of the woods as fast as he could.

    “What the fuck was that about?” Jughead asked angrily, breaking the silence.

    “Are you okay? I heard gunshots.” Archie asked, turning his head to look at her for a second before giving his attention back to the road.

    “Fuck,” Y/N mumbled, pulling a disposable phone out of her backpack and calling 911.

     “911, what’s your emergency?” The lady on the other end asked.

    “There’s been a shooting by the river, near where Jason Blossom was found. One man shot and is bleeding out. I don’t know how long he had but he needs help.” Y/N said, trying to stay calm, but the anxiety in her stomach was bubbling up.

    “Ma'am, did you see who shot him? Do you know who he is?”

    “No, I didn’t see, they were shooting after me too, and I was too busy trying to run away. And I’m not sure who he is, I just need him to be okay!” she yelled. “Just please get to him.” she begged. She closed the phone, and threw it out the window, and slumped back into her seat.

    “What the hell were you doing?” Jughead asked again, and Y/N looked over to him and then to Archie.

    “Investigating Jason’s death.” she mumbled.

    “In the woods with a man you had never met?” Jughead yelled, and Y/N looked away from him. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that that is a bad idea! What if you had gotten yourself killed, or what if that was Jason’s murderer you met?” Jughead grabbed Y/Ns face and turned her head to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he yelled. “I love you Y/N, more than I love anything else in this whole damned world. What if you had gotten killed? Who is that going to help? Now instead if just one dead boy, we’d have two kids dead.”

    “Just one dead boy? Jason is more than just one dead boy, Jughead! He was my brother, and I have to figure out what happened to him! And I’m onto something, I can do it. So what I almost got killed today, I didn’t. I’ll be fine!” she yelled back.

    “Then let me help you, please.” Jughead begged, lowering his voice. “I can’t let you do this on your own, your smart and your tactical but you need backup.” Y/N watched tears roll down his face, and she cupped his cheek.

    “Jughead, I love you too, and that’s why I need you to stay out of this. I can’t have you get hurt-” he put his hand over her hand that was on his cheek.

    “I can’t let you get hurt either. We both go, or no one does, those are your options Y/N.” he said, and she signed.

    “Fine.” she mumbled, and Jughead pulled her into a dizzying kiss.

    “You’re including me in this too, just so you know.” Archie said, breaking Y/N and Jughead apart.

    “Archie no-” she started.

    “You can’t say no to me, I know too much now. I want in.” he said and Y/N looked over to Jughead.

    “Fine, you can be our chauffeur.” Jughead teased.

    “Nice try, but no. I’m going to help you with investigating.”

    “Well boys, since you’re now on the case with me, I guess I should tell you what I know. And I’ll start with my newest lead.” she said, pulling out her phone. She opened the recording app, and pressed the newest file. Just then Y/and voice boomed throughout the car, and she visibly cringed at the sound of it, and Jughead rolled his eyes at her. She shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to the recording.

    “Testing testing, alight, I think it’s recording. My name is Y/N  Y/L/N, and I’m on my way to meet with someone from the serpents that can give me a lead on Jason Blossoms murder. There the man is now.

Are you the one who texted me?”



Originally posted by alyciadubnamcarey

Gruvia Love Fest 2017 - Prompt 1

Tight

There wasn’t a lot of things in the world that threw Gray Fullbuster for a loop, let alone leaving him instantly speechless.

Seeing his girlfriend – the beautiful water mage Juvia Lockser – leaned over the kitchen counter, reading a cookbook, wearing a pink t-shirt and the tightest pair of jeans he’d ever seen her wear – actually, the first time he’s ever seen her wear any sort of pants at all – was one of those rare things.

It’s not that he hadn’t seen her in anything similar before – her usual dresses definitely hugged and showed off her curvature – but a pair of light denim jeans were definitely new. Where her dresses didn’t show off completely the “perfect shape” of her behind, as the ice mage put it, these hugged all of those curves and accentuated them in a way that made his cheeks flush and certain other parts of his anatomy want to perk up.

Trying to regain some personal control, he coughed, “Uh… Juvia, what are you doing?”

The blunette’s head bounced up and she turned towards the sound of her beloved’s voice, “Oh, Gray-sama! Welcome home! Juvia was reading this cookbook trying to figure out something she can cook for dinner! Juvia figured you’d like something other than pasta.”

“Well, I’d appreciate that, yes, but… can I ask about what you’re wearing?”

Juvia blinked for a moment at the question, looking down at her outfit, “Is something wrong with it, Gray-sama?”

‘Oh hell no, not at all,’ Gray thought for a moment, then he coughed again, “No, it’s fine. I’ve just never seen you wear anything so casual.”

Juvia smiled and nodded, “Oh, Juvia understands! She was doing laundry, and needed a clean outfit to go out shopping in. She bought this the last time she went clothes shopping with Lucy and Levy and forgot about it until today. She’s glad that Gray-sama likes it!”

“Yeah, I like it,” Gray cemented, 'A little too much!’

“Gray-sama, you should go sit down and relax; Juvia is sure you’re tired from your mission today with Gajeel-kun. She’ll get you something to snack on until dinner,” she said, turning around to the cabinet that held their drink glasses and reaching for one of them.

Gray watched as she fluttered about the kitchen, listening to her hum a little tune. He told himself to listen to her – he was really tired and dealing with Gajeel’s moodiness thanks to an argument he had with Levy that morning didn’t help things at all – but he was thoroughly distracted by Juvia’s behind. When she knelt down to grab something in the crisper, when she stepped on her tiptoes to grab the bread they kept atop the fridge, and when she leaned over just slightly over the counter prepping her idea, he kept staring at how predominate and perky it looked, and he started to grit his teeth a bit in response to his rising discomfort.

Juvia placed the knife was using into the sink, then realized she was missing something for her snack idea. “Oh!” she exclaimed, then opened up the cabinet above her workspace.

She got up onto her tiptoes again, giving Gray another full look of her rear as she stretched. He could feel his pants getting much tighter and his resolve to do something to relieve this issue was fading fast. The blunette remained obvious as she grabbed the peanut butter she was looking for, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and began to scoop it onto the plate she had prepared. She set her cutting board and washed off the spoon before placing it in the sink, then with a smile of admiration for her work, she picked up the plate and turned around towards the living room where she thought Gray would be.

“Apples and a sandwich is a bit juvenile for a snack, but Juvia figures it’ll be enough to– Gray-sama, why are you still standing there?” she questioned, now noticing that Gray was still standing in the kitchen.

One brow of hers arched as she watched him approach her, grabbing the plate from her hand and placing it down on another counter, then her eyes widened a bit in surprise when she felt him grab her waist and lift her up onto the counter behind her.

“G-gray-sama, what are–?” she tried to ask, but was stopped by Gray’s lips completely covering hers.

He parted her legs and positioned himself between them, pressing their bodies together as he kissed her with a heavy passion, his hands running over her waist underneath her shirt, lifting it up slightly with the ministrations. His touches made Juvia moan, wrapping her arms around her beloved’s neck and return the affection with equal fervor. She gasped as one of his hands moved up her shirt and under her bra, cupping one of her breasts and gently rubbing the nipple with his thumb. Gray smirked at her reaction, giving it a slight tug.

“Oh!” Juvia cried out, her nails digging into Gray’s back in reaction.

He groaned a bit; he loved it when she did that to him. That sign of desperation to cling to him and not let their passion end spurred him on further, giving her nipple another tug as well as a small nip to her bottom lip. As she gasped again, his tongue entered her mouth and began to dance with her own. Juvia moaned again, over and over as her nails scrapped against his skin again.

Satisified with her lips, the two parted and Gray leaned his head down, trailing hot kisses down Juvia’s throat. Her head arched to the side, another moan leaving her lips. “Gray-sama…” she said breathlessly, her fingers tangling themselves within Gray’s ebony locks as he found that particular spot on her neck that he knew when he kissed it would give her pleasurable shivers.

He smirked against her skin, loving how his ministrations were making Juvia react, then nipped at the spot right at the base of her neck and the start of her collarbone before suckling at it. She called out his name again, moaning so loud that it nearly echoed off of the walls. Each graze of his tongue against her skin she moaned again, trying her hardest not to push his head too hard against her and possibly harming him or ending their session.

Feeling happy with his work, Gray moved back from her, smirking at the large violet-colored hickey he marked her with, then looking up at her flushed face. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her cheeks were bright red, and her blue eyes were glazed over with passion, lust, and love. He could feel her body shaking slightly against him, and nearly laughed when he removed his hand from under her shirt.

“G-gray-sama…” she whispered.

“You should wear clothes like this more often,” he remarked, tucking a stray hair behind Juvia’s ear, “They look really good on you.”

She smiled, “Juvia will make sure to do so, Gray-sama. Would you like your snack now? The apples don’t look too brown yet.”

Gray tilted his head, as if to ponder the question, then smirked again at Juvia as he lifted her off of the counter and into his arms bridal-style. She let out a small squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck again but a little tighter than before.

“I’m interested in a different kind of snack,” he commented, licking his lips as he carried her off to their bedroom, laughing at how bright red Juvia’s face had become.

-end-

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10. “Trust me, I wish we were having sex instead.” 

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s…innovative.”

“No, Betty, it’s creepy; utterly and overwhelmingly chill rising.”

Gripping the glass of soda tighter inside his hand, Jughead moved an inch further behind Betty’s shoulder, her lose blonde curls ticking the tip of his nose as he rested a palm at the small of her waist. They were firing hushed whispers back and forth all this time that they were sulking by the rich red and mahogany decorated buffet table, examining the scene of female gushing and gibberish baby coos in front of them.

“Explain to me one more time how your mom agreed on this birthday fiesta taking place in hell?” Jughead raised both eyebrows, eyeing his girlfriend’s profile, illuminated by the huge chandelier at the center of the gothic living area, now decorated with dark blue and bloody red ribbons.

“Polly wants the twins to have a normal childhood.” Betty quoted her sister for the hundredth time. “This includes them getting to know all their grandparents; at least the ones that are left and the ones that are not cold-blooded killers.” It had been a year and a half since the Jason Blossom case had been solved and even though everyone was still grieving, the twins’ birth had been a silver lightening mist the darkness of it all.

“Having their first birthday party at Thornhill is highly beyond normal, if you ask me.” He returned in sarcasm behind her, as always.

“When Cheryl puts something in mind, she rarely gives up.” Betty reminded him, shrugging a shoulder.

From her spot on the carpet, holding little Lizzie up, Poly announced that it was time for presents, making all the guests around murmur in excitement. The new mother grabbed Betty’s and Jughead’s first and smiled to the couple, the two teens sending a genuine grin back.

“When can we go?” Jughead’s murmured through his smiley teeth.

“Are you not having fun?” his girlfriend teased in fake disbelief, sending him an amused glare over her shoulder.

“Oh, as enjoyable as it is watching two oblivious looking babies being tossed around while that great-grandmother from Hades is practicing witchcraft in the shadows,” Jughead frowned, sending a glance at nana Rose that was sitting by the fireplace “I’m really ready to flee at any moment now.” He nodded in uneasiness, taking a sip from his drink and gulping loudly.

“That bad?” Betty bit her lip not to laugh.

Trust me, I wish we were having sex instead.” He threw in total apathy.

“Wow…” Betty dragged the word. “The horror, indeed…” she teased him more at the luck of enthusiasm in his tone regarding their love life.

He just shrugged, teasing smirk dancing on his chapped lips.

“So what do you say?” he brushed his chest against her back, the hand that was creeping on her waist, moving a little further down to play with the hem of her skirt on her hipbone. “Me, you, the backseat of the truck?” he proposed deliciously against her ear, smirking when feeling her shiver lightly at his words and biting her lip.

“Jughead!” Alice Cooper’s imposing voice made the couple jump and Jughead lash backwards a few feet away from Betty in fear. “Come take some pictures of the moment.”

“Why did I agree on this?” he hissed in a groan and grabbed his professional camera from beside him on the table, a birthday gift from his father that he quite enjoyed lately. Apart from being Betty’s official boyfriend, he was responsible for capturing in film that sickening lovely family gathering.

Betty laughed, giving him a short but sweet peck on the lips. “You love me that’s why.” She beamed up at him and he just rolled his eyes, a blush coloring his cheeks and an equal happy smile tugging his lips upward. “Stop brooding; I promise you’ll have me naked in that truck by the end of the night.” She winked and he snapped a picture of her, while walking cockily to her family in front of them, sending her a sly smile full of promises before doing a character one-eighty in a blink, dropping to his knees and pulling faces to the birthday babies, appearing like he was the most mother-approved boyfriend material. If only they knew, Betty smirked foxily against her glass, feeling a blush creeping at her cheeks.

16.   “Please, don’t wear those jeans.”

“I thought women took longer to get ready.” Betty formed a teasing smile, plopping on the twin-sized bed on Jughead’s old bedroom back at his dad’s trailer.

“Thank God our relationship isn’t based on ridiculous gender roles then, little miss proud suffragette.” He shouted from the bathroom in his own teasing tone of voice.

Betty rolled her eyes. “What is taking you so long anyway?”

“I couldn’t decide amongst my wide range of ‘smart casual’ options of attire.” His snarky voice travelled through the small hall, earning a laugh from Betty and FP that was enjoying a football match in the living room.

“Ronnie just set that etiquette to help us. It’s just a normal Friday night out at Pop’s but with her friends from New York, no big deal.”  She stated while scanning the book Jughead had left open against his covers.

“Whatever. I’m ready to get this over with.” He admitted with a sigh, lazy and squeaky footsteps bringing him at the threshold of his bedroom.

“Finally.” Betty groaned playfully, rolling over to get off the bed but stopping when looking at his outfit. “Oh no!” she formed a horrified expression. “Please, don’t wear those jeans.”

Upon seeing her reaction, Jughead’s face dropped. “Why not?”

“Just don’t.” Betty offered vaguely. “We still have time for you to go change.”

“Um, that’s my only clean pair?” he replied sheepishly. “Plus, I don’t see the deal breaker here.” Rising his eyebrows in confusion, he buried his hands in the front pockets of the jeans in question.

“Maybe it’s the fact that you have them since sophomore year?” she offered back with a cute grimace.

“So what?” Jughead continued being clueless.

“So everything!” his girlfriend replied in exaggeration. “Juggie, they are too small.” She bit her lip not to laugh.

“No, they are fine.” He refused with a firm shake of his head.

“I’ve mended that back pocket more times than I can remember.” She replied cleverly. “Plus, don’t get me started about how worn out they look.”

Jughead’s mouth opened in shock. “You don’t like my clothes?”

Betty rushed to correct him. “I don’t like those jeans.” She nodded in confirmation. “I hate them, to be honest.” Her statement earned an offended gasp from the boy across her.

“I was wearing those jeans when I first kissed you.” He admitted in a small voice, examining the jeans and running a palm at the side of his thigh in thought. “I can’t just throw them away.” He spat incredulously.

Betty smiled, standing up and walking to him. “Well, as sweet as this is,” she took his face in her palms, caressing his cheeks lovingly “I promise you, you can still kiss me all you want with a new pair of those.” She bopped her nose against his, Jughead bouncing his head back to look at her concerned.

“Are they really that bad?” he frowned defeated.

Betty tilted her head in thought, amusement painted on her pretty face. “Let’s just say that they’ll look better on JB at this point.”

“Geez, thanks a lot, babe.” Jughead sent her a side glance filled with offence.

“You’re welcome.” She laughed. “Now go get changed; put on those nice black ones you got.” She suggested with a smile and a caress to the end of his hair on the back of his neck.

He thought for a second before agreeing with a sigh. “What about my shirt?” he wondered, fisting the material of his flannel and looking at her with clueless boyish eyes.

“Oh, the shirt looks damn fine.” Betty colored the word with girly appreciation before leaning in to whisper against his lips. “So fine that maybe I’ll get to take that off later tonight.”

24.   “The skirt is short on purpose.”

“You should come pick me up from cheerleading practice more often.” Betty sighed against Jughead’s lips, fingers gripping the lapels of his denim jacket tighter and angling her head to deepen their kiss. They were at the school parking lot inside FP’s truck, making out for what seemed like hours now, relishing in the feeling that there were no more killers threatening the calm of their small town.

“And you should wear this uniform more often, period.” Jughead replied in a husky voice, his palm drawing entire maps at the extent of her long legs that were bare and sprawled over his lap, loving how smooth and shapely they felt under his wandering hand.

The girl giggled against his opened mouth, sliding even closer to his muscular chest. “I thought sensitive and tortured artists like you didn’t give a damn about silly stereotypical male fantasies.” She teased him, running a palm down the front of his S t-shirt.

Jughead tugged her lower lip between his teeth, groaning a little under her touch. “Some things are considered classic for a reason. And I’m not an alien; the fact that I don’t drool like a jackass Bulldog over every scantily clad cheerleader doesn’t mean that I don’t have dreams about mine.” He breathed deeply while attacking her again, his bony fingers reaching the hem of her blue and gold skirt, as his tongue kept twirling sensually against hers making Betty whine and mewl in excitement. They had started testing the waters and exploring each other with every chance they had, experiencing the fire of this new world of intimacy and leaving each other breathless and begging for more every time they were alone in the darkness of her room or the small space of his father’s truck.

“What kind of dreams do you have about me, Juggie?” she whispered, fingers caressing down his jawline and hooded eyes connecting with his hazy ones.

“You don’t even wanna know.” He replied in the same tone, stealing a glance of her legs and licking his lips involuntarily.

“Maybe I do.” She went on sensually, dropping some kisses against his neck that made him start panting and throw his head back against the glass in pleasure, bony fingers sliding against the hair at the back of her scalp as her teeth started getting demanding and bruising. “Tell me.” He felt her breathing against his irritated skin and he shivered, the fingers of his other hand gripping the side of her thigh.

“It’s mostly about you in that tiny skirt.” He choked on his words, eyes darting down to catch a glimpse of her expression and decide whether or not to continue. Upon seeing her green orbs dilated with desire and her lips bee-stung and dark red from his kisses, he went on in a raspy, sexy voice. “And nothing more.”

He watched her bit her lip, bringing a thump to free it before caressing the abused skin, making her lips part in wonder, the action making his mind go spiraling in dark imaginative places. “You know, the skirt is short on purpose.” She teased in a low whisper, taking his hand that was resting on her thigh in hers and guiding it further under her skirt, the pads of his fingers touching the lace of her tiny panties and making his Adam’s apple bop at the nervous excitement that was building up at the tip of his stomach. “Me not wearing the uniform’s boy shorts? Again, on purpose.” She leaned to whisper in his ear before licking his earlobe and moaning slightly as the feeling of his fingers traveling up to the waistline of her underwear.

His own lips went to her ear and ghosted for a minute there before starting a sinful dance in coordination with his fingers. “I’m gonna dream about you again tonight. But first, I’m gonna show you what my dream will be about.”

46.   “Babe, I need you to stop kissing me and let me do my jo-OH my God!”

“Juggie, are you done with the chapter?” Betty’s voice travelled down the hallway of their apartment before her bare feet brought her to her husband’s study, her five month pregnant belly making an appearance at the door seconds before her.

Barely looking up and sending her a tiny smile, Jughead’s typing fingers never stopped their marathon on the keys of his laptop. “In a minute.” He murmured, drowned in his world of ingenious plots and murder mysteries.

“I want you to come cuddle with me.” She pouted ever so lightly, one of Jughead’s flannels dancing just below her behind with every step she took towards him on the desk. She rounded his chair and laced her arms around his neck from behind, making him huff a chuckle at how more demanding she had gotten during those five months.

“Go lay down, stardust. I promise you, I’ll be next to you right away.” He kissed the back of her palm lovingly before going back to typing.

“You’ve been inside this room all day now. And I’ve missed you. Bad.” She colored the word with a tiny moan, leaning to scatter light kisses against his cheek, ear, neck, her palms caressing the front of his chest over his grey t-shirt. Pregnant hormones and all, she wanted him 24/7 in every and each situation they were in.

“You are distracting me and this is going to take me longer to finish.” He pointed out in his usual smartass voice, his eyes fluttering a tad at the sensation of her soft lips against his skin.

“Juggie, when was the last time we had fun in this room?” a deep sigh left her lips before they landed on the sensitive spot behind his ear, nibbling the skin there, as her hands crept under the hem of his t-shirt, fingers brushing over his collarbones and digging at the top of his bare chest, making him shiver.

Her husband could feel his eyes roll inside his skull at her words and the images of them multiple times on top of that very desk, his office chair, the couch next to the door, against the door. Blinking a few times to regain sanity, he brushed his fingertips over her forearm to stop her from continuing. “Babe, I need you to stop kissing me and let me do my jo-OH my God!” his husky words of sexual haze and warning turned louder in alarm as he left something poking his side from behind. “Were you seriously going to try tickling me right now?” he threw her an incredulous side glance over his shoulder.

“I was not—” she paused in disbelief herself “did you feel that too?” she loosened her hold of him, standing a little more straight up, lips pushed together in thought.

“Yeah, I did…” he turned around in his chair to face her, eyes scanning her in concern upon seeing her drop her hands to rub the sides of her round stomach. “Is everything alright?” he lashed forward to place a palm against one of hers.

“I think maybe-OH!” Betty’s words cut midsentence as she jumped, palms going to the center of her belly where she felt the force of a fierce kick, green eyes round and in the verge of tears upon looking down at her husband in glee.

“Is he…?” following her palms, Jughead tried to utter the words but the confirmation of another kick stopped him as he watched in bewilderment the plaid material of his shirt stretch under his slayed fingers.

“Our son is kicking, Juggie.” Betty confirmed his own thoughts in a high pitched sob, happy tears streaming down her glowing face, before taking her husband’s hand in hers and guiding it against her skin to the place their son was communicating with them for the first time. “You are asking for daddy’s attention too, aren’t you, lovebug, huh?” she laughed despite her salty tears, biting her lip to prevent her face from breaking from immense love and joy upon seeing Jughead teared up too, leaning to place a fierce and loving kiss against her belly.

“Hey there, little man, I’m your daddy… And you will always have my devoted love and attention, no need to worry about that…”

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Misty Eyes 1/?

| Part Two |

Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out. 

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead. 

(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)

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“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically. 

“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter. 

“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.

“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.

“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage. 

“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back. 

In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission. 

“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple. 

“Y/n, are you oka-”

“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.

“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.

He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands. 

“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.

“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”

“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me. 

“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.

“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone. 

"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.

“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall. 

“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile. 

“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little. 

"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.

“Hmm?”

“My towel.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s falling…”

“So?”

“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”

“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.

“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind. 

“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway. 

“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around. 

“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away. 

“Do we really get that loud?”

“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.

“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.

“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”

“Piet-”

“Y/n, please-”

“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”

“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”

"I’d like to see you try.”



Draga - Darling

Seksi- Sexy

Lepa - Beautiful

Neverjetno - Amazing


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About Time

Originally posted by littleblondesamoan

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 907

Warnings: Some language, fluff, no filter Dean

Request: Can I have a request where a witch curses Dean to say whatever is on his mind and it makes it confess his love for the reader? So much fluff!!

A/N: I hope that this is okay! I hope there is enough fluff. It’s also a little silly as well

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           Dean cursed under his breath. The witch wasn’t in the room he expected her to be in. He went to turn to go into another room when he felt a strange tingling sensation course through his body. He whipped around to see the witch with a smirk on her face.

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@asokatanos reblogged your post:  #anakin’s letters are all basically tweet length #they’re full of meaningless things and small reminds like #To The Esteemed Duke: you should wear armor more often. also pls buy more blue milk we’re out #Obi wan takes to space snapchatting these letters and the whole of Jedidom loves reading them 

#some cheeky padawan (it was totally ahsoka but she’ll never admit to it) PUBLISHES them #space twitter is born - 140 character limit like anakin’s longest letter #the space twitter logo is house kryze-kenobi’s coat of arms #padme and satine are off getting drunk together and lamenting about their Most Extra husbands #bail organa joins them for several of these soirees #anakin and obi wan are not invited

AHSOKA STARTING SPACE TWITTER IN THE WAKE OF SCANDALORE. Obi’s marriage and dukedom being responsible for space twitter is the Most accurate!! 

ofc obi’s honorary husband bail gets invited. every time him and breha are on Alderaan being Happy and Enjoying A Well-Deserved Vacation, obi wan pops up on the holos with another new scandal, and Bail is suddenly drowning in 40392 space emails bc he’s one of the v few politicians obi listens to. 

Bail’s twitter is like. god tier re: follower count. All he does is subtweet about how Trying (but ultimately v v fun) his friendship with obi is 

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word count: 1.987

Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, insecure Y/N, angst, fluff

A/N: My first writing ever! Hope you guys like it. PS don’t think I’m overly insecure or something. I just felt like writing this. And my first language is not English, so yeah. In the next part there will be more angst and fluffy stuff.

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The only thing in the world you didn’t want to happen today was seeing Jungkook. And let it be the day BTS comes to visit the weekly idol special.

You always had a thing for Jungkook, when your group debuted you already were attracted to him. On award shows you always blush when he looked at you. But you always reminded yourself that you were an idol and you would never stand a chance with Jungkook.

“ Chungha! Where is my bottle of water!” You shouted a little too hard than intended. You were practicing your new dance before you went to weekly idol studio. You were exhausted from practicing.
“ What are you talking about y/n, the bottle is right beside you.” She said laughing.
I realized it was indeed beside me. My mind on so many things I didn’t even could find my own water bottle.
“ Oh yeah, your right I’m sorry Chungha.”
“ Are you okay y/n unni? You look tired, you should sit for a while. We’re going to weekly idol today you should be fit.” She was right, if I continued like this I would look like a zombie on screen.
“ I’m going to wash my face for a bit thank you for the advice!”

I still couldn’t believe I was going to see Jungkook today. Most of the time there would be like 20 meters between us. But today both our groups were going to weekly idol, so maybe there would be some interaction. But what was the point of it? Him noticing me, I don’t think he knows I even exist. Most people call our girlgroup I.O.I the same faced group. I have to admit we have the same style and faces, but we are still different people. I was always thinking about Jungkook, no way he would ever think about me. BTS is much more popular than our group and they are much more successful. If he ever noticed me it would probably be because I’m so clumsy and I fall all the time at award shows.
On moments like this I wished to not be an idol. Because I couldn’t be myself all the time, always being the perfect y/n from I.O.I. I always have to look good, which is pretty hard because I’m really insecure. When we debuted, I always thought I didn’t look good enough. And the mini skirts didn’t help either, revealing my thick legs and my belly wasn’t the smallest.
Although the members always cheer me up, saying nobody is perfect but you are y/n. Chungha and Yoojung are always so caring and so sweet, I love them they are my best friends since I gave up my childhood to become an idol. Still I’m insecure, and mostly because I want to look good for Jungkook if a paparazzi photo pops up in his social media feed. But why would he even take a moment to look at me.

“ 20 minutes till we leave to weekly idol, prepare yourself girls!” Our manager yelled. Man, I was nervous. No one knew about my crush, only Chungha. She said she had a crush on Taehyung from BTS but that didn’t last for long. She has been supportive and stuff, saying that idols always end up together. But I wouldn’t even think about that, never in the world would Jungkook end up with me as girlfriend.

“ Unni, come I’m going to change clothes, our concept is cute but not too girly.” I sighed, that means skirts.
“ I’m coming Chungha, I will come in a minute” I always feel like a terrible friend to Chungha, but what can I do about myself.

“ You look so cute unni you should wear this more often.” I said to Yoojung, I always thought that Yoojung was the cutest of us. And I was right because the fans always shout cutie Yoojungie.
“ Thank you unni, aren’t you wearing skirts today?”
“ No not really I’m not really feeling like it today.” And I actually never felt like wearing skirts, but yeah that’s idol life in a girl group.

“ Leaving in 3, 2, 1! We’re leaving girls!” Manager-nim shouted.
“ I’m so excited y/n, BTS, Twice, Got7 and GFriend are coming.” BTS with Jeon Jungkook yeah.
“ I know Yoojung, I’m happy to see Momo unni again.” I replied
“ Oh my god, yeah. We haven’t talked to them for so long. Have you ever talked to the boys of BTS before. They look so handsome in their new mv. Especially Jungkook-ssi, he looked very handsome, right y/n unni?” I held my breath after she said that. Does Yoojung have a crush on Jungkook too? I wouldn’t even be surprised.
Chungha looked at me like she saw a bomb fall on my face, she looked terrified. Maybe she thought I would get mad or disappointed or something. But I would never ever be mad about a boy to my friends.
“ Yeah, Yoojungie, he is very handsome.” I said while looking down.
“ Soooo, we are free this weekend. Do you girls want to do something? Catching up with the drama or going out?” Chungha said while changing the subject fast before it would be awkward.
“ I like going out, but I don’t know. What about you unni, what do you want to do?”
“ Yoojungie always clubbing, let’s go to the club if Chungha wants too!” We didn’t go to the club often, but when we did Yoojung was always the ‘party animal’. With limits off course because we’re idols.
“ Let’s club this weekend then!” Cheungha shouted happily.

After arriving at the weekly idol studio, we got our name cards and were directed to the girls room. In the girls I found Hani unni from exid. Before we even debuted I was friends with Hani, she was like some big sister to me. Unfortunately we grew apart, and we talked less. But my love and care for Hani never went down.
“ Hani! Unni! I’m so happy to see you today! Are you mc-ing at the weekly idol special?”
“ Y/N-ssi! I knew you would come, I wanted to surprise you. I’m the special mc today indeed.” Being overly happy, and running to me, Hani hugged me like there was no tomorrow.
“ I missed you so so much. Have you been well? Are you eating well?”
“ Always like a caring sister y/n-ssi. Off course I haven’t been well without you.” She said jokingly, Hani was always a sarcastic one. “ But have you been well? I heard you on a radio show, your cute voice always enchanting me.” I was indeed on a radio show with I.O.I.
“ Oh, you listened to the show? Thank you unni. And yes I have been well, just stressing about our comeback next month.”
“ Starting in a few seconds, Hani mc go and prepare!” Someone shouted way too loud.
“ Well I think I have to go, let’s grab some coffee after the shooting and good luck!” Hani said sprinting to heechul who was waiting for her at the entrance.
“ Bye unni!”

It was almost time to start the shooting.
“ Girls I need to go to the bathroom I’m back in a sec!” You shouted going to the bathroom as soon as possible. You drank too much water, because of stress and because Jungkook. Speaking of Jungkook, it was funny that you bumped in to him right after you rushed out of the bathroom.
“ In a rush y/n?” He said. You were surprised he even knew your name. You rubbed your head after bumping in to him.
“ I’m so sorry, I thought I was late for the shooting. Sorry for bumping in to you sunbaenim.” You didn’t even know why you called him sunbae because you have never talked before.
“ Why so many sorry’s, it’s okay. Let’s go to the shooting.”
Arriving at the shooting a tad late, all eyes were on you two, including Yoojung’s. She looked shocked, and that’s when you realized she too had a crush on Jungkook. You could see the jealousy in her eyes.
“ Sorry we’re late, sorry manager-nim” Jungkook said while he bowed. Quickly you bowed too.
“ Alright let’s begin the shoot.” The producer said.

While filming you noticed Yuju from GFriend was pretty interested in Jungkook. She looked at him from time to time ( just like yourself ) And they even had some interaction.
Hani had introduced a game, singing a ots duet, one girl and one boy from each group.
I was teamed up with Jimin, Chungha with Jackson and Yoojung with Woozi.
And guess who teamed up with Junkook? Yes Yuju.
My duet with Jimin was pretty good. He was shy but very cute.
I felt really cringey looking at Yuju and Jungkook. She was very touchy, wrapping one arm around him and dancing to the song with him. She looked really happy and he showed no other expression than happiness. You would think they were secretly dating.

After filming the special episode I went to Hani for our coffee date, until someone stopped me, like literrally and we both tripped.
“ Sorry, are you okay… Jungkook?” I was surprised I met him again while tripping or bumping in each other. Is this my way of saying hi these days?
“ Always saying sorry for everything y/n, it’s my fault we tripped.”
“ Oh no don’t be sorry, I’m really clumsy from nature so these things happen to me all the time.” And yes that was true, I am the most clumsy person in our entertainment.
“ Well do you fall for all men like this every time you see them?” He asked with a smirk. I didn’t thought he would be so flirtatious.
“ Oh ehm.. no I think?” Not really knowing what to reply
“ I hope I’m the only one then.” He walked away sending a wink. My heart just couldn’t take this.

Hani and I were walking to the cafe, should I tell her what happened?
“ So y/n why were Jungkook and you late at the shooting? Did something happen?” Damn she is good.
“ No I just went to the bathroom but I happened to bump into him, so we walked to the shooting together.”
“ Tell more, I know there’s more y/n.”
“ Okay, after filming, he and I both tripped again. And wel yeah, he was really, like really flirtatious.” For a moment she was still, she wanted to say something. Looking at her it wouldn’t be something good.
“ What is it Hani, why you looking so serious?” I was scared she would tell me she dated Jungkook or something but no, she told me:
“ Y/N, I know you have a crush on Jungkook for 2,5 years now, and I never told because I thought it’s just a little crush and would go away after a while…”
“ What Hani tell me.” I was getting a little impatient because she started talking slower and slower.
“ He is like a kind of idol fuckboy y/n, he will hurt your feelings don’t get attracted to him.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard, a fuckboy? Why have I never heard of it ever before. And more important, there are no dating rumors about him at all.
“ How, what do you mean Hani?”
“ Well, he doesn’t date idol girls, but more like…ehm. He just fucks and goes let me say that.” Fucks and goes? Since when did this happen?
“ I haven’t heard anyone talking about him, this is not true unni.”
“ Y/N believe me, he is a fuckboy.”
“ Why would I believe such thing?” I was getting angry, it sounded like Hani didn’t want me to like Jungkook or to even think about him.
“ I haven’t told you this, to not hurt you. But I had dated Jungkook a year ago and he cheated on me, with multiple girls.”

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Request from silexia: Can I request a fluffy smut Christian Yu scenario where his s/o is really worried about him overworking himself so she plans a trip to an island or something and he gets really happy? 

1am and Christian still hasn’t come home. He was still working on a new video. She messaged him one last time before going to bed.

Babe I can’t stay up any longer. I have to get up early tmr. Don’t stay out too late and get home safely xx

She put her phone on the bedside table and went to sleep. 

Christian is always working till late and usually she would wait for him but every now and then it’s far too late. The other night he didn’t come home until 4am and he only got about 4 hours of sleep before heading back to work again. She is proud of him for being so hardworking but sometimes she worries about his health and well being. She knows he doesn’t have proper meals and he is always drinking those energy drinks. 

When she woke up at 6am, she saw Christian fast asleep next to her. Even though, she wanted to wake him up and greet him a good morning, she couldn’t. She checked her phone and saw Christian’s reply. He sent her a reply at 2am.

I’m so sorry babe and you’re probably reading this in the morning but I needed to get to finish this part of the video before I head home. I’ll see you tomorrow for our dinner date. Love you so much!

Before heading out, she wrote on a message for Christian on a post-it note and placed it on his phone. 

You’re always working till late babe. Pls remember to eat properly and can’t wait for our date. I got you a surprise! xx

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She got home around around 5pm and the dinner reservations was booked for 7pm. Christian promised he would be home around 5:30pm. She went to take a shower and got ready. She changed into a silk typed black maxi dress and put her hair up in a high ponytail. Christian always loved it when she had her tied back. While putting on her finishing touch of makeup, she heard the front door unlocked. It must be Christian. 

“Hey baby, you look beautiful,” he greeted her with a kiss. 

“Go take a shower quickly, I don’t want us to be late,” she told him. “Do you want me to pick out an outfit for you?” Christian nodded and went to the bathroom.

She picked out his favourite t-shirt, black jeans and his fancy jacket. She also threw in a mismatched pair of socks. She finished her makeup and picked out a pair of heels when she saw Christian walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his lower waist.

“Why do you look so surprised? You have seen every part of me already, babe,” he teased her. 

“Just been a while since I’ve seen you this ‘exposed’”, she replied back to him.

“Really..why don’t I take off this towel and we can get started? Say a little snack before dinner?” he continued to tease her. Christian was now walking to her with his arms opened. 

“Noo..I spent so much time on my makeup and you’re going to ruin it. Plus we need to go to dinner. Go get change quickly, I’m hungry,” she told him.

Christian then went to get change as she went to get his surprise. Christian was putting on his cologne when she wrapped her arms around his waist. 

“I like this cologne smell. You should wear it more often,” she told him. “And..I got you something. Here’s your surprise”.

Christian turned around and she placed an envelope in his hands. 

“Aww babe. What’s the occasion?” he asked. 

“No occasion. Just wanted to get you something because you have been working so hard”.

Christian opened the envelope and took out its contents. It was two tickets to Bali. 

“Bali? You booked a trip to Bali?!”

She nodded. 

“I want you to get away from work a bit so I booked this trip for us. We’re going to go island hopping in Bali,” she told him.

“Oh my god. This is great! I have always wanted to go to Bali. But my work…”

“Ah work. I knew you were going to bring it up babe but don’t worry, I have talked to the guys and they will cover everything for when you’re gone”.

Christian looked at the tickets and saw the flight out was in two days.

“We leave in two days?! We better start packing, babe. Are you sure we have time to go to dinner?”

“Baby, we have plenty of time. We will be mainly on the beach so just bring your swimmers. I know, I am”.

Christian grinned at her and she knew that look. She was wearing a sexy dress, her hair was up and she just give him a present which he absolutely loved. So she knew the look that he gave her is for every time he’s turned on.

“Stop giving me that look! I know what you want and you’re not getting it. We are going to dinner first,” she exclaimed at him. “I made this reservation weeks ago so we are going”.

“Awww babe. We can spare 15 minutes, can’t we?”

She looked at him sternly and shook her head. Christian continued to pout and pulled her in a hug,

“I’m sure they will let us in if we are bit late. C’mon, let me show my thanks to my lovely girlfriend. Please..?”

She couldn’t resist him further so she cupped his face and gave him a long kiss.

“Try not to ruin to hair and make-up, okay?”

“I’m not making any promises, but I will try”.

“And if they don’t let us in, you’re going to pick what we have for dinner, okay?”

Christian nodded and began grabbing on her butt. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

“And if we make a mess on the bed, you’re changing the sheets, okay?”

Christian raised an eyebrow at you.

“Anything else, babe? I don’t want to be in the middle of things and you’re making more requests. I can’t concentrate properly if you do”.

She let out a giggle and shook her head.

“No more requests, babe”.

“Good. Now let’s see what type of lingerie you choose tonight”.

Guess who’s back

(A/N): So this is my first one! I hope that you guys like it! 

Warnings: None

ps: i’ve decided to name (y/n)’s best friend lisa because i wanted her to have a real name 

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“I’m still kind of not sure about that party.”

“It’s not a party, (Y/N). It’s a friend’s reunion. More specifically, in a karaoke.” your best friend said from the bathroom.

“Then I shouldn’t go. I don’t know anybody there!” you shouted so you friend could hear you.

Lisa appeared in front of you seconds later. She had her arms crossed and was looking angrily at you. You answered with an innocent smile. “You do know me, right?” she asked with one of her brows raised up.

“I do.” you said calmly. “But do you want me to be stuck to you all night? Seriously?”

“No! I want you to meet some hot guy, dance with him and whatever comes up, (Y/N)! That’s why I’m so insistent.” Lisa kneed in front of you and took both of your hands. “Please, don’t be a bore and come with me. Please, please.”

“It was necessary that you have to kneed? With a simple “please” would have been enough.”

She slapped you in the arm. “I was trying to be dramatic!” You nodded and then smiled. Well, you would have to get through some hours with new people. Maybe it was a good idea, maybe you should make new friends and go out more often. It was clear that the people who your best friend was going to introduce you wasn’t murderers or something like that, but you was scared of what they could think about you. You felt like you wasn’t ‘at their level’.

During the next few minutes, you had to choose something nice to wear and do your make up, obviously with your friend’s help. After all that process, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Alright, I’m not that bad.” you mumbled.

“Of course you’re not! You look like a star, girl.” you laughed at your friend’s enthusiasm. “Now let’s go and we’re going to get funky like a monkey!”

You two laughed at the same time. Your best friend was insane, and that’s why you loved her that much.


When you arrived at the karaoke, a lot of people started to approach you. mostly of the people were friends of Lisa, so in less than a minute you met more than 10 persons. “Hey, let’s say hello to Tyler.” she said close to your ear. “You’ll love him. Trust me.”

You nodded nervously and followed your friend until the end of the local. There were some less people so you took advantage of the situation and looked your phone. Your sister was sick and you wanted to get sure that she was fine.

“And this is my beautiful and phone-addicted best friend, (Y/N).” you listened to Lisa and suddenly you picked your head up.

“Sorry. Family stuff.”

“Don’t worry. Lisa is just being too rude with you.” the dark haired boy said while laughing. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“I know. I love your band.”

Tyler smiled. “I’ll go and say hello to the others. I hope you’re ready to sing, (Y/N). I want you to sing with me at least one song.”

“Done deal, Tyler.”

He winked at you. So, you’d have to sing a song with Tyler Joseph. The night was turning more and more interesting.

“You see? Tyler like you, I know that he does.” Lisa hit you with her elbow. “There’s Josh. Do you want me to introduce him to you?”

“Wait? Josh, who?”

“Josh from Drake & Josh!” said with irony. “Josh Dun, silly! Your eternal crush.”

You wanted to meet him, but at the same time you didn’t. When (Y/F/N) started to work as the Twenty One Pilots’ tour photographer you almost had a heart attack. Since the guys started with the band you always had some type of crush in Josh, he was cute and you loved his sense of humor. But then he started dating that girl from Disney Channel, and your hopes got reduced to zero. “He’s single now.” your friend hit you again getting you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s coming over here. Now you can’t escape.”

“Hey you! I didn’t know that you were going to come!” the old love of your life was in front of you, hugging your best friend and kissing her in the cheek. Two years ago, you’d be dying in the floor. “Oh, hi, I’m Josh. You must be (Y/N).”

How the hell did he know what was your name? “Your friend is always talking me about you. I wanted to know you after all that stories about you two.”

In that second, all your face got red. More red than his hair. If (Y/F/N) had tell him embarrassing things about you, she’d die strangled. “I hope that she hasn’t told you to many things.”

“Enough to know that you’re cool.” he said with a smile.

When you was thinking about what to say, you felt a hand in your shoulder. It was Tyler. “Ready to sing with me?”

“Now? I don’t know if I -”

“You can. Come on! I want to check if your rapping skills are as good as (Y/F/N) told me.”

“She told that to you?”

“And I’ve seen some videos. You’re good at it. Not as much as me.” he said with a egocentrism.

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Let’s check it.”

Before going with Tyler, you grabbed your friend’s arm and talked close to her hear. “I’m gonna kill you, right?”

“Good luck, baby! Beat Tyler’s ass!”

You rolled your eyes. 

Tyler let you choose the song. After looking through a lot of titles, you found the perfect song. You’d beat him with that song. “You sure? I don’t know if choosing an Eminem song is the best idea.”

“Are you scared of her, Joseph?” Josh shouted making everyone laugh.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

When Without Me began, Tyler looked at you challenging. You knew that the victory was yours, that song had always been one of your favorites and you knew how to rap the lyrics even quicker than Eminem did. That wasn’t the only song that you knew to rap tho.

At the middle of the song, Tyler’s face started to became red. When he realised that you were rapping better than him, he started to be more competitive. But it didn’t help him at all. You were winning.

“She’s amazing! I didn’t expect that she was that good.” you heard that Josh said to Lisa. You couldn’t stop smiling at that time.

Without Me ended a couple of seconds after. Everybody in the place knew who was the winner, but Tyler didn’t want to admit it.

“You haven’t done it that well” he said trying to avoid a smile.

“You’re breaking my heart, Tyler.” you cried placing a hand in your chest. 

The brown haired finally smiled. He got closer and got you a hug. “You’re better than Lisa told us. I hope tha this is not the last time that I see you, little rapper. I’m glad to have finally met you, (Y/N)”

“Thank you, Tyler. I’m so glad to have met you too.”

Tyler said goodbye to you with the hand when a blonde girl started to call him.

You needed a drink, and quickly. But when you were searching in your bag for some money to go and order a drink, you felt a hand in your waist. Josh’s hand.

“You has left me with my mouth open. Nobody would think that a girl like you know how to rap like that.”

“L-like me? What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re pretty and you look like the type of girl who is more worried about her manicure than other things.” both of you laughted at the same time.

“Have you met a lot of girls like that?”

“A couple.”

“Then, let me tell you that I have never had a manicure.”

“And let me tell you that I love that.”

Josh smiled when he saw that your cheeks were red. “Hey, why don’t you give me your phone number? We could… talk about rap and those things.”

“Talk about rap? Really?”

“Come on, (Y/N) It’s an excuse for you to give me your number.”

“Yeah, I realized that. But I’m not gonna give it to you. Not that easily.”

You wanted to slap you in the face at the same moment that your words got out of your mouth. That was like a dream to you! Josh seem to be confused. “And what do I have to do?”

“I dare you to sing with me. If you win I’ll give it to you.”

“And If I lose?”

“I’ll give it to you anyways. But I want to hear you sing.” he smiled.

“I like you.”

tinydancerkelsey  asked:

Hi there lovely Mods! Congrats on the blog! You guys are doing a great job so far and bringing me lots of smiles (which is much needed lately). May I request headcanons for the TFP bots (especially Optimus and Ratchet) seeing their human s/o dressed up for the first time. Hair, make-up, dress. The whole nine yards. Haha.

Optimus~

 He is completely silent when he sees you dressed up for the first time. The silence stretches out and you wonder if maybe you overdid it? Then you catch sight of the insane light blue dusting right beneath his optics and you quietly ask if he likes how you look. 

There is no hesitation when he says you astounded him with your looks. After you do what you had originally set out to do and your fancy-ness is no longer required, Optimus does take you aside to a quiet corner where just the two of you can sit and enjoy each others company while you still look so dressed up.

 It’s the end of the night when Optimus finally asks if you might dress up just a bit more, he loves seeing you look so nice.

 Then he realizes how that sounded and you spend the rest of your time trying to console the poor mech. 



 Ratchet~ 

Can not stop watching you with a soft grin.

He walks right up to you, gently scoops you into his hand so as not to mess up your hard work, and presses a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

“You look lovely tonight.” Is his soft answer as he holds you close and looks down at you with nothing but adoration shining in his optics. 

The night went wonderfully, and having a mech that was so in love with you only made it that much better. 

After everything was said and done, he confided that while he was amazed by how beautiful you looked, he doesn’t focus on looks to determine how much he loves you. He just mentions that while you always look wonderful, you were radiant tonight.



Arcee

- The first time she sees you dressed up, she nearly tripped over her own two peds.

- You’re dressed up formally for an event you’re going to with June and Jack; a soft grin on your face as you watch her evaluate what you’re wearing.

- The “evaluation” just becomes full-blown checking you out within seconds. You’re so smug.

- She walks up to you with a little smile, and where you expect something teasing or snarky to come from her, she instead compliments you.

- “You should really dress up like that more often.”

- Needless to say, you take her out shopping with you to get more dressy clothing. Whatever your robotic girlfriend likes, you provide.


Bulkhead

- BULKHEAD.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

- He’s spluttering and blushing and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen all week. He’s just so flustered; look at his sweet s/o! They look beautiful!

- Bulk ends up bomping his forehead against yours and telling you just that. You’re already melting.

- After finding out why you’re dressed up like that, he ends up asking you if humans only dress up like that when they have to go to an event.

- When you say no, you do not need an event to dress up, he sheepishly hints that he wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed up more often.


Bumblebee

- He’s frozen the moment he sees you. Just. Stops functioning right where he’s standing.

- Then, he’s picking you up and lifting you to his optics so he can get a better look at his beautiful s/o. You’re so pretty! He loves you so much!

- He asks you about what the clothes are supposed to be for, especially if you’re wearing a dress. ‘That looks uncomfortable! Are you sure you should wear it?’  He’s unknowingly making some passes at you.

- Even if he thinks you’re uncomfortable in your outfit(and makeup if you have some on), he wouldn’t mind seeing you all dressed up again!