Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?
(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)
Jughead knew the routine by
now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless
as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he
was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter
to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and
he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender
fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along
with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly
inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for
the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it.
He was tired and even more so mentally
tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his
spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust
to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the
here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his
life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed
to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down,
even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.
Chris wears your favorite shirt at a stop on the press tour.
Warnings: Some language, that’s it.
Inspired by this photo found on Pinterest from the Korean Press Tour for Captain America Civil War (I think).
“Jesus, Evans, could you have squeezed into a tinier shirt?” Robert guffawed, loud enough to draw attention to himself and Chris. “Or maybe one less see through? I can see your damn nipples.”
The words were like a magnet, drawing everyone to him. They gathered in a rough circle, looking him over with a critical eye.
Paul, of course, was shaking his head, Scarlett and Elizabeth were giggling, Seb and Anthony were holding each other up and laughing, Chadwick was standing beside Tom, both of them shaking their heads and trying not to smile.
Chris just smiled and shrugged. He knew why he was wearing the shirt and who he was wearing it for. He’d take all the ribbing he had to because he knew exactly what the shirt was going to do to you when you saw it. He couldn’t wait.
Thirty seconds later, the announcer started calling their names. Show time.
1.) “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to find my son!”
2.) “What do you think happened here?”
“Don’t ask me that question.”
3.) “Wheres the flamethrower?”
4.)“Trust me, I’m just as clueless as you are.”
5.) “You think you can just steal from me, boy?”
6.) “This shit just keep getting weirder.”
“Lets just keep going.”
7.) “What did I just say? One at a damn time.”
8.) “Why do I even try with you? Sometimes I just wish…”
9.) “Anybody home?”
“What’s the password?”
10.) “You don’t have many friends do you?”
“Never felt the need to make any.”
11.) “Who names their child after a number?”
“I think you’re missing the point here.”
12.) “We’re running low on time.”
“Time doesn’t exist.”
13.) You live in a Utopian society, but the problems aren’t with the structure of the society, but at home. Perhaps your grandmother is dying of old age and she’s the last living relative that you know in your family. Maybe despite the peacefulness of life you wish for a thrill. Maybe you struggle with loneliness as your only friend is the robotic servent who practically raised you by itself. Maybe life is as good as it gets and the story is just about you enjoying the protection and peace that your life encompasses.
14.) “Man, I almost feel bad for ruining your life.”
15.) “Do whatever you want. This is the only life you’re going to get so you might as well live it the only way you can.“
16.) “It’s just as our parents taught us. We do what we can with what we have. And if we can’t do anything or if we don't have anything then we keep trying. That’s how this works.”
17.) “Stop questioning me and do what I say!”
18.) “This won’t end well.”
“Don’t jinx us.”
19.) “Put the fork down and we can all walk away from this peacefully.”
20.) “Your ignorance knows no bounds.”
21.) “I am five hundred years too old for this shit.”
“And yet you don’t look a day over two hundred.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.”
22.) “I trust only what I can see.”
“If so, then you are only limiting yourself to an extremely narrow view of life.”
23.) “Just be open. That is one of the many ways.”
“Can you tell me another way because I don’t understand what that means.”
24.) “So let me get this straight. We’re about to ask a princess to help us?”
“Technically she’s the Queen, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
“How are we about to do that smart guy?”
“She owes me a favor.”
25.) “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”
26.) “Never trust a Shadow Elf.”
“What’s the difference between a Shadow Elf and a Dark Elf.”
27.) “You don’t really have a clear definition of who your dad really was. Let me explain.”
28.) “Everything is at random. Everything is random. Maybe that’s all we needed to know.”
29.) “Do you think we should trust her word for it? I really don’t want to go back to the estate bound and gagged simply because you gained a moment of conscious.”
30.) “Normally I’d agree, but I’ve seen what she can do. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”
31.) “I can’t think of a better way for me to die than in your arms.”
32.) “You got me into this mess. You get me out.”
33.) “Trusting you seems to be a double edged sword and I have terrible luck.”
34.) “Remember what I did to your poor maid. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”
35.) “I made a gamble. Only time will tell if I made the right choice.”
36.) Write a store about two students. Person A appears to be the outgoing type but they’re really introverted and Person B is a mute, but one who chooses not to speak. The two meet by chance one day at Person A’s job.
37.) “Fuck that, I’m not giving you anymore money.”
38.) “Hey, did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“Why are you lying?”
39.) “You really should stop drinking soda.”
“You really need to stop telling me how to live my life.”
40.) “I understand your anger but that doesn’t mean you had to kick my car.”
41.) “Let me take a hit of that.”
“You sure? I thought you had a drug test later this week?”
“My mom just died, Matt. The last thing I’m thinking about is my job.”
42.) “Welcome to the Soul Plane.”
“Doesn’t look like much.”
“Thats because you don’t have much of a soul. Or maybe you just don’t believe.”
43.) “You saved me, Milord. I don't understand.”
“When I saw you. I saw the eyes of my grandfather. Those were eyes of pure kindness and compassion. You did not commit that crime.”
44.) You are the victim of a gruesome vampire prank which results of you being unaware of your new state. You work at night and sleep most of the day so the vampire is anticipating your demise. New Vamps can still eat regular food but it's no longer has the nutritional properties it used too. The longer newbies go without blood the more irritable and at worse cases, feral they become. One day your boss asks you to work someone else’s shift as they failed to show up to work. Needing the extra money you accept and leave just before sun rises. As you're walking home you decide to watch the sunrise, cue you bursting into flames for an agonizing period of time. Luckily someone, maybe another vampire or different monster, saves you by pulling you into an alley.
45.) “Here, can you hold her for me? Make sure not to wake her up. She gets really angry when someone other than me is holding her.”
“Then why did you give her to me?”
46.) “Trust me. I wanna quit too, but having to see her heart break because we couldn’t complete our job is not on my bucket list.”
47.) “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways of finding you.”
48.) “The moon isn’t what you think it is.”
“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had this conversation.”
49.) You are in the process of exploring a dirlect temple on the outskirts of your town. You used to explore here when you were younger but after years of mentally sketching the temple down in your mind you notice one day that in the basement there is a blood red mirror that wasn’t always there.
50.) One day while laying on the beach watching the sunset in the distance you see something too big to comprehend brushed across the surface of the water. You stand up in shock and look around to see if anyone else saw. Out of the few people who on the beach you spot a few others who look as though they saw what you saw.
can you explain that post for someone who doesn't know much about what's really going on in venezuela? what's a chavista/madurista?
A supporter of the now deceased Hugo Chavez and his successor Nicolas Maduro, both self-described leaders of the “Pink Tide” left populist movement known as chavismo. Interestingly, at the inception of the MUD, some hardline chavistas were part of the ooposition, considering Maduro’s reign as a corrupt departure from his predecessor’s principles. They returned to supporting the state once protests became more violent.
Chavismo is self-described “socialism for the 21st century.” Its mostly a mish-mash of anti-imperialist rhetoric and left populism. In the 2000s the government took control of the nation’s oil industry and used the proceeds to finance a series of projects that greatly benefited the country’s poor. Problem is, they wasted this initiative, doing nothing to diversify the nation’s economy, allowing agriculture to continuously decline, appeasing the national bourgeoisie and foreign enterprises, and conducting a series of inter-Latin American trade deals that made no sense. So when oil prices tanked, the regime had no leg to stand on, still being largely at the mercy of the foreign and domestic capitalists while also having done nothing to boost the country’s economic competitiveness. This, plus blooming corruption on the part of the ruling party’s leading figures, lead the country into a tailspin of economic decline and political instability.
Tbh, the Pink Tide of left(ish) governments that came to power in South America in the early 2000s was never a phenomenon that merited intense celebration from Western radicals. At their best these were populist social democrats and at worst, figures more interested in preserving their image and lining their pockets than in building a truly better future for the continent’s laboring classes, as evidenced by the quick fading of their successes. I know some would like to place the sole blame for that decline on US pressures, but I’ve read the leaks about US activities in the region and while we are definitely aiding and abetting the right, we are not the driving force behind that shift. Failing to understand the power of the national bourgeois is always an issue for Western leftists, it seems.
So we all know Jay is a secret cuddle bug right? Okay so just picture this:
Tim always wakes up before Jason, because the poor little nerd is an insomniac. He looks over at Jason and finds him dead asleep, mouth open, snoring, the works.
He doesn’t want to disturb Jay so he tries to get out of bed as quietly as possible, moving like a snail so that even the mattress doesn’t shift.
But it never fails that the moment his feet touch the floor Jason’s subconscious picks up on the fact that Tim is trying to leave him. He immediately starts making these distressed grumbles in his sleep. His long arms catch Tim before he can get away and tug him back against his side. Jason then wraps every single one of his limbs around Tim, like a huge warm octopus.
Tim sighs, relaxing back against Jason and accepting the fact that he’s probably going to be at least half an hour late to work today. But he doesn’t have the heart to reject Jason’s snuggles.
He does however, learn to start putting his tablet on his bedside table, so he can get some work done while he waits for Jay to wake up.
Request: Hello! Could you please do an Neville Longbottom X Animagus!Reader? Where reader is stuck in her animal form because she’s very injured and can’t go back in her human form and Neville takes care of her (but he doesn’t know it’s is crush). Thank you!
Thanks for requesting :) Sorry I didn’t get to writing this in ages, I’ve been procrastinating and getting ready for some tests at school.
Warnings: mean gossip, slightly steamy at the end.
Word count: 2,052
“Oh come on, Y/N! You’re no fun when you say no to my dares. I guess you’re too chicken.”
You glared viciously at your friend, Sam. “Just because I don’t do your stupid, dangerous dares doesn’t mean I’m a chicken.”
Sam rolled his eyes at you. “Sure, whatever. Wussy.”
That really set you off as you stood up, mad at Sam. “Argh! Fine! I’ll do it! But if I get detention, guess who’s not helping you with your potions essays!”
The sky was just setting, a nice pink and orange glow covering the grounds. To be truthful, you were quite easily provoked, you just usually had a very good way of hiding it. This time, your friend Sam had pushed too far, saying you were afraid of doing something.
You weren’t actually really scared of the dare, rather the consequences that would most likely happen afterwards. You walked casually to Snape’s office, having been dared to ask him for tips on potions that help with the pain of menstruation.
Ok so one day, and by one day I mean bi-weekly, Checkov and Sulu play the ‘how many times this shift vill ze keptin get up to talk to or look at Meester Spock'
Special points for lingering stares lasting longer than 30 seconds, unnecessary body contact and declarations of undying loyalty. (Bonus round- forgetting that the rest of the bridge crew exist in the middle of a crisis).
At the end of each shift they tally up the scores and hand out the winnings within the betting pool. (there may or may not be a separate betting category named 'how long before the just get married’)
Neither Spock or Jim can quite figure out why Checkov and Sulu keep shouting out random numbers mid shift while failing at suppressing grins. Both independently ask Bones but he’s as tightlipped as an Aldebaran Shellmouth about it.
How-do-you-do Sin! I was wondering if could possibly do an imagine on Newt receiving different flowers from a secret admirer using the language of flowers to court him. He has to try to figure out the meanings and the mystery of who could be sending them until he meets reader. Thank you for your consideration!
“Listen, it says here that lavender means love at first sight.” Newt spoke aloud, grinning at you as he twisted the lavender rose in his hand. It had been weeks already, and almost once a day the wizard had been receiving a flower, each one different in color and species. Needless to say, he was beyond intrigued by the notion. It started off simple enough, finding a single yellow rose in his study. He assumed it was one of his creatures just leaving things around, but after the second one arrived he couldn’t quite help himself from being interested.
“That so?” You snickered from the other side of the room, finishing sewing the last half of your scarf. “Perhaps you have an admirer, my dear friend.”
And you were right, because you happened to be that secret admirer of his. It wasn’t meant to carry on this far. You always had a bit of a crush on the gentle man, it was almost impossible not to. But, Queenie had dared you to leave that first flower, and you did. But, after the second one it became more of a game for you. And you trailed off into this world of courtship with your best friend. Not that he was any the wiser. It wasn’t like you planned to keep doing this forever, and part of you wished you stopped weeks ago, but every single flower that was left kept Newt that much more interested and you just couldn’t stop yourself. After the sixth one he decided to look up the species and meanings of flowers, and every week he’d sit you down to relay the knowledge he gained from his book. Like now, while you sat here with a stupid smile and look of desire on your features.
“An admirer?” Newt glanced over at you, as if he couldn’t believe the idea of that. He hardly spoke to anyone. “Doubtful.”
The needle stopped, and you looked over at Newt with a scolding look. “Now why is that doubtful? You’re perfectly charming, Newt.”
The wizard blushed at your compliment, and he closed the book in front of him, grabbing the rose and turning it over in his hand. “Then who?”
“Well, isn’t it obvi-” You stopped yourself, hands coming up with the scarf to cover your mouth in shock. That was definitely a slip of the tongue you couldn’t afford.
Newt furrowed his brow at you, trying to figure out why you were acting so strange suddenly. “Um…so sorry, but may I ask-”
“No!” You didn’t mean to yell, but you felt under scrutiny now, and you placed your scarf to the side on the table. “I mean…no. It’s not important. Maybe it was Queenie?”
The conversation shift was a failed attempt, and Newt just continued to stare at you until you caved under his questioning gaze.
“Maybe it was the Niffler?”
At that, Newt knew you were trying hard to change the subject, and he smiled widely. “Unless there’s a gold coin hiding in the petals, it’s not him.”
A blush crept its way over your face, and tried hard to hide it behind your hands, even covering your eyes from the wizard. “Oh god…”
“Am I correct, in assuming that…” Newt chose his words carefully, rising from his seat as he walked over to you.
You could feel the heat of his body already, and it only served to make you shift awkwardly around. “It was-”
“You?” He asked, his smile growing even more as you peeked through your fingers. He looked down at the flower in his hand, and he brought it up tucking it behind your ear.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you simply nodded at his question. Newt laughed at your nervous state, and he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to bury your face into his chest.
Final Fantasy XV (Prompto/reader, lee reader) - 24. “And why exactly is ‘tickle torture tools story’ in your search history?” - So yeah I know I told you guys I wouldn’t post anything because I’d be absent this weekend which is true, I’m only home late night and that time is reserved for playing FFXV.
But after getting lost for hours and accidentally teleporting myself out of fcking Costlemark Tower THREE TIMES and it was morning outside again and I had to wait again to enter and I was so excited to meet the monster there…. I ended up like fuck okay I’ll do this later. Fic writing time! So yeah just to stay in the FF mood, here’s the prompto prompt. Get it, huehue. Prompto. Prompt. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Summary: You, yes lucky reader you, are Prompto’s lover and for the first time you’re camping with the guys. Just camping. Then why do you end up getting tickled to death…? (short note: I always try to write my reader fic non-gender focused so I hope it will be enjoyable for everyone^^)
Word Count: 1810
“Is it okay? Are you cold?” Prompto asked, and you shook your head and snuggled closer against him. You blushed at the closeness. This wasn’t the first time you shared a bed with Prompto, but… inside a tent and sharing a sleeping bag, you felt closer to him than ever.
Outside you could hear the noises of battle cries and clinging swords; Noctis, Ignis and Gladio were having some intense training session so you and Prompto already pulled yourselves back inside the tent to sleep early.
“Is it always like this?” you asked, and Prompto who was lying beside you, playing some King’s Knight on his phone looked up for a moment. He then looked back at his phone.
“Them? Yeah. Nights and nights long. Sometimes I join them.” Prompto nodded, and you smiled.
“You can go too if you want,” you said, and you noticed a cute smile on his face as he kept playing the game.
“Naaah. It’s the first time you’re actually with us while camping. It’s something different than a hotel bed right? Isn’t it niiice?” Prompto wiggled a little like a worm in the sleeping bag and you laughed.
“Yeah very nice. Also – EEhep!” you suddenly squeaked and you tensed up completely.
“What? What?!” Prompto put away his phone and panicked together with you.
“A bug! A buuuug!” Both of you started to struggle in the sleeping bag and you choked on a sudden giggle when you felt a light tickle under your shirt.
“Hehehelp – hehehe waha get it out!” you laughed, squirming and trying to writhe free, but the sleeping bag was pretty tight, and Prompto was useless.
“Phew got it!” you sighed when you finally managed to catch the tiny thing with lots of effort, and you took it out.
“You squished it,” Prompto said, studying the dead ant in your hand with the light of his phone.
“By accident. This thing was under my shirt! I thought you hated bugs too?” you said, throwing the dead body to the side, and Prompto nodded.
“Ants are fine, I hate the big ones. It’s camping life, sadly,” he said as he paid attention to his phone again, but you noticed it wasn’t King’s Knight he was playing. You rolled closer to him again after calming down a little from the incident, haha, bug-cident, and you leaned your head against his shoulder so you could take a look at his phone as well.
“Prompto…” you mumbled as you stared at the little screen.
“Yes?” Prompto tapped ‘search’ and you suddenly felt very awkward. Two things: Prompto was typing in ‘ticklish places top ten’ and actually googling it. Yes, no lies here. But another thing that caught your eye was Google’s auto-fill based on search history that showed something worse.
“And why exactly is ‘tickle torture tools story’ in your search history?” you asked. Saying nothing after seeing this was definitely even more awkward, so you decided to just directly ask him right now.
“Oh,” Prompto said, not even the slightest bit awkward as one should be in a case like this since you just caught him red handed with his weird Google search history.
“It is my interest. I’d like to be a pro-tickler,” he said casually, and you gulped. What. Pro… tickler?
“Okay…” Loss of words, kinda. You noticed how you automatically moved a little further away from him as much as the sleeping bag allowed you to.
“And… why are you googling about tickling right now?” you asked carefully. Your entire body tingled when you had to say the word again. Prompto looked up at you, the light of his phone glowing on his face, and that smirk… A shiver ran down your spine and you caught your breath.
“I just heard you giggle when that bug was on you. I must admit I’m kinda triggered?” Oh heavens.
Modern AU, Officer Dragneel and Journalist Heartfilia
A/N: Slowly but surely I will catch up, or at least finish slightly behind schedule! Thanks to all favs and follows - and those of you kind enough to review.
Drip. Squelch. Slap. Itch. Lucy reached for the bug spray, nabbing it before Natsu could. Smirking, she sprayed her feet and moved up her legs; the cool mist soothing.
“In a minute.” Lucy leisurely covered her arms, then sprayed her hands, patting to cover her neck and face with bug spray. “Ladies first.”
From how Natsu’s eyes lit up, Lucy knew he had some sort of smart comment planned. Holding onto the canister of 'Bug B Gone,’ she lifted it high over her head. “Got something to say?”
Natsu shook his head and then lunged across the tent, pinning Lucy. She yelped and wriggled - all useless. “I was gonna say,” Natsu grinned, “it might be ladies first, but you’re a weirdo.” He stuck his nose into her ear and blew moist air. “You know why you’re a weirdo?”
Angling her hips against Natsu, Lucy tried to buck him off her body. It failed to shift him- but did highlight a new problem. He liked what she was doing - a lot. “You’re weird too!”
“Only since meeting you!” Natsu rolled to the side and kept Lucy secure in his arms, his legs trapping hers. “You’re a weirdo because you make everything wonderful.”
Confused, Lucy stopped struggling. “W-what?”
“Only you could make a leaky tent, a plague of bugs and endless rain fun.” He smiled, the tips of his canines showing. He brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Lucy let go of her ladylike tendencies and gaped at her boyfriend. “What do you mean?”
“I thought you were smarter than this. There’s just me and you here - and do you mean to tell me you couldn’t pay attention to what I said?” He let a huff of laughter escape. “Do I bore you?”
Brown eyes sparkled with ire. Natsu loved teasing Lucy, riling her until she sputtered and had to explode. She was close. He faked a yawn. “We should get some sleep.”
“Your lips say 'sleep,’ but something else is wide awake.”
Unrepentant, Natsu agreed. “And it’s your fault.”
“It’s my fault you get excited so easy? You can’t say you want to spend the rest of your life with me and not talk about it any further!” To her chagrin, the hot press of Natsu’s body was turning her to mush. “Then it’s your fault you get me so excited!”
“I’ll have to take responsibility then.” Natsu nodded gravely, letting Lucy’s confusion build. “There’s only one thing for me to do. I’ll have to marry you.”
“Damn right you will, except there’s something else you need to do first.” Lucy licked her lips and clasped Natsu’s face between her hands. They gazed at each other in silence, the minutes stretching between them.
Natsu broke. “What’s that?”
Lucy smiled sweetly and pulled him into a deep kiss, showing him without words everything she wanted.
Only the tag squad under the cut ~ want to be included or dropped? No worries, I understand - just say so (and sorry!)
Summary: sort of auwhere the reader was kidnapped by HYDRA and ended up with a hip
injury, preventing them from dancing and having a breakdown but getting
comforted by Bucky. FLUFF
A/N: So, this is my first imagine ever! I was so
nervous about posting it but in the end decided to give it a go… I really hope
you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspired by my first ballet lesson on Friday. Also, I’m shamelessly gonna tag @that-sokovian-bastard@buckysglow and @fluentflash. Thank you for your support and advice!
Natasha who had found you in the cellar. You had been covered in dirt, blood
and half starved to death; your ankles strapped together to prevent escape and
the rest of you huddling against one of the walls when she had kicked the door
open, bright artificial lighting spilling into the room. Years of captivity had
made your eyes unaccustomed to the light, so your first instinct had been to
cover your face with your hands, bracing yourself for a beating that never
came. Instead, a tall slender woman had kneeled at your side, a sigh of relief
escaping her lips when she saw you open your eyes.
someone, she’s alive!” you’d heard her yell. Moments after, a man had barged
into the room, his metal arm glinting under the harsh lights. He’d made quick
work of your restraints, snapping them in two before helping you stand. It had
been useless; your legs, not used to holding your weight after so long, had
buckled under you, sending you to the floor.
her” you’d heard him tell the woman, before a pair of strong arms had lifted
you from the ground. “Tell Steve we’re on our way,” he’d said, carrying you
through the halls.
been dehydrated, scared and weak, struggling to keep your eyes open but afraid
to let them close. The mysterious man had seemed to notice, because
immediately, you were brought closer to his chest, your head lolling to the
side softly and hands shaking on your lap. “It’s okay,” he had murmured, blue
eyes looking straight into yours “you’re safe now”.
Hallowhearth was haloed by Summerglen’s only graveyard, a sprawling, hilled yard of stones dappled in moss and worn by the ages. No plot was unmarked, though all were in a state of poor tending; the young Dame had only begun work to repair and revive the graveyard when the call for deployment took her attention from her estate and turned it towards the southern isles.
Seeing them, now, brought a sudden rise of shame in Caeliri as she pulled open the wrought iron gates that barred the interior gardens from the graveyard, and her eyes shot down to the tips of her toes. So far, she’d allowed herself a measure of forgiveness for all her many errors, because she was new to this, because the expectations levied on her shoulders were many for her age, but Light, she felt sick now to think how far she continued to fall from the mark.
They deserve someone better, was all she could think, even as she drew a deep breath and pushed the gates wide open until they clattered and stuck. Anyone better.
Weaving through the flower-speckled graves, Caeliri muttered the words she’d read again and again and again and again, hoping they would stick;
Hey i just saw request are open. Can i get jerza with hand stuck in vending machine? Thank you! Muahhh
A kiss for me sweet anon? You’re too kind! Also again sorry for the wait! I’ve been having a series of off days that kept me from writing but regardless, even if it’s a little short,
“Breathe not a word of this to Natsu.” Erza growled. A frustrated breath blowing disheveled hair from her eyes as she glared at Jellal. “Not. A. Word.”
He crouched to her level with a mischievous grin she was not at all used to seeing on him. “I had no intention of anything of the sort.”
He was never going to let this go. Jellal in all aspects of their life was a teaser and at times, petty.
Was he going to bring this up constantly? Yes.
Was he going to hold onto her slip up as an inside joke for the rest of their lives? Most likely.
But Erza had to admit if the situation were reverse she would do the same. Only with a sharp reprimand awaiting on her tongue first.
Though getting into a situation like this would be unexpected for either of them.
Hand stuck in a vending machine. Erza literally told Natsu off for doing this last week and here she was in the exact same problem. And all for a damn Milky Way Midnight Dark bar.
At least she went with pants today.
“Do you have any idea how to get me out of this mess, with my arm intact?”
His answer was simply a non-committal hand wiggle. Sometimes she really loves him.
“Well I only have one other solution,and i’m not so sure you’ll like it.”
Erza nodded grimly. “Gajeel?” “Gajeel.”
She slumped in defeat, her weight pulling at her arm painfully. Natsu wasn’t kidding about how the metal digs into your skin. Jellal cradled her cheek apologetically as he seated himself next to her then reached for his phone.
“At least I can trust him to not laugh at my lost dignity. Or tell anyone else. But he’ll want something as payment.”
“He owes me a favor, so just keep your mind off that.” He quickly dialed a number and mumbled something. She heard Gajeel’s shout of disbelief before the call ended and Jellal slipped his phone back in his pocket.
“He’s on his way. So just, sit tight until then?”
“Well it’s not like i’ll be going anywhere in the mean time.”
Erza’s legs scrabbled uselessly as she tried- and failed- to shift into a more comfortable position. She cursed and limply gave up.
How, long have you been stuck?”
“Too long.” She grumbled.
Jellal chuckled at her pout. “Well maybe I can make it up to you when you get out.”
“Do you still want that candy bar?”
Jellal’s other option was to somehow lop off her arm. High-key he always jumps to the worst case scenario.
Did you see how this guy jumped Acnologia in the manga? Yup, guy always goes from 0-100 in any situation.