that finger's annoying ;a;

okay but Keith getting hit by sudden waves of affection

He never really knows how to go about showing affection - it’s not like he really learned how to deal with it since he was tossed around from home to home. But with Lance, he just kinda. Flops.

Lance will be sitting in bed on his tablet or flipping through some Altean book and Keith will just climb into his lap and sit there until Lance wraps his arm around him. Or Keith will walk up to Lance after a training session and stand in front of him with soft, pleading eyes, and wait for Lance to open his arms up for him. When they’re in the lounge Keith will sometimes drape himself across Lance’s lap, nudging his head into Lance’s hand until he starts to card his fingers through Keith’s hair. 

Lance used to pretend to be annoyed by it, thinking it would make Keith want to do it more, but instead, he saw Keith pulling back. Keith had thought he overstepped, crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed. So Lance started to pull Keith into his lap when he passed by, kiss his forehead, and push him back off, laughing at the shocked look on Keith’s face. Thankfully it worked - Keith started to show his cute, weird affections more and more. Now, Lance embraces it enough for the both of them - embraces Keith enough for the both of them.

Domestic Klance Headcanons
  • Lance tries as hard as possible to sleep in for as long as possible
  • this is a difficult task considering Keith is an early riser he doesn’t even need an alarm he just naturally wakes up at 7 to work out or whatever
  • one time lance tried to wake up early enough to surprise keith with a birthday breakfast-in-bed, but of course keith didn’t get the message to sleep in and was already awake
  • they made a mess making pancakes and bacon together instead
  • lance is a neat freak. it annoys the crap out of keith because he never had to clean up for anyone else whereas lance’s mother pretty much programmed him to clean up after himself and his little siblings
  • keith affectionately labels these tirades as The Nag™…brace yourselves, The Nag is coming
  • lance can also cook??? he chops vegetables like it’s nothing and keith is alway afraid he’s going to lose a finger at the speed he’s going
  • they couldn’t decide on a color scheme for their room so it’s just a mismatched mess of soft blues and and calm grays and vibrant red and angsty black and it looks awful. but it’s theirs
  • lance convinced keith to do weekly Couple Luxury Night where they did relaxing at-home spa treatment-esque routines. he told keith it’d be fun but really it’s just an excuse for him to pamper his boyfriend and take goofy pictures in face masks and cucumbers
  • lance always fixes keith’s hair before he walks out the door because that boy does not know that bedheads aren’t acceptable. keith always pretends to be annoyed but his favorite thing is feeling lances fingers run through his hair
  • lance got them really into competitive cooking shows and naturally it turned into a heated cooking war between the two. since lance is 1000x better at cooking (keith can barely peel a potato) keith is allowed to distract him by whatever means necessary. lance is extremely susceptible to neck kisses, side tickling, and obnoxious raspberries
  • lance in aprons with flirtatious sayings
  • keith complying with the aprons’ suggestions
  • lance totally has a childhood teddy bear that he still sleeps with with named tigre (as a child he didn’t really have a clear grasp on the difference between bears and tigers). He is now señor tigre, respect the title, and is appalled when keith calls it ratty and old-looking
  • whenever lance is mad at keith he pretends keith isn’t there and complains about him to tigre
  • when keith needs comfort and can’t get any words out, lance lets him hold tigre—he might be old as hell but he is soft—and just talks to him about anything until keith feels better
  • they have matching red and blue mugs with cute lions on them
  • keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, but always manages to roll all the way to lance’s side by the morning
  • keith also has deathgrip when he’s asleep, so lance had to buy him a body pillow for those nights when lance just wants to sprawl out
  • lance taped a fucking picture of his face to the body pillow the first night keith slept with it and the next morning lance was woken abruptly by keith shrieking in terror
  • lance likes to do voices and impressions all the time to keep himself entertained and uses random objects around the house as props. keith’s reactions range from tired-of-your-shit to must-hold-in-laughter, but most of the time keith likes to film him on his phone so he can watch it again later. he says it’s blackmail material but these are keith’s videos of the lance that only he gets to see every day
  • whenever lance decides to fart in front of keith he turns it into a punchline
  • keith would never fart in front of other people because it’s fucking barbaric but he feels comfortable enough to voice his body’s concerns (oh god lance i have to fucking dump pause the tv i can’t miss gordon ramsay ripping this neglectful chef a new asshole)
  • they have a weekly chore chart with shifting roles, except keith can’t do the dishes because sticking his hands under hot water and touching grimy dishes is a nightmare for him
  • keith never likes to walk around barefoot esp in the kitchen, so lance makes it fun by gifting keith with funky socks. his most recent pair has shooting stars with a moon made of cheese at the ankle. (keith unintentionally called them cheesy and lance keeled over) keith is known at work/school as the serious guy with uncharacteristically fun socks
  • lance likes to blast music but when it bothers keith, he turns it down and sings along at a moderate volume, which keith finds comforting
  • lance: KEITH HAVE U SEEN THE THING
  • keith: did u check between the couch cushions
  • it was between the couch cushions
  • they have a codeword for when keith misses a social cue and says something too blunt or rude, that way they can communicate easily in private and when company’s over
  • they also have a word for when lance is doing something annoyingly repetitive that keith can’t deal with
  • lance is superstitious and it’s all pretty humorous, but he never risks going to bed without saying i love you, even if they’re angry at each other. keith doesn’t understand why they need to say it out loud all the time but he knows it makes lance feel better so he doesn’t ask questions
  • some nights they like to sleep outside on the back porch so they can see the stars together, and they make their own constellations
  • when the Bad Thoughts hit lance, keith just stays with him, cradles him, strokes his hair. keith’s blunt honesty is a solace whenever lance splits
  • when lance dissociates, keith finds a simple activity for them to do together to coax him back like watching crap tv or going for a drive with the windows down
  • lance bought this weird porcelain duck cookie jar and every time keith comes into contact with it he stares it down for a good minute out of suspicion and spite
  • if either of them don’t feel like using their voice at any particular time, they bought mini whiteboards with tons of colorful markers
  • keith really likes to doodle?? its not his passion or anything but lance lets him draw on his skin and loves to show off his “new tattoo” to literally anyone
  • keith really wants a cat but lance thinks cats are too boring and moody. lance wants a dog but keith thinks they’re too high-maintenance and overwhelming
  • when they went pet shopping they became unwittingly enamored with a turtle struggling to eat a tomato. it was inspirational, and they named her Rita
  • they probably start a small garden and grow tomatoes for Rita and lance in floppy sun hats and keith digging gleefully into the earth
  • lance naming their gardening hoe keith and promptly running from an angry dirt-covered keith

im dy i ng I could go on about these dorks and their habits

if anyone wants to add anything more please do I'm thirsty for domestic klance fluff

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*gets out fandom stick* jesus christ. the shit lin puts up with. ANYway HIGHLIGHTS

i’m melting over a seventeen year old audition flyer?

if that next line isn’t “peruse at your leisure” i’ll eat my hand

we have done nothing to deserve lin-manuel miranda
it’s a meme and a cliche but i can’t apologize because it’s true
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alec had to admit, when magnus casually mentioned that alec should show him a few things about archery on a sunny tuesday morning in the target range of the institute, alec had felt a kind of smug pride burn in his chest. the sunlight had been filtering through the windows, catching bits of dust and catching at the tips of magnus’s spiked up hair and he looked… breathtaking. but more than that there was this amused kind of darkness around his eyes as he said it so casually, while alec still had an arrow nocked.

“what do you say?” magnus had finished with, tipping his head to the side slightly, leaning against one of the pillars. and alec was pretty sure his grin was blinding as he eagerly responded.

“i’d love to.”

maybe if he hadn’t been so smug he would have seen the mirth twinkling in magnus’s eyes but instead his pride eclipsed him and he turned back to the target, letting his arrow fly. it hit dead center and at that moment he felt entirely invincible if he was honest with himself.

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The doors of his car slammed shut. She couldn’t help feeling as though she’d caged herself in with the only person she couldn’t stand being alone with. It was strangely quiet without the blaring music and screams of people trying to make themselves heard over the noise. For a second she considered turning on the music like she had done so many times in the past. Instead she put her clenched fingers into her lap. She could feel his eyes on her.
“You wanted to talk.”
“I did.” Drops of rain softly pelted against the windshield, outrunning the beating of her heart. He said nothing, just continued his mute staring, his fingers rapping against the steering wheel. Was he nervous? Annoyed? Irritated? She closed her eyes and inhaled. Slowly. Painfully. It had been a bad idea. This wasn’t going to change anything. It was nothing more than a foolish attempt at damage control. It was already over.
“It’s just - I shouldn’t care what you think of me anymore, right?” The steady rhythm of his fingers stopped and the rain seemed to stop along with it. There was only silence, invincible and awful and all-consuming.
“But I do care. I care what you think. I wonder what goes on in your head when you see me.” More silence. She cleared her throat and continued.
“I wonder if you stop doing whatever it is you’re up to when you hear my name or if you also feel that twinge in the region of your chest like I do. I wonder all the time.”
“Listen.” He looked apologetic and there was pity in the tilt of his chin and in the slow smile of his lips and it hurt to already see his answer on his face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You mean the world to me, you still do, but I can’t love you. Not anymore.” She expected the impact of his words to hit her but the blow never came. They were no surprise.
“It’s not love I want from you. Not anymore,” she echoed his words. And she meant them. A dull sound filled her ears but it wasn’t the rain or the feeble tapping of fingers. It was like her own blood was rushing in her head.
“I want to be seen. I want you to see me. I don’t care if people ignore me or don’t pay attention. But I don’t want to turn into a stranger for you.”
His eyes softened. He leaned in to turn on the music. Her fingers unclenched. It was a song they used to listen to, beautiful high notes and meaningful lyrics, a melody that was so much more than simple chords.
“I see you. I’ve always seen you.” They listened to this song over and over and stared out into the downpour, not talking and not touching. Sometimes silence was all you needed. Sometimes it was enough.
—  I see you / n.j.
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03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia@war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur… You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn’t have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn’t even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn’t even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn’t expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn’t. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

“That’s it baby girl,” The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

“I’m so close baby,” he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn’t see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

“Fucking Park Jimin,” You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

Give me Draco and Harry dancing in the kitchen for no reason as the wireless crackles with static in the background, laughing as their socks slide on the floor and they fall against the kitchen counter breathless from laughing.

Give me Harry and Draco splayed across the couch with Harry completely covering as much of Draco as possible just because he can and Draco pretending to be affronted “honestly potter could you be any heavier” as he buries his face in Harry’s hair to hide his smile.

Give me Draco complaining about everything as they move into their first flat together and Harry’s nerves are shot because God Draco can still be a prat sometimes and Harry had worked so hard to find a place he thought Draco would like but then he overhears Draco muttering to himself “none of this is good enough for Harry” and oh….oh.

Give me bumbling and awkwardness as Harry tries to teach Draco to cook and he wants to learn because damnit if Harry can do it how hard can it be but he also resists because he’s never had to and he doesn’t like to fail so he pretends to hate it. Harry pretends not to notice as ingredients continue to disappear from the pantry but there’s never anything to eat and they end up eating takeaway most nights.

Give me middle of the night when Harry can’t sleep and he tosses and turns relentlessly until Draco huffs and pretends to be annoyed for old times sake but the way his fingers find Harry’s show him otherwise as Draco wraps his arms around him pressing a kiss to the scar on his forehead that still hurts in his heart

Just give me Harry and Draco finally free from Voldemort; free from others expectations and guilt and fear as they find themselves and find each other.

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me when my horoscope is right

Voltron Prompt

Allura has the gang go through the mind-meld helmets as a team bonding thing, and she does some techno-magic bs that makes them show something about the person the team didn’t already  know.  And Lance is like “that’s a huge invasion of privacy?” But Keith is just like “pls bitch. We know everything we need to about you. You’re annoying, obnoxious, and *finger quotes* a ladies man.”  And Lance is so pissed and kinda sad but hides it and is just like “oh yeah?” So they go into the exercise and Lance goes first. From there it could go two ways. It either shows Lance being bilingual and bisexual and being bullied for it, but eventually standing up for, and loving himself. Or it shows Lance’s crippling insecurity and homesickness. The helmets show how much he feels like he doesn’t measure up with everyone else and how he thinks he shouldn’t be there. They show how badly he wants to be at home, how much he misses his family. (Now just because the helmets show one doesn’t mean the other doesn’t exist. If they show his bi-ness that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have insecurities.) Either way, at the end of the exercise everyone (except Hunk) is blown away because it really doesn’t fit with his whole “ladies man, cocky, arrogant and vain” persona he has going on.

  • Harry: I don't like malfoy but I like his hair.
  • Draco: I don't like Potter but he's got a nice body.
  • Harry: I hate that stupid git but he has a nice smile.</p>
  • Draco: Sometimes I want to punch Potter Sometimes I want him to slam me against a wall
  • Harry: Malfoy is annoying but he has pretty fingers.
  • Draco: everyone thinks I'm gay. I'll prove I'm not by kissing potter.

listen i just. alec has his hands behind his back so often and when he doesn’t he’s nearly always stimming with them and it just makes me wonder ???? how many times growing up did maryse snap at him to keep them still until he started just putting them behind his back out of habit to stop himself from ‘fidgeting’ because he was told it was annoying and childish? also i’ve noticed he kinda rocks on his heels sometimes when his hands are behind his back?? like he’s doing that Instead of the hand things so

“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you VERY MUCH @craftersdust :). I’m a bit self-conscious about my writing, because I’m French, and I know sometimes I don’t phrase things right, so thanks. 

And here’s for your request, of course, very NSFW :

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

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Got7 reaction to s/o having high pain tolerance.

Anonymous said:Got7 reaction to their s/o having a weirdly high pain tolerance please! (Like they can accidentally cut their finger while cooking and not really feel it or they can get hit by something really hard and hardly react)

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JB: You two are secretly dating, only the members know about the relationship. Let’s say your solo artist, and you were invited to be a co-host on weekly idol for the group Got7. A game was set up, you plus got7 participated, the loser had to get thumped on the forehead, by a chosen person to do the thumping. You lost and of course the boys picked JB to do the thumping. It was a very loud, hard thump, but you didn’t make a sound or flinch. Others: “That didn’t hurt? it sounded painful.” You: “Nah, If I wanted it to hurt, I could’ve thumped my self”

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Jinyoung: Both of you are playing around. Him: *Slightly shoves you* You: *Shoves back harder than him* Him: *Shoves back…too hard causing you to hit the wall* “Ah! I didn’t mean-” You: *laughs…..then SHOVE THE FUCK OUTTA HIM* Him: *GIF*

Originally posted by periwin5les

Jackson: It was you, him, and some friends playing a game of bowling. Your turn was up, when you went to reach for the ball, you dropped it on your foot. Like any normal ass person, he thought you were gonna shout out crying or cursing, but instead you just picked the ball back up and continued to bowl. Came back to sit down like…..a fucking heavy ass bowling ball ain’t just fall on yo foot.

Originally posted by hobiiismylove

Mark: He couldn’t open a jar up. It was tightly on and when he tried it hurt his fingers. You two were having a conversation, you started to get annoyed by his grunts of frustration from trying to open the jar, so you took it from him and just with one twist, it was open. You: *hands jar back* “Now, like I was saying” Him: “…….You know I opened most of it for you right?”

Originally posted by jordragon

Youngjae: You were cooking a meal from a cookbook and you thought you were doing everything so right. But your finished product did not come out right at all it looked like a piece of shit. You: “I don’t understand what I did wrong……….FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD MILK” *Bangs head on wall hard asf* Him: *GIF* what the fuck……..

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Bambam: You and him played the warhead challenge, loser had to buy everyone dinner tonight. He couldn’t even go with 2 in his mouth, you already had 7 in yours, and was still getting more. He just gave up, he knew damn well playing with yo ass, he wasn’t getting anywhere.

Originally posted by jackseunie

Yugyeom: He can’t believe you just broke a thick ass piece of wood with your baby ass hands like it was nothing. If that don’t hurt you, he thought, then imagine the strength that comes with that high ass pain tolerance.

Originally posted by got7arrival

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I want more fics where Stiles is unaffected by Derek’s hotness. Like, real people interact with attractive ppl every day without making a fool of themselves or drooling or doing stupid things. Instead of Stiles being dumb, unable to talk, or immediately falling in love with Derek, I want him to look at Derek, think “wow that guy’s hot,” and then immediately go “that dude is out of my league so moving on.” So, Stiles just treats Derek like he does everyone else.

Derek is really really into Stiles. So, he does everything he can to impress Stiles. He wears tight jeans, tank tops, works out with Scott and Danny in front of him, and takes off his shirt and walks around him front of him. Except…nothing works. Derek never has trouble getting people he wants. He knows he’s hot, and so he works that. Except it’s not working on Stiles.

And Derek is really really confused. Whenever he takes off his shirt or wears his best ass-hugging jeans, Stiles notices, sure. But so does Allison, who’s basically married to Scott, and Lydia, who Derek has overheard screwing Jackson too many times to count for the past couple years. Kira blushes, and Erica - well, Erica may be engaged to Boyd, but she never misses an opportunity to put her hands all over Derek’s sweaty abs and pecs. Danny always fucks him with his eyes, and Parrish stares a little too long, his cheeks a little too pink, and Derek thinks maybe he should hook up with Parrish again just to appease his bruised ego. Because Stiles looks, but then he stops looking because apparently it doesn’t impress him.

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hmltntrsh51  asked:

OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol

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Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.

“Newt…”

You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.


Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.

“I….fuck…”

Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.

“Scamander…”

Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.

“Ahh!”

You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”

“Shh.”

You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.


*****


Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂

Tumbleweed, Her (M) #1 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by daenana

[A/N] This kind of writing falls under the ‘Noir’ category. It involves crime and is rated M for mature contents. One part, every week. OK? OK.

The Lieutenant: Bang Yongguk.

The smell of cigarettes from his superior is blocking his mind. He tried to shake his discomforts, a few times, but he had to settle for a walk for a minute. He never bothered to take his phone to the toilet but this time, he did. He picked the cubicle farthest from the entrance and placed the seat cover down. He slip his phone out of his back pocket and he sighed, before anything else. He sighed, tiredly. As if he’ll be expecting some unwanted texts. And like he predicted, he did.

“Yongguk.”
“Please, answer my call.”
“I need you.”
“Call me.”
“I won’t be asking you for help. Not anymore.”
“This will be the last time.”

He locked the screen and hovered his eyes away from it, while tilting his head back. “You have seven missed calls, since Monday.” The last text arrived. He had been out of town, but isn’t very far from where he lives. This was the kind of text messages he refused to reply to. He cares about you too much, and for that same reason he had been avoiding you. So that you’ll grow out of it.

[Several months ago]

Keep reading

Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

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You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.