and it had me thinking… what was the rest of their bodies doing? I’m pretty sure they were actually laying down, and not just standing next to each other with a rotated screen… so, obviously link wasn’t laying perfectly on top of rhett, that would be uncomfortable and Link most likely would’ve fallen off. so the only thing other than that was Link was straddling him. he must’ve had his legs… around…rhett’s….waist….. and they were close I’m talking CLOSE. touching. probably a little rubbing… i mean, it was either that OR Link rested one/both of his legs between rhett’s… either one is good with me
Sitting in Pops diner with my half empty glass of chocolate milkshake, it felt strange being here without everyone. Veronica, was busy arguing with her mom about what she had done with the contract for Andrews construction. Archie, was busy with Valerie or his music and Jughead and Betty were too busy with finding Jason’s killer along with clearing Polly’s name.
My parents had been arguing a lot more over the last couple of months and this morning my dad just packed up and left, no “goodbye” or “I’ll be in touch soon” he just left without even giving me a second thought. I wasn’t sure if my mom was happy with my dad just leaving us like that or if she was upset, heartbroken or anything she just carried on cleaning and doing laundry. It felt empty being in that house with all the memories I have of growing up with amazing parents, who love each other and now I’m almost 17 and they split up or separate whatever they want to call it, soon to be possibly divorced and neither of them even blink an eye at me.
Pops placing a basket of fries on my table snapped me out of my train of thought, giving him a smile for his kindness. It wasn’t unusual for Pops to give away fries or onion rings even the occasional burger but it was out of politeness to show some sort of thanks at his generosity. Turning my attention back to the empty seat across from me, I felt like I was cut off from everyone, maybe it was just paranoia or maybe my friends are just caught up in their own problems. Leaving Pops I aimlessly walked around town no specific destination in mind, just the thought of going home to silence doesn’t seem too appealing, I guess having them shouting at each other wasn’t as bad. Walking past Andrews construction all the lights were out making me wonder if Fred was having a boys night with Archie or taking Mrs Lodge out for dinner. It had began to rain at some point along my travels, starting off light and had gradually came pouring down. I was soaked but I felt to emotionally numb to care. The ding of my phone brought me back from my thoughts once again.
From: Archie Come to the station, its about Jughead
Making my way to the station not evening questioning Archie why Jughead was even there to begin with, all I knew is one of our friends was in possible trouble and I needed to be there. I didn’t realise how close I was until I had arrived not much longer than 10 minutes after Archies text. Walking in Archie was the first to see me, embracing me in a hug, holding on those few seconds longer. “You okay?” He whispered in my ear, obviously noticing my prolonged hug. “Later” I mumbled, pulling away to see Betty coming out of the interrogation room with Jughead. "Thanks for coming" Jughead mumbled slowly moving his way towards me, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck in a hug. “Anything for you” I whispered in his ear, his arms squeezing even more securely round my waist.
Leaving the station we were surprised with Jugheads dads appearance, Forsythe Pendleton Jones II . “Jughead" Mr Jones called. “Forgot to plug my phone in last night” He explained. “What the hell happened?” FP, spoke his body language still rigid. “Nothing. It’s fine now. Mr Andrews took care of it” Jughead told his dad, leaving myself very confused. Why would Fred need to fix this for Jug? “What jacked up crap did they accuse you of in there?” FP, asked. “Those bastards trying to throw you in jail like your old man? Well screw that, I’ll rip Keller, a new one!” He shouted, making his way towards the station. Jughead, grabbing his shirt to stop him. “Dad, don’t. Please?” He mumbled, pleading with his dad.
“Maybe you should go home?” Fred, spoke to FP, trying to help his long time friend. “He is my son” FP, called out, pushing at Freds chest. “MY son. You would do the same for your boy” Stepping back realising maybe being here wasn’t good for him. “You coming home with me?“ He turned to his son, seeing the hesitation on Jugheads face I knew he wanted to go with his dad but also wanted to stay with the Andrews. “Yeah dad” Jug muttered, quickly squeezing my hand as he walked away.
“We’ve told Jughead he can stay with us Mr Jones” Archie spoke up. “Is that what you want?” Mr Jones, asked Jughead, staring at his son, hands on his shoulders. “Maybe its for the best” We all heard him tell Jughead. “Son listen to me, I’m going to do what you want” He told Jug, looking him straight in the eye. “Get my act together, I’m going to get your mom and Jellybean home so we can all be under the same roof” He promised. “I just need a little time to do that, a month, two at the most and then we’ll get everything back on track” Why was he pushing Jughead into staying with Mr Andrews? Sharing a hug between the two of them, both parting ways, Jughead made his way home with Archie and his dad, Betty and I going with them.
“Can I have a word with Y/N?” Jughead, spoke to Archie, Betty and Mr Andrews as we stood outside the Andrews house no one knowing what to say. “Just come in whenever you’re ready, Jughead” Mr Andrews told him, lightly squeezing his shoulder before the three of them descended inside.
“What’s wrong Jug?” I asked, almost too scared to hear his answer. Taking my hand in his as he walked us around to the backyard.
“I feel like I owe you this explanation because you stick by me with everything and sharing a little bit of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad” He explained, squeezing my hand for security.
“My dad worked for Mr Andrews but he had to let him go and ever since then my dads life hasn’t been the same” I remember Jughead mentioning that once they planned to shut the drive-in down.
“He started drinking, a lot. I guess after all his drinking my mom had finally had enough and took my sister Jellybean to my grandparents. They’re both doing really well out there but after they left I couldn’t handle knowing my dad was either going to be drunk by the time I went home or was going to end up coming home drunk” My heart aching knowing that Jugheads kept this to himself for so long.
“So I started living at the drive-in until they shut it down and since they done that I’ve been living at the school which Archie found out about this morning and Freds offered to take me in” I could feel the tears at the back of my eyes but I knew if Jughead seen at least one tear he would regret opening up to me.
Stopping in my tracks, I pulled Jugheads arm to stop him from walking any further, making him turn towards me. “How can..” I was speechless. “How can you be there for others but let yourself suffer alone?” I asked, Jugheads always there listening to everyone else’s problems but never complains about his own.
“Complaining doesn’t do anything but I’m thankful that I have you and Archie who hasn’t judged me” A small trace of a smile gracing his plump lips. “I would never judge you” Pulling on his hand, bringing him closer towards me. “I care for you Jughead” I almost whispered, looking up at his beautiful face, his blue-green eyes having a slight sparkle in them.
“I care about you too” Mumbling, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips. Standing on my toes slightly, my free hand that wasn’t holding Jugheads, caressing his cheek, running the pad of my thumb across his top lip, his eyes closing ever so slightly at the contact. “There’s no going back after this” I breathed, our lips brushing against each others. “That’s not always a bad thing” The words almost catching in his throat, gently pressing our lips together, both his hands now on my face, one of mine still caressing his cheek, my other firmly grasping onto his famous light blue denim jacket.
“I could get use to this” Jughead grinned pulling apart, pressing his lips back on mine in a more passionate filled kiss.
okay so I watched the GotG trailer and now imagine this, imagine there’s like a fairy or magical being or whatever in the Enchanted Forest who can read people’s thoughts and feelings
and Emma & Co are on a quest and there is sexual tension galore between Emma and a certain pirate but she refuses to admit it even after they fight together and almost lose each other and so on, so they’re just constantly at loggerheads, and then for whatever reason they need this fairy’s help, but she doesn’t really trust them, so Emma has to let her touch her and read her heart to make sure it’s true
and she’s like “you have a lot of love in you” and Emma’s a little embarrassed but “well I’m the product of True Love and I do love my family so yeah”
but then it’s like “no no I mean romantic love… for him” and she points at Killian
Commissioned from emyartist, who’s awesome because I just did so yesterday! This is referenced from a scene from Love and Other Drugs–I really liked how cozy they looked, each doing their own thing but still finding ways to keep touching each other. Elsa here is fiddling with Tadashi’s hair XD
If my Bion and your Maris ever met (lets say on Ravnica for instance) how do you think they would react to each other?
I’m not sure how to speak for your Bion, but I know Maris would certainly be friendly. Once aware he’s a Planeswalker I know Maris would ask a lot of questions regarding Bion’s adventures, and likely talk his ear off with his own stories. Depending on the circumstances, he might even want to keep in touch for future adventures. Maris is fairly sociable.
Hey my sexy gypsy!! I'm so pissed off at those losers. How dare they mess up with this beautiful face and body? I sure hope Mickey makes them regret ever touching you. Tell me, which sweet little things Mickey is doing to you while you're so defenseless in bed? We heard of tender, soft kisses all over, just to soothe the pain. That sounds ... therapeutic indeed. 😋
He climbs into bed and cuddles with me alot of the time. He did those things before but we usually would end up having sex, but now we can’t so there is a lot more cuddling. I love it when he strokes my face and puts our foreheads together.. like we are in each other’s heads.
Now we have this thing where he looks at all my tattoos and chooses one and I will tell him the story behind it. I have alot of them so he doesn’t know all the stories yet. It’s fun to share with him and he always traces his fingers over the design while I’m telling him.
Then there are the not so sweet things he does to me in bed..
but i’m so sure magnus and alec have to absolutely always be touching each other
like, what other side of the bed??? ¿¿¿ i’m gonna sleep half on top of you with my head on your chest like chairman meow
also, what do you mean you can’t cook when i’m hugging you alexander??? what kind of shadowhunter are you???
and, alec darling lift your head for a sec so i can turn the page
and a whole lot of showering together to “”“” save water “”“”
also a shitload of playing with the other’s hair while their hand is draped over the other’s shoulder while they talk to people (((it makes alec blush like a freaking tomato)))
and when they’re fighting they’re a badass a blur of seraph blade and blue sparks and they’re always back-to-back so they can protect each other but also having their shoulders press together gives them strength
(((the only time they’re ever apart is when magnus puts on his make up and it pisses alec tf off so he often comes to kiss him and messes it up)))
1. Their chemistry is just WAY TOO GOOD. I was immediately sold on it at the end of episode one like “F*CK, THEY ARE AWESOME”.
2. They hug and touch each other. A LOT. I mean, sure, friends do this…but even for best friends, they are insanely close. I don’t think many teenagers in plationic relationships hold hands as much as they do.
3. Marco helps keep Star from going out of control but Star brings joy into his life. In other words, it’s a balanced relationship where both of them gives something back to the other.
4. Neither one can stand it when the other is sad and they go to ridiculous lengths to cheer each other up. I mean ridiculous.
5. ^ And it actually works. They can make each other laugh and smile even during the crappiest of times.
6. They treat each other well and are considerate of each other’s feelings. When they fight, they apologize quickly and get right back to being on fantastic terms.
7. Because Tom is a jerk….and well….evil. lol
8. The other people they crush on are not interesting. The crushes feel shallow and they don’t really go anywhere. Which I think means something.
9. They are opposite enough to balance each other out but similar enough to not fight all the time. They just click.
10. I didn’t need to see fanart or read fanfics to convince me to ship them. I merely watched the first 11 minutes of this show and said “Yes.”
11. Because they are f*cking cuter than a puppy and kitten trying to climb into the same slipper in both looks and interaction.
Hooray it's open 👍👍. First off, good luck I'm sure you have a lot to do! And second, could I request Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev, and Bokuto reacting to their crush falling on them and ending up in a suggestive position •////• Thanks
Thank you~! Ohoho (￣ω￣)
Iwaizumi immediately blurted, “Sorry!” while hastily trying to decide where it was safe to touch, if he was even allowed to touch. He and his crush both ended up helping each other stand with many accidental, awkward touches along the way. Iwaizumi wouldn’t be able to look at them for a while after that.
Oikawa stared at his crush in genuine shock, but it only lasted a second before he quickly put on a goading smile. “So forward~ Are you trying to tell me something?” he asked insufferably as he tried not to notice, well, anything. He was flustered, really flustered, but he also didn’t make an effort in moving.
Kageyama’s mind went blank. “Um,” he heard himself saying. He tried not to focus on their current position. “Could you maybe… Could you please, uh, move?” It wasn’t out of rudeness that he said this. Rather, Kageyama was deathly afraid something wrong was going to happen again if he tried amending the problem.
Tsukishima, usually so calm, found his mind going into shambles. He grimaced and cursed as a hot blush took over his face. “Watch where you’re going,” he griped as his crush hurried to stand. Tsukishima would have rather stayed on the floor to brood in shame, but he accepted the hand his crush offered to help him up.
For once, Kuroo was stunned into silence, his breath hitching by how close his crush was. He knew he should feel embarrassed but instead he felt oddly amazed by this outcome. His crush was the first to stand no thanks to him, and Kuroo remembered to cordially apologize, feeling bad that his crush was so mortified.
Lev didn’t know what to do, what to think. His body went on autopilot, and he ended up bonking foreheads with his crush in his haste to get up. All manners escaped him and, after blurting out an incoherent apology, he fled down the hall. Lev kept replaying the moment in his head afterward, much to his embarrassment.
Bokuto’s eyes widened as he stared at his crush, mouth slightly agape. They were in close proximity, just a hair’s breadth away, but he just couldn’t look away. Maybe he should apologize and pull back? Maybe he should lean in? Before he could realize what he was thinking, his crush had already scrambled onto their feet.
I noticed something with Kaisoo…. I know people are like “duuuh it’s just fan service (which is even ridiculous, cuz most of it happens in secret or off spot light) bla bla”… but, after watching a lot of stuff and being in a relationship myself, I noticed a certain thing:
the urge for skin ship.
it’s known that korean guys/men touch each other more than western people would, but the way they touch and how often is something that really only couples do. Like making sure everyone knows they are together or just needing the feeling of the others’ touch or having the urge to touch your significant other, to have some kind of connection. And I looked at the places on their bodies they touch each other and how and compared it to how I touch my boyfriend or how he touches me and it is quite similar. It’s a way of reassurance… like: “you’re mine”.
Of course we delusional shippers could also just see stuff and make everything up… but really, if you ask non kpoppers or just gay couples or hetero couples… they would all say Jongin and Kyungsoo are together. It’s the way they do it, not even that they do it or the amount. It’s how they show affection for each other and that is definitely more than just friendship.
One night stand gone wrong-Jack Gilinsky imagine pt. 4
“And remember this, Jack. I’m more than willing
to step up and be the man that you can’t be”
“What the hell is that
supposed to mean, Sam?! You honestly think you’re responsible enough to help
support Y/N and a child? That’s got to be the greatest joke I’ve ever heard.
You can’t do shit, Sammy, and you know it” Jack said, venom laced in his voice.
“I can sure as hell do
a lot more than you can, Jack” Sammy responded, taking one step closer to Jack,
their chests almost touching at this point.
Sammy and Jack were
glaring at each other, and it seemed that any second one of them would lose
their cool and all hell would break loose right in my driveway. I stormed up to
them and stepped in between them, pushing each of them back with my hands.
“Enough boys! Both of
you, in the house. Now!” I yelled at them before walking into my house. I heard
their footsteps not too far behind me, so I knew they had listened. I walked
into my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for myself, and then two more for
the boys. I walked into my living room where Sammy was sitting on one end of
the couch, and jack standing up, neither one of them looking at each other. I
sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Sammy and looked at him before looking
at Jack. They both looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to say something.
“Alright Jack, you
wanted to talk, so talk” I said, giving him my attention at this point. I’ve
been waiting to hear what he would have to say for a while, and now that it was
going to happen, I didn’t know if I was quite ready to hear it. Jack sighed and
sat down on the ottoman right in front of me. I could tell he was trying to
figure out exactly what he wanted to say, but I was getting impatient.
“C’mon Jack, don’t you
think you’ve kept me waiting long enough?” I said quietly, hoping to get the
ball rolling with this talk. He looked up at me and gave me a weak, apologetic
“I know, Y/N, and I’m
so sorry for that. It’s just that…. I had no idea what to think. When you told
me you were pregnant, I honestly thought I was dreaming, or that you were
playing some cruel joke on me. But then you told me that it was mine, and I knew
you were serious. I know I shouldn’t have kicked you out, but I needed time to
think about it, and I wasn’t going to be able to do that if you were still
there.” He moved to the edge of the ottoman and grabbed my hands in his.
“But I’ve had my time
now. I want to help you out, as much as I can. I want to be by your side at
doctor’s appointments, and to pick out the furniture for the nursery. I want to
be sit by your side while we flip through a baby book and try and decide what
we want to name our future baby boy or girl. I want to argue over whether we
find out the gender beforehand or keep it a secret, but laugh it off 5 minutes
because we both know it doesn’t even really matter. I want to be the best
father I can be for this child, our child. And I want to be right by your side
through it all” Jack’s voice cracked with emotion as he finished talking, and I
couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with what he just told me.
“Really, Jack?” I asked
him quietly. He nodded his head yes and gave me a smile.
“Y/N, you’re not really
going to let him just walk right back into the picture like that, are you?”
Sammy had decided to speak up, and I could tell there was anger in his voice.
“Sammy, what do you
mean? He is the father of the child, and if he wants to be in the baby’s life,
then he has every right to be” I replied, slightly annoyed at Sammy’s comment.
“He couldn’t even own
up to the responsibility in the first place! What if 4 months down the road, he
suddenly decides he wants out? What if he doesn’t clean up his act in time for
the baby’s arrival? Why don’t you ask Jack what he’s been doing this past week
while he’s apparently been ‘thinking?’ He can promise you all of those things
Y/N, but do you think he’ll actually go through with it all?” Sammy was clearly
angry now, as he glared at Jack and I, who still happened to be holding hands.
I looked at Jack hesitantly.
“What have you been doing this past week?” I asked him. He was refusing to make
eye contact with me now, and I knew that I just caught him in some sort of
“He was out smoking and
getting drunk, hooking up with a different girl each night. You were the last
thing on his mind, Y/N. It took him 6 days of doing that before he finally even
told me what happened, and honestly, he was so intoxicated, I doubt he even
remembers telling me.” Sammy explained for Jack. Jack stood up in anger and
stormed over to where Sammy was sitting.
“You were right there
with me, Sammy! Don’t try and act all innocent!” Jack yelled at him, causing Sammy
to stand up, pushing Jack away.
“But I am innocent,
man! You’re the one who knocked Y/N up, you’re the one who was trying to forget
about your problems, you’re the one who claimed that the baby probably isn’t
even yours, and you’re the one who said you weren’t going to do anything about
it! If I was in your shoes Jack, I would have been there for Y/N the second she
told me she was pregnant, no questions asked. And that is what makes me more of
a man than you will ever be” Sammy retaliated, his face red with anger.
Tears were rushing down
my face as I took in the words that I heard Sammy yell at Jack. ‘You weren’t going to do anything about it’.
So Jack wanted nothing to do with me after I told him? I wanted to ask him why,
and why would he suddenly change his mind, but I couldn’t quite get the right
words to form.
“Get out” I said to
both of them, who were still in each other’s faces arguing. They stopped what
they were doing and turned and looked at me.
“What?” Jack asked.
“I said, get out. What,
are you not used to being the one getting kicked out of the house, Jack?” I spat
at him, anger suddenly rising in me. Jack gawked at me, surprised at what I had
said to him. Sammy stood next to him, a smirk on his face.
“I want you out too,
Sammy” I said to him, making sure he realized Jack wasn’t the only one getting
kicked out here. He looked just as surprised as Jack, and started to walk to
“Don’t, Sammy. I need
time to think and process what I’ve heard today, and I need time away from both
of you. So I think it’d be best if you leave right now” I said. I didn’t make
eye contact with either one of them as they walked out, and it wasn’t until I heard
the door slam shut that I knew I may have just gotten rid of the two biggest
people in my life, and that was when I sank on to the couch and cried,
wondering what I had done, and what I was going to do.
; Here is part 4 for you all. I hope you enjoy, and please give me feedback, lovelies!
Also, requests are always open, and i will get to them as soon as i can! ;