A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!
Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.
Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.
Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.
It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.
Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.
Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?
Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.
“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.
Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.
“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.
“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.
“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.
“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!
“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!
“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!
“You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.
“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”
“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!
“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.
“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”
Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.
“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.
“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”
Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.
“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!
When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.
“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.
“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”
“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”
“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!
If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!
Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!
“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.
“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.
“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.
As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”
Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.
“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”
“I am, actually.”
This was no fun when Potter was being honest.
“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”
Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.
“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”
Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.
Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!
“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.
“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.
There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.
“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?
“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.
“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.
“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.
“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe. “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”
Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?
people talk about the danger of violence or overt sexuality in children’s entertainment, but i swear that nothing, nothing fucked me up as badly as the totally family-friendly, g-rated trope of “woman who is not traditionally attractive flirts with our male lead; aren’t her romantic and/or sexual desires inherently disgusting, and thus hilarious?”
and like, at least when i was growing up, it was everywhere: disney movies, saturday morning cartoons–i think it was maybe even more common in stuff aimed at kids, because when you’re not allowed to go blue, there are fewer ways to get a lazy, cheap laugh.
i was freckle-faced and chubby as a kid (both, of course, common cartoon shorthand for “this girl is hideous”), and i literally cannot remember being too young to feel bad about how i looked. i’m sure my baby fat didn’t bother me when i was an actual baby, but my body issues are at least as old as my conscious memory. thank god i had access to feminism and cultural criticism from a comically young age; it rarely protected me from pain but at least i’d heard that it was wrong to send a message that beautiful princesses are protagonists and ugly girls are punchlines.
(as if we have to earn the right to even just want romantic love, to even just feel something for somebody else, as if we have to cash in tiny noses and perfect lips and tiny bodies like fucking arcade tokens before our heartsong is anything but a mean joke)
and granted, there were other issues at play; i’m not pinning all my baggage on, say, that part in aladdin where the fat lady with a gap in her teeth catches him while he’s running for his life and sings that she thinks he’s “rather tasty” and aladdin’s face is all “UGH, OH NOOO,” but i swear i didn’t start to internalize “no decent human being would be grossed out by your romantic interest, or even just find it so ludicrous as to be funny” until about six years ago
and i am five fucking days away from turning thirty
“Y/n can you come here please?” Natasha called from somewhere on this floor.
Where on this floor was a completely different matter.
“Where is ‘here’, Nat?” I called back, standing from my bedroom floor.
“My room,” she shouted. “I need your help with something,”
I stepped out of my room into the dark hallway, and stealthily made my way to Natasha’s room. just casually using my shadow abilities to blend in with the darkness and travel through the shadows to get to Natasha’s room faster.
“What do you need?” I leant on her door frame after stepping out of the shadows and watched as she awkwardly tried to assemble a step under her light. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to change the light bulb but someone’s taken the ladder and I’m small,” she huffed as she stacked another book onto the pile of crap in the middle of her room.
I felt someone walked behind me and saw Bucky and Steve headed down the hallway. I caught Steve by the arm, making him stop.
“Y’know Nat,” I said, dragging Steve into the room. “I can’t help you change your light, but the Star Spangled Man With A Plan Sure Can,”
I smiled like a goofus as they both stared at me and Bucky snorted before continuing down the hall giggling to himself.
“You’re so proud of your shitty jokes aren’t you?” Natasha laughed finally.
“Actually I’m just proud of getting that whole sentence out without fucking it up,” I grinned before skipping out of the room. and back into the darkness.
“You guys swear so much,” I heard Steve mutter.
The following night we’d all settled in the huge living room to hang out and watch a movie.
I couldn’t remember the name of the movie but it had dragons which was cool.
“Hey Tony,” I called across the room.
“Yeah?” he said through a mouthful of popcorn.
“Can you get a tanning bed for the tower?” I asked.
Natasha laughed and Sam choked on his drink at the randomness of my question.
“Y/n we go outside daily what the hell for?” Tony chuckled at me.
“I wanna force Steve into it so I can called him The Star Spangle Man With A Tan,” I said plainly, succeeding in holding in my laughter.
Clint clearly wasn’t trying as hard as me as he burst into a fit of giggles on the couch.
Bucky laughed and muttered something that sounded like “eat it Steve” But I couldn’t be sure.
Steve just shook his head turned the volume on the movie up.
The next day we went on a mission was the best I’d ever been on because Steve just kept finding himself in positions where I could take the piss.
The first was in the gym that morning we were working on an agility warm up game and Steve was explaining what he wanted us to do.
“First you’re going to run the beam while dodging swinging punching bags,” He pointed to one end of the room where that course was set up. “Then you have to make it over the sponge pit via the money bars and avoid being hit with a dodge ball, and then you will climb over the A frame, rescue the ‘civilian’ and carry them back down to safety all the while being attacked by ‘Villains’”
“What’s the catch?” I crossed my arms as I looked at the very easy course.
“You have to make it from here,” he gesture to the start of the track, and still keeping his first arm up he pointed to the end with the other. “To there in 30 seconds or less,”
I noticed he still had his arms both out pointing at each end of the course.
I nudged Natasha in the arm and chuckled.
“Star Spangled Man With A Wide Arm Span” I stifled my laugh through one hand while pointing at Steve with the other.
“Y/n your time limit is now 20 seconds,” Steve huffed before hitting the buzzer and Clint began running the course.
The Second time was when we were first out on our mission and some bad guys were fuckin shit up down-town with alien weapons.
A woman was cornered between some cars that had collided and a man with a very strange looking gun that blasted purple plasma rays.
I sank down into the shadow cast by the building I stood behind and traveled to the shadow under the cars behind the the man with the plasma gun.
Sliding out from under the car I kicked my leg out and brought him to the ground, elbowed him in the nose and took his gun.
While he lay squirming in pain on the ground I took the womans hand and began running as fast as I could drag her away from the man. Tossing the gun up to one of Tony’s uninhabited suits.
“Cap where are you?” I shouted into the coms.
“Be by your side in a second,” his voice rang in my ear. “Don’t move,”
I stopped running and withing second Steve landed on the hood of one of the bad guys cars right next to me and the woman, holding a couple more of the alien guns.
“Give me the guns,” I said. “I’ll take them to the suits,”
He tossed the guns to me and I squealed.
“DON’T THROW A PLASMA RAY AT SOMEONE YOU DOLT!” I shouted.
I secured my grip on the guns and turned to the woman.
“Hi are you okay?” I asked her. “I’m Shadow what’s your name?”
“I’m fine,” she said breathless, clearly ecstatic that she’d been saved by the avengers. “My name is Anne,”
“Ugh YES” I was suddenly so very happy.
The woman looked very confused.
“Star Spangled Man, Look After Anne,” I shouted as I shoved the woman into Caps arms and dove into another shadow before he could retaliate.
The last was when he was chasing a bad guy and was thrown back through the window of a bakery.
I fly kicked the bad guy into the wall and he slumped to the ground out cold.
“Cap you okay?” I called as I climbed through the shattered window frame to see a few customers helping him stand.
The owner of the bakery came around the counter with a pastry dish in her hands and gave it to me.
I mean we just smashed through the wall of her shop surely it’s not a thank you?
Cap and I exited the bakery and were met by Hawkeye and Black Widow looking at us.
“Whatcha got there?” Clint eyed the pastry dish in my hands.
It was now that I realised what it was. Immediately I handed it to Steve.
“The Star Spangled Man With A Fruit Flan,” I put my hands on my hips and grinned proudly so wide my eyes were squinted shut.
My happy streak didn’t last very long because something impacted with the top of my head and I was suddenly very cold.
I opened my eyes and wiped custard out of my eyes.
“Did you just dump a perfectly good fruit flan on my head?” I turned and growled at Steve.
“Dude we could’ve eaten that,” Clint whined.
Steve just smiled with pride that could have mirrored my own.
For the next week or so there was no joke I could have used at the right time so I just had to wait for the right opportunity.
One finally came along.
Cap and Black Widow were sent on a small mission and I was bored so I followed them in the shadows.
During a scuffle between Cap and one of the targets, Cap was thrown from a 2 story roof and smashed into the roof of a parked (and thankfully empty) minivan.
I immediately pulled out my phone and snapped an unflattering photo of the scene and sank back into the shadows and portalled home.
I sat waiting for their return in the living room ready to project my photo onto the largest screen in the room. As soon as the walked in I called all the other to join me.
“Guys, guys,” I was shaking with excitement.
“oh god what did you do?” Bucky sighed with a laugh as I hopped back and forth from one foot to the other.
“I snapped a really awesome photo,” I half squealed.
I clicked the button that projected what was on my phone to the tv screen and held my hands out in a presenting manner.
“Ta-daaa!” I smiled and looked around the room at the confused faces of my team.
“What exactly am I looking at?” Tony asked.
“It’s The Star Spangled Man In A Minivan,” I yelled happily.
“How did you even get that picture?” Steve looked astonished. “Did you follow us?”
“No that would be creepy,” I giggled before sinking into the shadow in the floor and traveling into the hallway.
“I don’t think anything will ever be as creepy as seeing a smiling chick sink into the floor,” I heard Clint shiver.
I woke up a few days later to F.R.I.D.A.Y telling my that I’d overslept and breakfast was being made in the kitchen where the others had already gathered.
I shot out of bed and ran out of my room, very annoyed at the well lit rooms and hallways that I could’t shadow travel through.
“Please be Steve, please be Steve,” I chanted to myself as I sprinted down the hallway and jogged on the spot in the elevator to the recreation floor.
I got a number of odd looks from the team who were all assembled around the breakfast table when I burst into the kitchen very short of breath.
Much to my joy, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of Steve frying bacon and eggs on the electric stove.
I failed to control my laboured breathing and huffed my way to the island bench, awkwardly posing on the edge of the counter with a smug grin.
“Y/n please don-” Steve looked so done but I cut him off.
“Star Spangled Man With A Pan,” I wheezed with a proud smile.
“Damnit!” Clint beat his fist down on the table, startling most of the team. “I’ve been trying to thinkof one for ages I can’t be;live I missed that,”
“Get your own joke Katniss,” I giggled, siting on the bar stool and winking at Steve.
“You’re not getting any bacon,” he grumbled and plated some for everyone but me.
Summary: You finally find out how your big cousin earns her money - she’s the flag girl for the illegal street races in your neighborhood, and now she’s dragging you along. And that’s where you meet the Hawaii-shirt wearing, orange-headed Oh Sehun, ace street racer and smartass. Scenario: street racer!au Word Count: 6,337
i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it
at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do
cute so it ended up just being weird.
was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it
would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him
around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably
chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.
man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”
dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s
hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.
the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.”
He gestured towards Nora.
an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away
from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that
you don’t know if it’s white or black.”
other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare
you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.”
Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”
show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing,
then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to
list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.
and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have
it, so did their owners.
Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m
supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”
smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to
join me in the shower.”
Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”
laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully
loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up
and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.
gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip
as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans
when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together,
bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from
him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling,
seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.
been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each
other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting.
Sometimes, in between fixing a
car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of
them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful
clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles.
Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and
Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.
haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but
Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as
much as he wants to.
Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.
It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.
Description:Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?
It took her more than an hour to find the low narrow window that slanted down to the dungeon where the monsters waited… This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. Arya held the candle over her head. With each step she took; the shadows moved against the walls, as if they were turning to watch her pass. “Dragons,” she whispered.
A/N- my first writing got 7 notes! (thats not a lot but still) thank you! Also, I will be doing a second part to this! (probs won’t be as exciting but whatever) So stay tuned for that!
“So Jug, you up for studying tomorrow?” Betty asks Jughead.
You and your friends were all sitting at a booth at Pop’s, as usual.
“Uh, sure!” Jughead replies and smiles.
You quickly look both of them over. Jughead was your boyfriend and he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Betty lately. It was really getting on your nerves.
“Whatcha gonna study?” You ask, scooting a bit closer to Jughead.
Betty glances at Jug and replies, “For the science test, you know how hard Mrs.Hank’s tests are.”
You nod and take a sip of your milk shake.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a little jealous.
Then you got an idea. Why not make Jughead jealous too?
You turned to look at Archie, sitting on the other side of table.
“Arch, do you to study with me? My place?” You ask the ginger haired boy.
He quickly glances over at Jughead who looks a bit suspicious.
“Uh, ok.” He replies.
You could see Jughead staring at you with hawk eyes, he was jealous already!
“Alright Archie, should we go?” You ask him leaning into the table.
“Sure.” He smiles and you both get up.
“Bye guys!” You both say in unison, before you lean down to kiss jughead.
Not just a peck, but a real kiss. You wanted him to see what he was missing out on.
You deepened your kiss and held his chin with your hand before breaking off. You wanted to be a tease.
You hear ooo sounds from Veronica and Kevin as you get back up from leaning over, still locking eyes with Jughead.
Jughead still looked flustered as you and Archie exited Pop’s.
“What was that for?” Archie asks, referring to the kiss.
You turn to him and say, “Juggie has been spending a lot of time with Betty lately. And I don’t want to admit it but I’m kinda jealous.”
“Ya, but they’re just friends.” Archie points out.
“I know but- I just want to make him jealous too. That’s why I asked you to study with me at my house.” You tell him as you near your home.
Archie nods and you both enter the house.
The next day, you Kevin and Veronica walked to school together.
I didn’t take long for Kevin to bring up that kiss.
“Ok, but can we just talk about that kiss?” He exclaims.
You giggle as he goes on.
“I mean that was hot. Like wow.” He says.
“Thanks,” You laugh.
“But like why? You hardly ever kiss Jug like that in public, is there something happening that I don know about?” Veronica asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her hair on the camera.
“I don’t know. Jughead has been hanging out with Betty a lot lately. And I know that they are only friends… But I’m kinda jealous. I guess I just wanted him to see what he was missing out on.” You explain as you all enter the school.
“Oh! Well I can help you make him jealous if you want.” Veronica offers, winking.
You laugh and open your locker.
Then you see Betty and Jughead walking side by side down the halls, laughing.
A fire burns in you. You didn’t know why, but you were mad.
Then Archie comes up beside you and Kevin to open his locker.
“Hey Arch!” You say loud enough so Juggie and Betty hear as they came closer.
“Hey Y/N!” He replies and smiles and grabs some books out of his locker.
Then Betty and Jughead come up to you guys.
“Hey.” Jug says to you all and takes you into his arms in a light kiss.
You kiss him back a little harder and then let go, smirking at him.
You turn around and get books out of your locker as the rest of the gang talks.
“So how was studying?” Jughead asked you.
There it was, he was jealous.
“Fine, and you?” You asked smiling.
“Fine too.” He looked at you a little angrily and then said, “Well, I better get to class.” and walked away.
After school, while in your room, you heard a knock on your window, it was Jughead.
You quickly opened it and let him inside.
“Hello beautiful.” He said and leaned in for a kiss.
You rolled your eyes at his cliche saying but kissed him back.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waste as his lips moved gracefully against yours.
After a few moments you broke apart and stared lovingly into his eyes and he did the same.
His phone dinged and he pulled it out.
“Ugh. I got to go.” He sighed and made his way towards the window.
“What? why?” You asked in an annoyed tone.
“I promised Betty I would help her with an assignment, sorry.” He said.
You lets out a loud groan. Jughead turned around to face you.
“What was that for?” He inquired.
“Nothing… It’s just seems like you’ve been wanting to be with Betty a lot lately.” You answered turning your head up a bit.
“Ya, so? She’s my friend.” He said.
“Friend, huh? It seems like you want to be more than that with her.” You said. You know you were going overboard, but you needed to show Jughead you meant business.
“What? Y/N that just stupid! You know that’s not true!” He raised his voice a bit.
“Oh really? Then why are you spending more time with her than with me?” You said, crossing your arms.
“I’m not! We just study together sometimes and-” He began but you cut him off.
“Sometimes? Sometimes?! You have been with her almost everyday after school for the past two weeks!” You raised your voice and stepped at bit closer to him.
“I have not! Your just jealous!” He yelled.
Anger burned in your eyes, you could feel your face getting red and your palms sweating.
“You know what? Fine. Whatever! Just go!” You yelled pointing to the window. “I’ll just invite over Archie!”
Jughead began to leave until he hear the last sentence. He whirled around.
“Archie? Why Archie?!” He said, his eyes burned.
“See!! Your jealous too!!” Your voice getting louder by the second.
“I am not!” Jughead yelled, heading towards the window again.
“Yes you are! Now leave! Be with Betty! Cheat on me, see if I care!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes.
That was it. He turned around so fast he was like a blob of black clothes.
“I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU, YOU IDIOT!!” He screamed.
Jughead had never been so mad before. He had never yelled at you. He had never called you anything other than sweet things. But he was the most angry you had ever seen him.
Your face got hot, tears began to stream down your face.
“WHY WOULDN’T YOU? YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOOSE! BETTY IS PERFECT AND SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL! JUST GO WITH HER!” You screamed as hot tears poured out of your eyes.
“YES I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOSE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” He screamed coming closer to you.
Did you hear him right?
“I love you Y/N.” He said a bit quieter, but still loudly.
He then took your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours.
But before he kissed you, you let out a small whisper,
I know all I can do right now is talk about the Renora scene on the airship but can we please talk about the renora scene on the airship? But most importantly..REN’S EXPRESSIONS.
When he first looks at her, he looks a little unsure but then his face gradually turns into a soft expression.
It’s like Ren made the realization that he loves Nora (although, he probably realized that earlier when Nora pushed him under the building…or earlier than that but it’s now more apparent that the Grimm that killed his parents is dead and that’s A LOT off his shoulders and mind).
AND THEN HE STARTS MOVING HIS HAND TO HOLD HER HAND AND UGH THIS SCREENCAP DOESN’T DO ENOUGH TO CAPTURE HIS GROWING SMILE. ONE MILLION BLESSINGS TO THE ANIMATION TEAM FOR SAYING SO MUCH WITH JUST THE TINIEST LITTLE MOVEMENTS OF HIS FACE.
NORA’S INITIAL REACTION IS SO PURE AND CUTE AND EVERYTHING I EVER NEEDED. (And Ren’s face is just…wow…have you ever seen him more serene with the world because I haven’t)
And then Ren puts his hand on-top of Nora’s and Nora holds up his hand and I can just see her examining it like “he really put his hand on my hand”. The way they readjust their hands just kills me in the best way.
NORA’S EXPR/ESSION HERE IS EVEN PURER THAN THAT LAST ONE AND IT JUST SCREAMS “REALLY?”. Like, she’s looking at him to make sure what’s happening is really happening…that he might have the same feelings for her that she’s felt for him for so many years.
AND HE JUST CONFIRMS EVERYTHING SHE’S THINKING (AND HE /KNOWS/ SHE’S THINKING) BY GIVING A LITTLE NOD/CLOSING HIS EYES.
THAT LOOK RIGHT THERE I WILL TALK ABOUT THIS LOOK ALL DAMN DAY, WEEK, YEAR, AND CENTURY. THAT IS LOOK IS LOVE.
I thought this entire scene did an amazing job of developing their relationship and taking it beyond being close friends/crushes with just the smallest details in the animation. A kiss would have amazing and gladly accepted, but I thought their expressions and body language did soooo much more than what a kiss could have done here (besides, there’s plenty more time for kisses in the next volume ;)).