Mince garlic, onion and ginger. Dice the carrot and cut the bell pepper into thin slices then pan fry with olive oil for 5 minutes. Then add garlic, onion and ginger and cook until the onions become translucent. Stir in curry paste and tomato paste and cook for one minute stirring the ingredients around in the pan. Add 2 cup of water and lentils then bring to a boil. In the mean time cook the rice in 1 ½ cups of water.
Let the lentils soften for 10 minutes then add the remaining ingredients, stirring well to combine them. Cook with the lid for 15-20 on medium low heat.
Once the rice has cooked completely remove from the stove and serve some of it into a bowl. Add your lentil curry and serve with some delicious naan bread. Enjoy!
In Dutch, when you boil an egg and then place it into cold water to make it easier to peel an egg, it’s called “to scare” the eggs.
One day when I was about 6 or 7, my mom asked me to “scare” the eggs. So, little joker I was, lifted the lid of the pan and yelled “BOOO!”
My mom cracked up and has been telling this story ever since, for over 20 years. She’s come to love the story and still truly thinks that I wanted to really “scare” the eggs. Truth is I knew what “scaring an egg” meant and only wanted to make her laugh because she was in a sad place and time back then.
It’s made her laugh for over 20 fucking years, that means it’s the best joke I’ve ever pulled off and I’d die before I’d let her find out I was just kidding.
BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:
requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)
A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖
Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go
too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so
handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a
husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment
for being so drop-dead gorgeous.
As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know
what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the
wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge
with your foot.
His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been
together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing
we do now?”
You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at
him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”
Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning.
Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With
one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his
glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that
there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and
help me get the wine glasses.”
That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen
for an emergency make-out session:
“Was there a
reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”
“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”
worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.
Yoongi: Well, this is new.
Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on
his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas
of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape
you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.
But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.
Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of
your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.
You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn
pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.
“What?” he demands.
You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing…
I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”
“Then what do you call this?”
He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your
shirt. “I call this an emergency.”
He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”
Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and
nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold
already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything
really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still,
his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal
box on the highest shelf.
As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he
pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting
your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.
“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.
You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his
direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”
His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”
You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the
aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to
dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.
Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.
“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s
brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed?
Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.
You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching
fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”
That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders
sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one
step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above
you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just
because you wanted it.
And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?”
“I think it was.”
“Well. I love you too.”
Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his
Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday
morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.
Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him
pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance
of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s
time to wreak some havoc.
The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.
“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.
“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr,
settling yourself in his lap.
The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms
underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is
serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.
Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he
kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just,
please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”
Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly
when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly
when you need him.
Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung,
smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need –
need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.
Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and
rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You
“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”
“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss
on his unsuspecting lips.
With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for
you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch
you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate
sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”
“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray
speck of chocolate from your chin.
you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can
control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas
and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your
Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you
learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing
secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to
touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How
were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the
planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to
hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’
he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so
much as glanced in your general direction.
Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem,
crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you
could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes
of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.
Seated in the back row, you can share a
bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook
can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie
heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of
Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck,
knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is
better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that
Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.
-iced or hot (if applicable)
It is not a
It is a frappuccino
Biristas do not know the secret menu. We can follow a recipe if you have it but don’t order a drink and get upset if we don’t know what you’re talking about
We do not carry everything all the time. Some things are seasonal and some will never return
If i hear one more time that lattes have more foam then a cappuccino i will lose it
Stop trying to cheat the system. You aren’t crafty by ordering ice in a seperate cup. You’re an asshole. I will make the drink to the correct lines and just not put ice in. Enjoy the space between your drink and lid.
Trenta TRENTA not trenti, not tentra, Trenta
I don’t have a size called regular
If someone gave you a drink order just show it to me, I promise even if you don’t know what it means I probably do.
No im not putting food in your frappuccino
I know it’s expensive
Not all locations have decaf brewed. Some need to do pour overs.
Don’t tell me how to make menu drinks. I know what I’m doing.
Please stop gripping the glass. I hate cleaning hand prints off the glass all the time.
No you can’t have that free.
Asking for a drink in a bigger cup will not give you more drink.
Almost everything we make has set measurements that’s why it tastes the same where ever you go. That also means that you get the same amount of liquid no matter how little ice.
Anon request: Heey I love your blog?? and I was wondering if I could request a reaction when you sneak into the dorms at night to surprise them and you catch them watching porn and moaning your name then they realize you’re at the door watching
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Eddie continued to tend Richie’s wounds throughout the night, with the windows steaming up from the heat inside the room in contrast to the freezing air outside. After Richie’s warming words, Eddie barely formed words for an hour or so and solely focused upon fixing Richie up despite Richie’s protests to his cuts stinging and how he was being covered in superman bandages, but Eddie just rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the boy and his ways.
Richie had his head against the wall as he sat on the perfectly white carpet beneath him, he stared directly at his fingertips with a warm feeling in his stomach.
“So, you’re staying here, right?” Eddie asked, his legs folded upon his neat bed after cleaning away the first aid kit.
Richie drifted his gaze to Eddie, “I don’t have too, I just had no where to go.”
“You can stay!” Eddie quickly spoke, his words overflowing, “It’s just that I was wondering and, well, my Mom would flip shit if she saw you- so.. so I’ll have to hide you. We also only have my Dad’s old clothes, my clothes won’t fit.”
Richie managed to form a lop sided grin, listening to each melodic sound that came from Eddie Kaspbrak. Everything about the boy was phenomenal, overall outstanding. From his neat hair, to his messy mindset. From his soft brown eyes, to the crevice of his lips. Richie was in awe of what standards this boy had to even look in Richie Tozier’s way, never mind welcome him with open arms into his living space.
RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there
So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.
Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*
Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
“Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
“Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
“Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
“Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his
YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER
This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
“MC are you sure?”
“We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
Turns his head to yours
So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.
She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
You guys arent quiet enough for that
You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
“MC…” She chuckles
You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”
He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
“Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
“No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
He just sat at your desk and looked around
“Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
It could appear at any moment.
I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
“MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
“Just touching you”
MC Phrasing please
Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
His eyebrow twitches
MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
“Hyun? You ok?”
“ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
“So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
“But your roommates are-”
You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED
You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
He glanced at the clock.
“Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
“I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
“It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
“You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
“Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
“Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
“Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
“We didn’t-” You tried.
“MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.
You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
After dinner you escorted him to your room.
Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
“So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered.
“Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
“I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
“I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
“And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
“Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
“Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
You couldn’t take it
Fuck the roommates
Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Kitten I thought-”
You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
You two got wild
….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details
Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
“Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
“I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
“Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
You’re never living this down. Ever.
He came over to meet your family
He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
The giggles continued.
Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
More memes and time passed
Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
You just feel so much…love for him.
So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
“I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
“Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”
Have we talked about this scene yet? Because I want to talk about this scene and why it’s important that this is the memory Steve is thinking about right before he has to face the Winter Soldier again.
We all know how out of place and unhappy Steve feels in modern society. The moviedoesn’t make any bones about it. Even though good ol’ Cap exudes positivity, we see how he uses his time. When he’s not at work for SHIELD, he’s grasping at straws, trying to catch up, trying to make sense of how he fits in a world that’s moved on without him. When Steve starts to feel out of place even when he’s playing soldier for SHIELD, Sam tells him that he could do something different, anything at all; but Steve looks blank. Sam asks him what makes him happy, and Steve doesn’t know.
The only thing that keeps him going is knowing that his sacrifice helped save the world. As he says to Peggy, he always wanted to do “what was right,” and at least he can take some comfort from the fact that he helped save countless lives from Hydra by losing everything that meant a damn to him.
That is, until he and Natasha find Zola in the underground bunker and they find out that Hydra is still alive and well – thriving, even – within the ranks of SHIELD.
This is the moment Steve learns he gave up his life for nothing.
So. The flashback scene.
I’ve heard some people say that they think the scene is extraneous. That it’s enough to know that Bucky and Steve were friends way back when, only Bucky doesn’t remember (and if you want more skinny!Steve and scenes of Bucky and Steve being chummy, go back and watch The First Avenger). On the surface, it may seem like this scene is rehashing old territory, but it’s actually telling us quite a bit more than that.
Bucky is walking Steve home after his mother’s funeral, and Steve is obviously vulnerable and shaken. His parents were the foundational figures of his life, and they’re both gone now. Before Bucky can even get the question out, Steve rejects the idea of moving in with Bucky. He insists he can get by on his own. Then he fumbles clumsily in his jacket looking for his key, but he can’t find it. Bucky casually picks up the spare and hands it to him.
It’s such a simple gesture, but the camera focuses in on that key like it’s the freaking Tesseract. Why? Why is this moment with Bucky so prominent in Steve’s thoughts? Why not something out of their days together with the Howling Commandos? Or why not something from when they were kids running around on the playground?
This moment is an echo of exactly what Steve’s feeling in the future: lost and alone. Everything that means home is shut behind the locked door of time (or a coffin lid).
But against all possibility, Bucky is alive. And, to Steve, Bucky doesn’t just have the key back home, he is the key back home.
“I can get by on my own.”
“But the thing is, you don’t have to.”
Suddenly that promise is everything. If Bucky is still alive, then Steve isn’t alone. He didn’t make a mistake putting the plane in the water. There’s a meaning for him to be in this time and place, and Bucky is that meaning. That’s why Steve has to believe Bucky will remember, why he desperately doesn’t want to fight him. Steve wants them both to be able to go home again.
Also, believe it or not, this is my first one-shot written.
The day we met
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I’d found a home for my heart
From the first moment you met Loki, you knew. You knew he would be the only one to hold your heart. While Thor would tug you braids and beg for your attention, Loki did not. Instead, he was quiet and waited for you to come to him. It wasn’t hard for you to be lured by Loki. Not when he was showing you his green flares of magic that he was just learning how to control.
You were in every word enchanted by him. You were just a child at the time, but you realized the severity of the deep connection you felt you shared with him.
As a child, you described your relationship as a friendship.
Growing up, you realized it meant more than that.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?
The streets of Asgard were decorated in green and gold. Songs were being sung and stories were being told about the mischief that the Trickster God was known for. You couldn’t help but smile as young children ran past you wearing replicas of the dark prince’s renown gold helmet.
Though he refused to admit it to you, Loki loved his birthday celebration. It was the day everyone in the city overlooked his dangerous behavior and instead, celebrated it. Pranks, tricks, and mischief were celebrated on his name day and chaos erupted everywhere because of it.
You knew all of the tell signs of the pranks that covered the street. You made sure to avoid each and every one of them on your journey to the castle gates. You greeted the guards stationed with a simple nod before making your way through the open courtyard.
The servants were busy with the preparations for Loki’s birthday banquet and you watched them hurry past you with concern laced on their faces. They knew the severity of this banquet. Not only was it meant to appease the younger and more menacing prince, but it was his 1,000th birthday, a milestone for every god. Because of this, it had to be perfect.
You made your way through the corridors of the castle allowing the angry shouts to lead you to your destined location. You had to restrain the smile on your lips as his designated servants were running out of the room because the prince was throwing a tantrum.
“Your majesty,” you call out as you walk into his room.
At the sight of you, Loki’s anger seems to dissipate enough for his servants to place the last of his armor on.
“Everyone out,” he orders with a wave of his hand.
You couldn’t help but shake your head as you watched the last of his men slip out of his room and closing the door behind them. His armor was on but it hung loosely as he had yet to tighten the buckles to keep it in place.
“You should have waited to scare them away after they finished getting you dressed,” you chastised him as you set the wrapped gift onto the nearby desk.
Loki scoffed at you but said nothing else as he attempted to fasten the buckles himself. You wait to hear him curse under his breath before moving towards him and finally aiding him. He lets out a huff of air as you slapped his hands away from the buckles and tightened them yourself.
“1,000 years have gone by and you have yet to learn how to dress yourself,” you jest as you moved his chest plate into place.
“Why should I waste my time learning this if I have you here to do it for me?”
You roll your eyes at this and a smile finally graces his face.
“A thousand years,” you whisper as your fingers trace the gold lining of his uniform. “Time has certainly passed by.”
“Not fast enough,” Loki comments as he brushes his raven black hair back so he could place his helmet on.
The smile on your face falters a bit at this.
“So keen on growing old, aren’t you?” you ask him as you make your way back to his desk.
“I just want to gain the respect I rightfully deserve,” Loki responds as he doesn’t notice the frown on your face. Instead, he places his helmet on and brushes his hair back the way he likes it.
He finally turns to look at you and you quickly place a smile on your face.
“I respect you,” you tell him. “Others do as well.”
“Others fear me,” Loki replies with a roll of his eyes as he makes his way towards you. “You are still naive enough to deem me as honorable as my brother.”
“You may not be as honorable as your brother, but you are much smarter than him. That I can assure you,” you argue. Loki scoffs at this idea and you shake your head as you grew frustrated at his reaction. “I really don’t want to get into this with you on your name day so just shut up and ask for your gift.”
“How rude,” Loki comments with a sly grin as he noticed the green box beside her. “Now show me what you’ve got me.”
You roll your eyes and pick up the box. You quickly untie the bow, but before you could lift the lid, you look up at him in warning.
“I understand that your favorite colors are gold and green,” you start to tell him in which he agrees with a simple nod. “But I saw this and I had to purchase it for you…”
You lift the lid and reveal the silver pin. It depicted two snakes wrapped around one another and their eyes were two green emerald stones that shone brightly in the light.
“I mean, they do call you silver tongue for a reason and you probably won’t ever wear this but it reminded me of you and…”
“Stop your rambling,” Loki sneers, though the smile on his face reduced the sting in his words. “I like it.”
He picks up the pin and is quick to place it on his shirt.
“How does it look?” he asks you with a small smile.
“It clashes terribly with the rest of your ensemble,” you answer honestly as a soft giggle passed your lips. “Just take it off. You don’t have to wear it.”
Your hand moves to unpin it, but he catches your wrist before you’re able to.
“I know I don’t have to wear it,” Loki responds. “But I want to.”
You can’t help the way your heart flutters at this. Even more so as he places a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist before letting you go. The way he was looking down at you this moment almost convinced you that he could share the same feelings that you had for him. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you believe he’s about to place a kiss there too, but you don’t get the chance to find that out as the doors of his chambers slam open.
“Brother!” Thor shouts causing Loki to quickly leap away from you. “We must go now unless you wish to be late.”
“The people are waiting,” Fandral comments behind him.
“And the feast as well,” Volstagg adds in.
They all stop speaking as they notice your presence among them.
“Lady Y/N,” Hogun greets with a small tilt of his head. “Pardon us for the intrusion.”
“Will you be joining us at our table today?” Thor asks with a beaming smile.
You open your mouth to respond, but Loki interrupts you before you are able to accept his invitation.
“No, she will not.”
You close your mouth quickly and try to hide the hurt from your face.
“She has better things to do than to listen to your war stories again,” Loki states. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
He turns towards you and bows slightly. His green eyes meeting yours briefly with an unreadable emotion.
“Lady Y/N,” he whispers. “Thank you for the lovely gift.”
“It was nothing, my prince,” you respond with a curt bow.
A smile erupts on his face at the sound of his title on your lips, but it disappears as quickly as it arrived. He offers you a quick nod before turning away from you and following after his brother and the Warriors Three.
You watch him leave and once he’s out of sight, you let out a heavy sigh. If only he knew of the things he did to you. You wondered if things would change for the best or for the worse.
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
After all of the celebrations were done with, the songs and dance performances presented to the young prince, the reenactments of his famous battles and festivities, the nobles who tried to outdo each other with their gifts, the awaited banquet had finally arrived. Mead and wine were distributed everywhere while the first courses were slowly being served.
Queen Frigga had immediately sought you to sit next to her as King Odin sat at the head of the table speaking to other high nobles. She told you it was because she was in need of familial conversation instead of political peace treaties and whatnot.
You knew better.
You weren’t the close friend of the God of Lies without being able to spot a few of them on your own.
You knew Queen Frigga suspected of your emotions towards her younger son. It wasn’t like you were even attempting to hide them anymore. If one looked close enough, they would easily see the admiration you held for the dark prince.
Even now, your attention strayed from the conversation. Your eyes were focused on Loki who was currently sporting a smile on his face though his eyes looked bored with Thor’s storytelling.
You could see Thor, who’s already had enough to drink, boasting about some war story. At some point, he over exaggerates an important detail and Loki’s eyes light up at the chance to correct and embarrass his brother. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you shared his amusement from afar.
“It is clear as day how much you love him.”
You didn’t even have to glance at her to know that Queen Frigga was smiling at this revelation.
“You should tell him how you feel.”
The smile on your face slowly slips away as the contempt quickly turns to fear.
“I cannot do that to him,” she tells him. “Burden him with my emotions… Our friendship means so much to him and myself. I couldn’t bear losing him with this revelation.
“But what if instead of losing a friend, you gain a lover?”
You shake your head refusing to answer her question.
“I have loved him for a thousand years,” you confess to her. “I will love him for a thousand more… even if I must remain a simple friend to him.”
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
You had had enough mead and food after the fifth course. You were tired and the conversation at the table continued to revolve around the same political mishaps of other nearby kingdoms. Queen Frigga had noticed your attention wavering more often than not and was kind enough to make up an excuse for you to leave the banquet overall.
You walk out of the hall merely keeping your sight on the floor as you tried to ignore the emptiness of your soul.
You wished Loki would have been more interested in spending his birthday with you or at least come and spoken to you at some point in the meal, but he didn’t. He merely stayed seated at his table, enjoying the company of his brother and friends. He didn’t even offer a spare glance in your direction.
With a sigh, you are sadly ready to return home.
“Leaving so soon?”
You quickly look up and turn around to find Loki heading towards you. You quickly place a smile on your face at the sight of him.
“Though the company was pleasing, the conversation grew boring,” you responded with a shrug.
“You could have always joined my side,” Loki offered to her.
“I did not realize that was an option,” you state as you looked away from him. “You seemed disturbed by the idea of me spending dinner at your table.”
“I wasn’t…” Loki sighs out annoyed. “I wasn’t disturbed by you per say… more like the idea of you spending time with my brother. His intentions towards you are as clear as water and I did not intend to waste my birthday seeing my brother’s attempt to woo you.”
You couldn’t help the thought that crossed your mind. The thought that he could possibly be jealous at this moment.
“I was saving you in a sense… saving you from a night of awkward, loud advances,” Loki states with a shrug. “No need to thank me.”
“I was not going to thank you,” you replied as your arms crossed over your chest. “I was in no need of a savior.”
Loki’s face expressed alarm before it quickly shifted to a confused scowl.
“Does that mean… Are you interested in Thor?” Loki interprets your statement.
“No!” you exclaim with a shake of your head. “By the norns, Loki…”
“I apologize,” Loki replies with a shake of his head. “You made it sound like you didn’t want me to intervene between you two.”
You shake your head at him.
“I simply meant that I could defend myself from unwanted advances,” you correct Loki. “Whether it’s the prince of Asgard or a drunken man in the streets.”
Loki hums in understanding and hints of mischief flickers in his eyes. He’s quick to grab a hold of your arms and pushes you onto one of the nearby columns. A gasp escapes your mouth and you’re unable to speak as you feel how closely Loki is pressed against you.
“And what if it’s both?”
“What?” you ask breathlessly as his mouth was dangerously close to touching yours.
“What if the advances came from a drunk prince of Asgard?” Loki asks with a grin.
You didn’t know how to respond. Perhaps it was because you were so close to gaining what you always wanted, or because you certainly drank more than enough mead to gain some courage for this confession, or maybe it was both. Either way, it was now or never.
“If the drunken advances come from the prince I have for so long sought for, I would accept them gratefully,” you whisper to him as you find a way to move even closer to him.
Loki was taken back by your response and simply stared at you with a blank expression. Uneasiness quickly settles into your being and you fear you have revealed too much.
“You’re not lying?” Loki asks you as he searched your face for an answer.
“Why would I lie?”
“Because this could be a trick,” he answers. “A prank you pull on the birthday of the Trickster God.”
“It is not a lie,” you assure him. “I truly do love you, Loki.”
That was all he needed to hear before he pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss he’s been dying to place the moment you came into his life. You tug him closer, never wanting him to pull away, but the lack of air steers both of you to breathe.
You wonder if this is all a dream, but the feel of his heart beating rapidly under your hand was proof enough that it wasn’t. You slowly look up at his eyes and find them already focused on you.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. “I have loved you for a thousand years.”
Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my ear as they stood to attention, making an almost unbearable shiver rake down my spine.
I nodded, letting my eye lids fall shut to his command, the abundance of sight making my nerves jolt in curiosity of what was to come next. What my outcome will be.
His lips trailed down my exposed neck, delicately brushing across the expanse of skin until his hands joined in, running along my sides before they met my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.
I sucked in a breath at the sudden forced movement, making sure my eyes were kept shut no matter how explosive the desire was to take a peek - to possibly seek out his advances meaning. To figure out his motive.
He straddled my waist, his eyes burning into my skull, “Tell me, (Y/N), what are you afraid of?” He asked, puzzling me with such a question in such a situation.
You bring your beliefs, and your ancestor’s beliefs, with you.
Your parents raised you to believe in a god and a saviour and, to some extent, fate guided by what they hold faith in.
But you don’t believe in anything much these days
You loved fairytales and horror stories as a child, and, as a child, believed some things you knew were nonsense even as you made sure not to dangle your legs in reach of anything under the bed, even if you mentally went through a list of things that would keep werewolves and vampires at bay, even if you went looking for fairies in places that weren’t quite nature and weren’t quite human places.
But you, while not quite an adult, are not a child anymore, not by law, and not in mindset, and don’t believe in anything much these days
You don’t really do superstitions, so the rules don’t make sense to you, but the salt packets are free, so there’s no harm in taking a handful or so, and your roommate does the cream thing.
You think it’s a waste of good milk, but ey, you didn’t pay for it, so it’s not a problem.
You don’t believe in anything much these days, but the fact that the milk, and the cream, and whatever other dairy products are placed at the door are gone each morning, gives you a strange chill that takes a while to dismiss.
Eventually, you just don’t think about it, but…
The coincidences keep stacking, and you don’t believe in anything much these days, not that you know everything, not that the world is safe, not that everything is predictable, not that science has figured out every answer already.
People bring their beliefs, and their ancestor’s beliefs, with them.
You notice. Eventually, you notice.
When your roommate disappears, you take over her habit of leaving dairy at the door.
You’re not the only one who is aware that avoids the water. Others may mutter something about horses, when pressed, but you worry that one day you’ll hear a voice from beneath the waves that will say “here is the place, where is the man?” as a prelude for a disappearance or unlikely drowning. Maybe yours. Maybe some other unlucky soul who’ll get curious, or who’ll, say, lose control of their car and drive into a creek not four feet wide and one foot deep and disappear to nowhere, car and all.
Anon requests:If ur still taking requests.
Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him
how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie
makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that
way and Juggie ends up jealous…
Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends
forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been
avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks
them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is
avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…
missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love
with him. One night, you finally seize
Word count: 1,926
A/N: I’m so sorry
for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it. Enjoy!
You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend. It was an accident.
You weren’t sure when exactly it happened. It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up
one morning and realize you were in love.
It was a slow process.
Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s. He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding
and mysterious. He was the edgiest ten
year old in Riverdale. For the first
time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself.
Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more
independent. Of course, your first
action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own. Once you arrived, you realized how scary
being alone was. Scanning the diner, you
looked for a companion to sit with. You spotted
a boy who looked around the same age as you.
“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table. The boy stared at you suspiciously for a
“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation. You smiled and sat down across from him.
“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the
table. The boy tentatively shook it.
“Jughead,” he introduced himself.
“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose. He shrugged.
Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October
night, and you forgot your jacket. Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead,
knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was
playing. You asked him, with a smirk, if
he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he
promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite
movie. The two of you sat together
watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders. Bitter October night winds blew in, causing
you to shiver. Jughead noticed this, so
he drew you closer to him. It wasn’t the
warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.
There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell
in love with your best friend. Every
time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart
skipped a beat. Each time your hands
brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you
could feel your affection swell.
But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal
opposite reaction. Every time you fell a
little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart
because you could never be with him. You
knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in
love with him. All the risks threatening
your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.
Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your
secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best
friend was more difficult than you imagined.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your
head to snap up. Immediately, you plastered
a smile on your face.
“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. He shook his head at you.
“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his
eyes. “You’ve been acting weird for
“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.
“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell
you.” Satisfied with your answer, he
nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop. The two of you sat in the diner booth, each
doing your own thing. After an hour of
silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table. Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his
“Something wrong?” he inquired. You pursed your lips for a moment,
contemplating what to say.
“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked. He shot you a confused glance, so you
elaborated. “Have you ever thought about
us, I don’t know… as not friends? Like
more?” Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged.
You bit your lip.
“Do you think it could ever work?”
“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship,
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I
know exactly what you mean.”
The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you. Every time you attempted to approach him, he
turned on his heel and walked in the other direction. After practically confessing your feelings
last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you. This continued throughout the rest of the
week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate
with him. On Friday, Archie approached
“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted.
You shot him a small smile.
“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity. You shrugged and shook your head.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing
his frown to deepen. “Is that all you
wanted to talk to me about?”
“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his
neck. “I know it’s been a rough week for
you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight. It’s a big game, so I’d just really
appreciate it if you were there.” He
offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.
“Sure, Archie,” you responded. He thanked you and headed away, probably
searching for other people to invite to the game. You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape
for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your
mind off of everything that had happened.
It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.
You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into
the bleachers, looking for a place to sit.
As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead. Before he could turn his head to look at you,
you dashed out of sight. Finally, you
found a seat at the top of the bleachers.
You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with
the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored. Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game,
and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate
Archie. Instead of finding Archie, you
ran into Reggie.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over
“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled.
“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted. You shrugged.
“Did you want to?”
“Well yeah,” he laughed.
Oddly, you found yourself blushing.
“We should catch up sometime, (Y/N).
How about Tuesday?” You blinked a
couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.
“Seriously?” you questioned.
He nodded as if it was obvious.
“Of course. Eight o’clock
at Pop’s?” You grinned and nodded. He did the same and then walked off to
celebrate the victory with his teammates.
Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.
(Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.
“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed,
stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.
Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met
Reggie at Pop’s. He sat waiting in a
booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin. The night went successfully, and you
thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie.
You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths
“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he
noticed the time. It was nearly
midnight. “Can we do this again
“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. He grinned.
“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?” You hesitated at this, and for the first time
you looked up and spotted Jughead.
Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze. You turned back to Reggie and frowned.
“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers. His face slowly fell as he anticipated what
you were going to say. “You’re a great
guy. Any girl would be lucky to have
you, but… I like someone else.” You smiled
apologetically at him. “I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends.” The football star stood up, remaining in
front of your table. He offered you a
“I understand,” he sighed.
“Of course we can be friends. I’ll
see you around, (Y/N).” He strode away
from your table and exited the diner.
Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to
Jughead. You stood up and rushed over to
“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across
from him. He refused to make eye contact
with you. “Were you spying on me?”
“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m
always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation.
You didn’t back down.
“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned. “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve
spoken in a week.”
“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing
quieter. You rolled your eyes and
“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind. Whatever, Jughead.” You rose from your seat and prepared to exit,
but Jughead grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically. “This makes everything better, Jughead.”
“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do
anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”
“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes
as you settled back into your seat. “Because
I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said
anything about it.”
“What feelings?” he questioned. “All you asked me is if I thought we should
be a couple.”
“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed. “Did you really just think that was just
casual conversation, Jug? Come on, you’re
smarter than that!”
“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed,
frustratedly throwing his hands up. “How
do you think I felt, (Y/N)? When I thought
my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me? I was fucking terrified!” This drew you aback.
“Terrified?” you echoed.
“Why… why were you terrified?”
“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he
didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder. “I
don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in
through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something
changed. I don’t know when, I don’t know
how, and I certainly don’t know why. All
I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only
thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and
I didn’t.” He was almost panting by the
end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock. The two of you sat together in silence,
staring at each other in astonishment.
“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the
silence. “We both… we both missed so
many opportunities.” You bit your lip
between your teeth, holding back a smile.
“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto
his face. “We missed a thousand opportunities,
but the universe gave us one more.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled. He grinned.
“Neither do I,” he responded. “But I do believe in us.”
I did this lovely little spell with my best friend @playwith-a-witch. If there’s someone in your life who you want to get rid of (this would be great for stalkers), this is the spell for you. It is designed to cause minimal damage to the caster, so don’t be afraid that this is going to come back at you too hard. Happy hexing!
Rosemary, to protect the caster
Chili Peppers, to burn them away
Pine cone, to strengthen the spell
Chamomile, to keep happiness from them
Coffee, to be happy once again
Hibiscus, for potency
Apple seeds, to keep them from your loved ones
Your own spit
Olive oil, to ensure that the spell is long-lasting
Poppet, to represent the offender
Mortar and pestle
Jar with sealable lid
Sigil writing tools
An offering to any spirits/deities that may assist you
Thoroughly paint the inside of your jar black to ensure that the offender can’t bother you any longer. Wait until it dries before you begin the spell.
Make a smol poppet that will represent the offender.
Construct a sigil to basically say fuck you, bitch.
Gather all of the tools you will need to perform the spell.
Invite any deities or spirits of karma to assist you in the spell:
Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I invite you into my space to assist me in my spell. Please see that nothing dark, negative, or evil will be apart of it (wink). Make sure this bitch gets what she spit at me.
Put each ingredient, one-by-one, into your mortar and pestle. Think of each meaning and why you are using them. Grind thoroughly.
Draw your pre-made sigil on the poppet, visualizing what it stands for.
Put your poppet in the jar, and pour the ground herbs on top, chanting:
“All your annoyance pesters me,
I command you to back to your activities.
Leave my loved ones and I be,
No longer in my life I’ll see thee.
This is my will, so mote it be.”
Pour olive oil into the jar, covering the herbs and the poppet, then spit in the jar to further the potency of the spell.
Put the lid on the jar and shake till your heart’s content (this is the fun part).
Seal the spell jar with wax.
Thank the spirits and deities of karma for helping you complete your spell and present to them offerings:
Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I thank you for assisting me in my spell. I present to you offerings of <insert offering here> as gifts for your efforts. Thank you for assisting me in my time of need. So mote it be.
I decided to record the audio of the spell. It was rough, but there it is below for anyone interested. Thanks to all my lovely mutuals that give me the confidence to continue posting original content! ~H