Character: Jeon Jungkook x oc/reader (with POV switches)
Genre / words: Smut / 6,721 words
Summary: The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside
Warning: exhibitionism, public display of masturbations, graphic smut scenes, mutual masturbations, mentions/use of sex toys
<b><p></b> <b><b></b> Tamlin:<i>"When you fuck her, Rhysand—"</i></b><p/><b><p></b> <b>Tarquin:</b> Srsly? This confrontation? Like right now?? Whelp. I already know about this. Here we go.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Thesan:</b> Oh fuck shit’s going down in my house. Bad decision to invite them here in the Palace, Thesan.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Kallias:</b> Should’ve suggested the meeting be at Winter Court cause everyone needs to chill.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Beron:</b> This is exactly what I came for. Now I’m glad I came. But they don't need to know that.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Helion:</b> I liVE FOR THE DraMAaaA<p/><b><p></b> <b>Rhysand:</b> How dare he insult my High Lady—<p/><b><p></b> <b>Feyre:</b>"Yes, Tamlin, I let Rhys do that quite a lot. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"<p/></p><p/></p>
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
A/N: Just to let you know, tags are closed for this series. Enjoy the update :)
Complete and utter darkness washed over you, and you couldn’t escape. Voices hummed around you, just a faint sound from a distance, but slowly amplified in your ears. Warmth suddenly engulfed your body as you tried to find a way to leave the void that surrounded your presence. The voices became louder, telling you to wake up, telling you to finally break free from unconsciousness.
Here’s what’s making the Valentine & Magnus switching bodies theory convincing:
POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
*I should point out I have no idea who this idea originated from but someone sent me an anon on cc & I started thinking about it an put together some pieces if it was you please tell me, i’ll credit*
Here we go:
1.) Isaiah said that valentine and magnus get close and to take that as we will
2.) Harry said we will see A magnus we’ve never seen before NOT a new side to Magnus
3.) The stills below of alec holding valentine against the wall valentine looks shook and also it looks like magnus might be trying to tell alec it’s him and he doesnt believe him maybe he’ll have to share a memory or something.
4.) This insta story harry posted awhile back
5.) The episode title is literally “You Are Not Your Own.”
6.) The faint magic we seen in that short Magnus teaser could be becasue Valentine doesnt know how to use Magnus’ magic. (Not as easy as u thought huh shadowhunter.)
Now, this is JUST a theory and there are things like HOW?? With each theory I ask myself what is valentine getting out of it If he took away Magnus’ magic yes that would set Magnus back but Valentine would still be locked up but if they did switch why is he sticking around? Possibly because it’s a spell and it will wear off so maybe there’s a bigger plan. I don’t know it’s just a theory but some of the pieces just fit oddly well together. Thoughts??
The topic of communicating with deities is the question I get asked the most so I figured it was time to give it its own post. Especially because this question doesn’t have an easy answer. It’s not as simple as learning to give an offering or how to devote yourself to a deity. There’s no step by step, made for everyone and every deity, guide to communicating. Its ultimately something you have to figure out yourself, though I can offer some help in ways to go about figuring it out. But first I want to clear some things up about communication with deities. I feel there are a lot of misconceptions that surround it and I also need to explain WHY it’s a topic I can’t give you an easy answer to. So let’s get to that!
Faith- So I’ll admit that the obsession that a lot of people have with communicating with their deities confuses me. When I started I didn’t really think much of the hows of interacting with Aphrodite because I, just like with any other religion, assumed that I had to have faith that Aphrodite was listening. I feel like a lot of people are missing that, like being a Hellenic Polytheist means you have constant, consistent, and direct messages from the gods, but that’s not the case. Faith is still an element and honestly it remains an element even when you have been devoted for years. You’re not always going to get confirmations on things you do or ask, actually most of the time you don’t. You just have to have faith they are there and listening
Tumblr -This point is directly related to the first point. I believe that a lot of the misconceptions of communicating with deities and even the obsession with it has a lot to do with our community here on tumblr. I’m not here to accuse anyone or point any blame. I’m not even saying that people are lying or exaggerating. I just think because of everyone sharing their wonderful experiences it’s creating an image of communicating being a natural part of a devotee’s everyday life with their deity. I mean maybe it is for some, but not all. Honestly, a lot of what you are looking at on tumblr are snapshots of worship. Maybe that devotee received an AMAZING sign or message from their deity but perhaps that was the first one in a few months. The truth is, just like with most aspects of our lives, we like to share the fantastic on social media, so don’t take everything you read as the “normal” or the “standard” of devotion. The truth is there really isn’t one and definitely not one for communicating with deities.
Skills - It’s important to keep in mind that communicating with deities can be seen as a skill. And just like with any skill there are those who are “naturally gifted” and others who have to practice practice practice in order to see any results. This is also a reason why you shouldn’t look to others’ experiences as the way it works for everyone. They could be one of those naturally gifted people who are just born tuned into the god frequency or they could also have been practicing and doing a lot of work to get the point where it’s easier to receive messages. So those of you starting out shouldn’t automatically think you will begin getting signs and messages right away, it most likely will be something you have to work towards.
Deities Communicate Differently - A big reason it’s nearly impossible to say how or if a deity is communicating with you is because they do it in different ways. The way Aphrodite and me communicate may not be the same way she communicates with another devotee. A lot of it depends on the devotee. We each have a way of communicating that we will be more receptive to, whether you know it or not. Your deity might know that and choose to use that form, even if you haven’t exactly figured that out yet (fun, right? lol). A deity also may choose a way to communicate depending on the message they are trying to send you. They could also pick a way simply because they find it amusing and/or ironic (i’m looking at you, Hermes). It’s really hard for someone on the outside to tell you for sure how your deity is going to interact with you specifically. I can’t speak for the gods and I can’t speak on your personal relationship with them. Again, it’s something you have to journey through and find answers to yourself.
Now that the bad news is over with, how about I give you some good news? As I said above, I can give you some advice/tips on ways you can figure out how to communicate with your deity yourself. Remember this is a process, a journey, it’s not a faucet. Doing one of these things isn’t going to automatically start the flowing of messages. Just keep that in mind! Now onto the list!
Divination - Probably the most popular form of communication with deities is using some form of divination. There’s A LOT to choose from so do your research and see what calls out to you and give it a try! Some examples are tarot, oracle, runes, pendulum, scrying, bibliomancy, shufflemancy, just to name a few.
Meditation - I strongly recommend everyone try meditation because there’s a ton of benefits to it and one of those benefits is connecting with your deities. Not only can you receive messages and signs while mediating, the act itself opens you up to be more receptive in your everyday life!
Astral Travel - This is another popular method used to communicate with deities. Many people talk about not only receiving messages from their deities, but also full on interaction with them. Make sure you do your research before attempting it! It also may help to practice meditation first.
Dreams - Okay so this is one of the easier ones on the list to do. Basically start recording your dreams and see if you notice anything either popping out at you or that’s repeating. Sometimes your deity may just simple show up like “hey, what’s going on? You dreamin?” but other times they aren’t that obvious (why would they make it easy on us?). Recording your dreams is a great way to notice patterns because sometimes it can take multiple dreams to get a message. This applies to the universe as well. Like it took me a good chunk of my life to realize that when the universe wants me to pay attention it throws an abundance of something in my dream, where I’ll be like “shit thats a lot of elephants!” and then another dream years later “What is with all these fucking spiders!?”. Keeping a dream journal makes it easier to notice things like that. You can also ask your deity to appear in your dreams if you so choose (of course whether they do or not is up to them). Also if you’re into it you can use herbs and stones to better receive messages in your dreams and to remember them when you wake up.
Journaling - Anyone who has been a follower of me for awhile can probably tell you that my answer for most things is “Keep a Journal” and they are probably eyerolling me right now, lol! But I really believe in the benefits of journaling because they are abundant! I won’t go into all of them because we are talking about communicating with deities and damn it I WILL stay on topic! Just like recording your dreams, recording your waking life can help you spot patterns and possible signs that you might miss otherwise. If you’re like me and interact a lot with your deity through emotions and feelings, journaling is truly wonderful! You can start making connections between actions and your emotions that could help you better understand your deity. I also recommend doing this even if you choose to do one of the other ideas listed above. Recording your progress and your emotions is great for looking back on and seeing how far you come especially in those moments when you feel like you haven’t done much. So yeah, everyone keep a journal!
Open Yourself - So those of you who are witches don’t really need much explanation on this and honestly you might have already started on this one, but for the sake of those who might not know let me explain. There are different ways you can better open yourself up so receiving messages can be easier. Using certain stones, burning certain herbs/incense, using oils, casting spells, doing rituals, etc. There’s a lot you can do to help open yourself up to the universe! And these aid a lot in the techniques above!
Talk To Others - I know what you’re thinking “Wait, didn’t you say that looking at what someone else does is part of the problem?” Yes, i did, but it can also be helpful as long as you find the balance! Seeing how other devotees of your deity interact with them can at least give you ideas and a direction to go in. The key is not to compare and to not see their devotion as the “one true way”. Think of it more as a brainstorming session!
I just want to add that this post is my own personal opinion and personal reasons why I feel I can’t answer questions of this topic. I hope this post was helpful to those of you who took the time to read it!
Pairing; Finn Balor/Reader, past Prince Devitt/Reader
Summary; Is it
such a sin for me to take what’s mine?
Warnings; NSFW. Heel!Antagonist!Reader. Smut, choking, breathplay. Some angst idk?
VERY unhealthy relationships. Emotional abuse, mental abuse, and grooming of a younger woman by an older man if you squint and read
between the lines.
Author Note; IDGAF I wrote another terrible human being.
Fight me. Diverse characters make the world go round, and that includes actual
villains. This one was so much fun for me to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. You know the drill.
“What do you want, Lucifer?” you ask, patently annoyed.
“What? I’m not allowed to visit you?” He’s sat in the previously empty chair.
“You’ll be bored. I’m a little busy.”
Lucifer pouts, “I can tell. You haven’t even looked at me.”
You didn’t answer his statement, being too caught up in your contemporary work. For the past twenty-four hours, you’ve been accumulating whatever books you could find on a certain angelic language, which wasn’t much. Not only was there a lack of information on the language, but it didn't produce pronunciation. Although you didn’t attain much from the books, you managed to fill over half of a leather bound notebook full of it. Unfortunately, the amount you attained was only about as much as finishing French Class I. You wipe off your pen and set it down, running your hands through your hair before standing to look for whatever book you could find.
After you disappear behind a bookcase, Lucifer pulls the notebook to himself and reads what’s written. To his surprise, it’s filled with the symbols of both Enochian and its English meaning. Of course, he noticed that some angelic words were spelled wrong.
You come back, not with books, but with a computer, hoping to get some information off the internet.
“You spelt this one wrong,” Lucifer points at your notebook.
“Yeah, right. What do you know about Enochian?”
Lucifer glared at you, looking genuinely insulted.
“Oh. I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m just really stressed,” you apologize.
“Just grab your pen and fix the spelling.”
“I don’t know how to spell it. I thought what I wrote was correct.”
He takes the pen himself, dipping it in the ink and quickly writing the correct spelling. He hands it back to you.
“Can you teach me? I can’t find much, and who knows Enochian better than an angel?”
Lucifer smirks, “Are you asking for my help?”
You sigh. “Yes.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He pulls out the chair closest to you and sits you down, ready too help with both spelling and pronunciation.
A/N: Hi!! Wow I haven’t written a Percival one for so long but I mean I only written one before so yeah haha anyways, I hope it’s alright. I got excited writing this because I love Graves and it’s just nice to write something a bit different haha😊 Enjoy!!
Request: if you’re still asking for requests, could you write a percival graves one where you get hurt and hide it from him but he finds out and gets angry but then it’s just really fluffy?? i’m a sucker for fluff and i need more graves x reader stuff. please and thank you ! 😊❤️
You entered the building, wincing slightly
at the wound at your side, ignoring the pain as you headed up to your office,
needing to do some paper work for the case you just solved involving wizards
using the dark arts. You had gotten into a fight with those dark wizards and
one of them managed to get you on your side.
Sighing, you sat down at your seat,
pressing against your injured side to see how bad it was, jerking your hand away as you felt the pain shoot through even though you weren’t pressing that hard. You took in a deep breath before sorting and filling up anything
necessary for the paper work.
When you were done, you grabbed the folder
and headed straight to your superior’s office. Knocking on the door, you waited
for him to ask you to enter before walking in.
“Good morning, Mr. Graves, I’ve finished
the paper work for the case I worked on yesterday,” you greeted, looking at the
man sitting behind a desk, signing some papers. He looked up at you passed him
The boy in the red hoodie stared in silence at the empty room in front of him. It was just a mundane guest room, the one his family always used for exchange students.
Marco was feeling weird, almost out of breath, the heart in his chest pumping wildly as if he’s just finished running a marathon. There even were, strangely enough, tears in his eyes. How did those end up there? He kept staring at the simple bedroom around him, as if he was desperately looking for something. Or someone.
He could hear the party from downstairs going on normally, people laughing and having fun. Which made him question his presence in that meaningless room even more. The boy closely inspected the room’s walls and furniture as if it could give him some answers. He could swear that there was reason he felt so weird. A reason why he was there in the first place.
“Marco… there you are!”
He turned around, startled by a girl’s voice. It was Jackie, his girlfriend, whose haunting green eyes could read through his fake smile in a moment.
“What are you doing here all alone? Something’s bothering you?” she asked.
As crazy as that sounded, Marco could only think of one answer, which was another question.
“Yes actually… what am I doing up here?” he chuckled, realizing how silly that sounded.
Jackie smiled at him and gently took his hands, stepping closer to him. “I don’t know… having a ‘Marco Moment’ maybe?”
“No, seriously.” he said, trying to sound as serious as possible. “I feel like I ran up here for a reason but… I can’t really remember now?”
That made him earn an amused look from his patient girlfriend, but he didn’t want to sound crazy.
“Maybe I *am* having one of my weird 'Marco Moments’ after all…” he admitted, smiling at her.
“Or even weirder… someone put a weird spell on all of us or something…” she joked, poking at his head. “But it’s OK: I like weird.”
The two teens smiled at each other and left the room, closing the door behind them, heading back downstairs, the music getting louder, despite being late. Marco turned back one last time, looking at the wooden door leading to that empty bedroom. He could swear that there was a reason he rushed there, a very important one.
He spent the next five days retracing his victims’ steps. He talked to so many people. Devoured past interview transcripts. Phone records. Tried to think of every damn stone he could turn over. His efforts finally provided a link between the two men.
Both had a history of domestic abuse.
After conducting some interviews of his own, he was pretty sure he could rule out the wife and girlfriend as suspects.
He found one more commonality though. But he needed to talk to Claire about it first.
It had been five days since they’d had pizza and wine together. Five days since he’d taken her hand and watched her flinch as if burned. It didn’t take his detecting skills to figure this out. He was certain now. The evidence was too convincing.
Claire Randall saw things. Visions. Premonitions.
Claire Randall was a Psychic.
He wasn’t innocent. He knew the signs of an aroused woman. Pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed. Breath short. Every time he touched her, she reacted.
When they parted five days ago she was furious. Twisting her hand from his she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and brought him to within mere inches of her face. She cursed him. Hard.
“You fucking bastard!“ Then she shoved him out of way, and disappeared inside her townhouse before he was able to make it to the bottom of her front door stairs.
He could hear the music before he reached the basement of the building. The pounding of the drums loud and jarring, the words coming fast and hard.
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream,
It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavy dirty soul?
Jamie stopped at the double doors and watched her through the window. She was laying bones out on a table from a box.
He watched her hold each piece of the skeleton for a moment. Internalizing. Listening. Then lay it out in its correct spot. She did this with each and every vertebrae. Solemn, Respectful. She pulled out a humerus. She smiled as if remembering something special. Whimsically. Fondly. What had Claire Randall held in her arms to make her smile like that? She pulled out the skull. Ran her long, delicate fingers over the cranium. She closed her eyes, and he saw her shake her head sadly. What did she see?
Down here, hidden away, the music drowning out the world around her, Claire was free to be herself. To let her gift flow without fear. The bones spoke to her. A good woman. Her death was peaceful, of that Claire was sure. And she had loved, and been loved.
Jamie watched with fascination. Heavy dirty soul. What was it that weighed her down? Why did such a beautiful woman, eyes that could shine with golden light, choose to lock herself away in solitude?
The song was still pulsing. He pushed the door, and felt the resistance. He reared back.
Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.
He banged on the door. The music prevented his intrusion. So he waited. Man, those drums. They were relentless. He didn’t understand how she could concentrate.
The song finished. He knocked and watched her head snap up.
Their eyes locked for a moment. He could see the war raging in her mind. So, she had been avoiding him. He held up the file in his hand, and shouted, “I think I found something!”
The next song kicked on and she jumped. More drums, heavy bass. She set the skull down gently, and came over to unlock the door. She hit the button on her sound system as she passed it drenching the sterile room in silence.
The lock slide free. She didn’t bother to open the door, just turned and walked away. Jamie stepped inside the cool room and let the door whoosh closed.
“Thanks for yer time.” he said by way of hello. “I have a couple of connections in the poisoning cases, but one needed yer expertise.”
Claire went back to her work removing bones without a word. Jamie followed her over to the table. “What do ye have here?”
“Woman. Brought in for me to see if I could identify her, maybe connect her to a missing persons.”
“What did she die of?”
“Nat-” Claire stopped. “I won’t know until I examine everything.” Her hands gripped the edge of the box, and she let her head fall forward. She grit her teeth until she could feel the pulse in her jaw jump. Where had her guard gone? Where had her carefully constructed persona gone?
“What’s your question?” Claire kept working. Keeping it professional.
“The autopsy report said the stomach contents were the same. Can ye confirm somethin’ for me?”
Claire gave him the briefest of glances. “I can try.”
“Would ye say both men ate at the same place before they died?” He watched her eyes widen just a little before answering.
“I don’t really know for sure. I mean, it’s possible. If I remember correctly I indicated they had similar meals. I can’t confirm they were from the same place.” Claire turned back to the box and closed her eyes for a brief moment revisiting the impression that hit her during the second postmortem. Glass cases. Fresh, crisp vegetables. Bright blue floor. Small tables. Sunlight.
She grabbed a mandible. This one had been chatty in life.
Jamie leaned across the table at her, trying to meet her eyes. She did know. Instinctively. He wished she would trust him.
“Talk to me, Claire,” he said, soft, and caring. Pleading. A lover’s voice.
“That’s what we’re doing,” she said, clipped and hard.
“Yeah. How about ye tell me the truth. Without ye dropping yer head, or swearin’ at me?” He’d never met a woman so closed off.
“Look. I’m busy, and I want to get this done because I’m hungry.” She took out another bone, a rib, and laid it on the table.
“Here,” he said, stepping around the table and reaching inside the box, “let me help.”
“No!” Claire shouted, blocking his way with her arm. She would never get the whole picture if she didn’t connect with every single bone. She moved too fast and made a mistake. She accidentally placed a hand on his chest trying to hold him off.
Right above his heart. Laughter. Affection. Joy. So much joy.
She pulled her hand back, fast. Her breath was irregular. She grasped at the first excuse she could think of to cover her behaviour. “You don’t have gloves on.”
Now, Jamie thought. Now we talk about it. He stepped closer to her.
“Ye know what we could be. But ye don’t think we should be together.” He tried to catch her eye, but she was having none of it.
“That’s right,” Claire said. Another bone on the table. “I think I’ve been very clear.”
“Well, I need to be clear, too.” Honesty. It felt like the right way to go in this case. “I feel this. Just as ye do. I can’t ignore it.”
“Well, you have to.” She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
“I can’t. I dinna want to.” Jesus, Jamie thought. Am I actually begging right now?
“Not my pig, not my farm, Fraser.” She would not get into this. She was doing fine without another Alpha Male in her life. She dug through the box.
“Can you?” He asked her, his voice mocking.
“Can I what?” Claire was being purposely obtuse. It served her well, at times. A collarbone set in place.
“Ignore it.” His voice reflected his impatience.
“Yes. Quite easily” Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but Claire decided it would have to be her truth for right now.
“I don’t believe ye.” He would not give in without a fight. “Why do we have to ignore it?” Persistence. It’s what made him a good detective.
She slammed the femur down on the table with a crash. The clang of the metal table reverberated around the room. Jamie jumped back.
“Dammit. STOP.” She realized she wouldn’t get any peace until she spelled it out for him. Fine. He wanted her secrets, did he? Damn him. He had no right to them.
“Now you listen to me, James Fraser. I get how perceptive you are. I understand that you think you know me. But you don’t. I will say this once, and only once. Am I attracted to you? Hell, yes. You’re too damn good-looking by half, and smarter than the average man which makes you even more alluring in my eyes. But there cannot be an ‘us’. Understood? I like the men in my life to be like my cadavers. Simple. Silent. And dead. ”
“But that’s not what ye see.” Jamie’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s.
Claire threw her hands in the air, exasperated.
“Do yer visions ever not come to pass?” he persisted.
Claire counted to twenty before she answered. Fucking, stubborn Scot.
description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.
“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”
“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”
“Literally just sex?”
“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”
a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.
Hi! Could you please write a fic in which Reggie and his jock friends harass Betty for dating the "weird kid"? Thank you in advance!
I love doing these!
“Elizabeth Cooper, my very favorite blonde.”
Betty cringed at the familiar voice of Reggie Mantle, she looked over to the boy next to her currently holding her hand and carrying her backpack on his shoulder, she knew her boyfriend hated Reggie, and while she saw the way he treated Jughead, Reggie had never done anything to her and she wasn’t raised to be rude (contrary to her incredibly awful mother, Betty Cooper had class.)
So she turned around, moving Jughead with her, as he set his jaw and put on his positively bored expression.
“What’s up Reggie?” She asked politely, squeezing Jugheads hand.
Sure enough, half the football team staggered almost single file behind their captain.
“Nothing much, sweet stuff. How about joining us for some late night tailgating before the big game tonight? I mean you are a vixen now.” He eyed her tiny skirt, his eyes lingering on her legs.
She heard Jughead growl softly from beside her, trying to halt any obnoxious fight that she was sure would happen if this went any further, she shook her head, moving closer to Jughead
“Sorry Reg, me and my boyfriend always spend the few hours before the game together, maybe another time.” She turned around and started walking away when Reggie opened his big mouth one more time.
“Come on Betty, you can’t be serious, you got hot as hell this summer, you don’t have to pretend to be interested in the loner anymore. You can have anyone on the football team, even Mantle the Magnificent. Save the weird kid for.. the other weird kids.” He finished off cockily, high fiving Moose and laughing with the boys.
Jughead instantly felt Betty stiffen and he knew what ever was about to happen, was not gonna be good.
“Bets.. it’s okay, it doesn’t matter, just…”
She whipped around so fast her perfectly in tact ponytail smacked him square in the face.
“Really Reggie? The weird kid? You really think you’re one to talk?” She snorted wickedly, as the boys in front of her watched her wide eyed, almost flinching at the venom coming out of her mouth “you’re the fakest boy in this high school, you hated football, remember that? You used to say "I don’t ever wanna go near that stupid ball, it’s made out of pigskin did you know that?” You wanted to be a veterinarian, you were a vegetarian. You got kicked out of elementary school for smuggling squirrels inside from recess.“
Jughead bit the inside of his cheek, trying desperately not to laugh. Betty meant business and she was not playing around.
While Jughead held in his laughter, the rest of the team was practically crying in hysterics.
But she wasn’t finished
"And you! Moose.” The bulky boy immediately cut off his laugher “you didn’t know how to spell "dinner” until you were 13. So I don’t want to see you laughing at anything this airhead says.“
The muscular boy, nodded quickly ducking His head "yes mam.”
She turned almost too slowly to Reggie again, he was still recovering from her digs
“So before you think of calling my boyfriend "the weird kid” again, you might wanna think back to who helped you hide three stray kittens in his garage when your mom wouldn’t let you keep them. Jughead is the best damn boy in this high school and it would do all of you good to remember that.“ She turned on her heel, connecting hands with jughead again and pulling him along.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as Betty pulled him into the blue and gold office in a huff
"Ridiculous, the way social hierarchies are established so early on in developmental…”
Jughead cut off her rambling by placing a deep, dizzy kiss to her lips.
She pulled back smiling, her eyes foggy and a goofy grin on her face that matched his
“What was that for?” She giggled
He smiled, pressing another kiss to her forehead
“Just for being you, Betty Cooper.”
Laurent learned his lesson from the whiskey when they were at the beach. It doesn’t help to drink when he feels like this: detached, and on edge, and like anyone who comes within reach will be taken between his teeth and shredded. He takes dinner to his trailer, but his appetite is non-existent. A plate of shepherd’s pie goes cold on the table while he lies on his bed and tries to forget the look on Aimeric’s face as confidence dissolved into the first stirrings of fear that everything he’d been promised might disappear. That what seemed like loyalty, even affection, was just as false as everything else in this industry.
There’s a knock on the door of Laurent’s trailer, and when he calls, “What?” the door opens without further ado.
“Can I come in?” says Damen, who has already come in.
“No,” says Laurent.
Unsurprisingly, this fails to work. Laurent knows by now there is no point telling Damen to stay in his room in the house like a good little bachelor. Damen behaves when the camera is pointed at him, and Laurent’s instincts have stopped him from pushing it further than that.
Damen comes and sits on the corner-seat, crammed in opposite the low bed. There is barely enough room for his legs in the space between.
Laurent has a high tolerance for silence. He turns his head on the pillow and looks at Damen, waiting. Damen looks back at him for a while. The texture of the silence changes. Laurent’s mouth feels dry and his knees are restless.
Anonymous asked: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a fic in which the reader is like an understudy/swing and has just joined Hamilton. The reader like alternates for Maria Reynolds making like Daveed jealous? Something along the lines of that. I just read your Lin one and loved it so any chance you get to do this one. Thanks x
A/N: So this fic has already been done, so I changed it to reader understudying Angelica. Sorry anon!
The iconic pink dress hung from a hanger on the rack of your dressing room, sticking out from the other bland clothing like a sore thumb. You were standing on a platform in the middle of the room while waiting for the tailor to come back. You impatiently tapped your foot. It had been almost a full 15 minutes at this point.
A text alert showed up on your phone almost instantaneously.
From: Ben [Costumer] Hey I’m so sorry, an emergency came up at the warehouse and I needed to attend to it ASAP. We can reschedule or you can show up earlier for your next rehearsal.