#also you can use your big boy words nonny its okay to say sex

[rius-cave]

I love the idea that Lucifer tricks Adam into eating the fruit of knowledge of good and evil by using it as a gag during seggs

LUCIFER HAVING AN APPLE BALL GAG IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING I'VE HEARD THANK YOU

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

ooof...enjou with very long monster tongue he uses to eat u out so thoroughly....👉👈

hi hi anon!

isujisbcbeubv omg nonnie, you have opened up another door for us enjou fuckers and i accept your gift with gratitude,,,

nah but fr, once you suck off enjou and deepthroat him, he wants to return the favor and make you feel good too since you always tend to spoil him whenever you can. and when he finally gets the idea of oral on you, you bet your ass that enjou can and will eat you out literally any time of the day, no matter what you're currently doing. he absolutely lives for your praises and loves being told he's doing a good job and being called a good boy, and it just makes him all happy and he does much better. also writing blushy-virgin enjou for this one so hopefully, that's okie,,,

nsfw below!

" e-enjou, you really don't have to repay me y'know? it's not that big of a deal-" " mnmm, it's alright, i really wanted to try this out," he replies, glowing ember eyes staring back up at you gently as his molten yellow hands stroke the plush of your thighs. you shudder at the ticklish sensation, thighs jolting and tensing upーhe was surprisingly gentle, especially for a being with his size and capacity, and seeing this monstrous abyss lector being so soft and gentle with you made you feel so warm on the inside.

and it made your pussy throb in delight.

" a-alright..." he murmurs under his breath, distorted voice shaky as he pushes apart your legs, and you hum in delight, smiling down at him. using his thick, padded thumbs, enjou spreads apart your throbbing folds, slick with arousal to expose your cute little clit and your tight little pussy, and you let out a low moan of anticipation. " hmm, feelin' shy already?" you tease, snickering at the way enjou lightly jolts at your remark.

" a-ah no, it's just..." you tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow at his nervousness. sure enjou was pretty flustered when it came to sex, especially with the bold and perverse suggestions you'd make that would leave the two of you breathless, he was acting rather fidgety, even for someone like him.

" my mouth is rather..." he stumbles over his words, and you can see the more orange-yellow parts of him glowing, with what you assume to be embarrassment, and you want to smother his adorable face with countless kisses. " it's rather strange and odd in human terms," he says, and it takes you a moment to process what he'd said before it sinks in.

" awww, don't worry enjou!" you coo, grinning down at him," i'll find any part of you appealing," you assure with confidence. enjou seems to perk up with happiness, and for an added measure, you reach down and stroke the hardened armor of his head, and he nuzzles into your touchーis he purring? ーbut you make sure to tap him gently to keep him on track, and he nods slightly before returning his head to its previous position.

" okay then..."

with that, you can vaguely seeーyou can only see so much from bending your neck dammitーsomething thick and dark, swishing around from underneath the burnt red armor and heavy breaths coming from his direction-

ahー

his tongue.

you can feel yourself draw a black when you see something akin to a lower jawーa gaping maw if you willーprying open, and dagger-like teeth glistening in the dim light, shimmering with the sheen of his saliva, and from you assume him salivating in arousal.

although the teeth leave little to the imagination on what kind of damage they could do if provoked, that isn't what really catches your attention. okay sure, the teeth are sharp as shit and a part of you is worried about getting small cuts, but that's beside the point. what you're more flustered and frazzled over is his squirming and thick tongue. it's a darkened burnt red, but somewhat pale, almost like a human tongue. but it's much more forked and much, much longerーdid you mention thick?

and it's gonna go into your pussy.

you tremble uncontrollably in pure arousal and excitement as enjou rubs the flat of his drooling tongue against your arousal-slick folds experimentally, peering up at you at a moment's interval to see your reactions. when he sees the perverted smile on your lips, he hums in happiness and continues.

" hnmmmggghh..good boy enjou-unghhhh-you're such a good boy-!!♡♡" you coo, attempting to reach down and stroke his head, but you can only reach so far with your arms, but luckily you just barely graze the rock-like spikes that jut from his head.

" hehe, you're doing good enjou-unmghhh-so so good for me.♡"

" mnghhh-tphank ywouu," he gurgles out, barely coherent with his tongue stuck out and rubbing against your pussy folds. you giggle, clenching one eye shut as he starts rubbing harderーfuck, it was so thick and wet, you already wanted it buried into your cunt.

" hey...enjou.."

" hgnahhh?"

you smile wide as you reach forward and hook your hands up against the plush of your innermost thighs, spreading open your folds even wider and exposing your tight little pussy to enjou's swishing and squirming tongue. you can see his glowing magma eyes widen at the sight, and if you didn't know any better, you'd have thought you saw steam coming from his body. huh, was he that embarrassed?

" put it in already enjouuu...♡♡" you lick your lips wetly as you watch his deliciously thick tongue swish in excitement and anticipation.

" i-ish thgat okey..?" he questions, beads of saliva dripping off his wet tongue in small rivulets.

" mmhmmn! go ahead♡♡" you breathe out, and the air in your throat hitches when he mumbles an "okey" and prods the forked tip against your tight cunt. you moan and shudder in delight when he starts pushing the thick appendage in, slowly, and shuddering at how fucking tight your pussy is around his tongue. soon enough, you can feel his dagger-like teeth graze your soft skin, and you shudder at the sensation. he seemingly tries to open his mouth wider so he can fit the rest of his thick tongue into your sopping wet cunt.

" e-enjou, hey what-OUNMGHHH-?!"

you shriek as he suddenly pushes his face even further in between your legs, stuffed your wet cavern completely full with the slimy appendage, and simultaneously, it rubs right up against your g-spot.

" mm! mm! uuh! mm! ah! ah!♡♡" you moan out, toes curling as you shift aboutーfuck, every time you move, it just rubs harder and harder-!!

" d-doesgh itg feefl gwood?" enjou peers up at you expectantly, awaiting your feedback and potential praises. " u-uhuhhh," you slur, stupidly grinning," keep going enjou..♡♡" you glance back down at him and flash him a moon-like smile.

" o-okey," he gibberishly mumbles back. with a slowed nod from you, enjou holds apart your legs gingerly and he gives his tongue a little experimental wiggle, listening to your moans and whimpers before continuing.

" ah! auh! ah! ah!♡♡hya! hau! m-more! aah!♡♡"

oh god, oh fuck, this feels way better than you'd imagined-fuuuckkk, enjou was doing so well, and he hardly had any experience on him whatsoever. then again, you were guiding him and praising him, soー

" ah!♡ mm! aah!♡ nha! deeper! e-enjou, more-!!♡♡"

you arch your back as enjou heeds your words and starts wiggling his tongue around your pussy deeper, unfurling it as long as he can go. your eyes roll back as he continuously rubs against your g-spot all the while, making your vision blur and your limbs spasm.

" ahi! hii! yes, o-oh god yes!♡ ah! ooh! aah! oh! ah!" f-fuck, it feels so damn good, you were gonna get addicted to this if you weren't careful, but really, when you're feeling this good, who cares? you'd let enjou eat you out anytime, it made you feel so good that you couldn't think of anything but pleasure. god, you were such a damn pervert.

all you can is the slurping sounds of enjou hungrily licking away at your pussy like a starved animal and the wet squelching of your wet juices being slurped up by the fiery lector buried in between your legs. if it weren't for enjou's hard and spiky face, you'd be sitting on his face and having him eat you like a good boy. yeah, you'll have to remind yourself for later-

" AH!♡ UGHHH! Y-YES! THERE! UUH! HARDER!!♡♡"

you start moaning like some kind of whore when the tip of enjou's tongue barely grazes the smooth muscles of your cervix, and the sensation sends tingles throughout your bodyーit almost feels ticklishーand you can't help but grind back against enjou. you can feel something tight squeezing in your stomach, like a knot, and you want it to burst already.

" i-i'm gonna cum enjou, c-CUMMING, I'M C-

CUMMING!!♡ UUH! UH! UAH! NGH! MM! MMM!!♡♡"

you let out a sudden moan mixed with shrill shrieks as you feel the muscles in your lower belly suddenly contract and release, and your pussy walls squeeze down, hard. white fills your vision as you feel your release being forced out of your wet walls, gushing out quickly without warning. o-oh fuck-!!♡♡

" nha..ahh..aaaah..!♡♡"

you let out shaky breaths as you attempt to come down from your high, trying to stabilize yourself, and you shudder and whimper when you feel enjou's tongue begin to slowly slither out of your sensitive cunt until he slides the wet and squirming muscle out with a wet and sticky slurp! and you weakly moan at the sensation and sound.

" deh i dwo good?"

" mmnmm?"

you push against your elbows and sit up, and when you sit up, enjou's tongue and lower face are slick and sticky with your release, translucent juices glistening in the dim light. without warning, he snatches his long tongue back into his mouth, and his lower jaw seemingly disappears back into that burnt red armor-like mask.

" tastes sweet..♡" he mumbles.

" hehe, did you like tasting my pussy that much?" he nods rather vigorously and you reach a hand down and gently stroke his head, and he leans into your touch, a deep purr coming from within the confines of his chest.

" good boy enjou, you did such a good job♡" you coo, smiling at the way he nuzzles up into your soft touch.

" can you do it again?♡♡"

without any warning, you spread your legs open wide once more, exposing your saliva and arousal slick pussy.

" you can keep going, right enjou?♡♡"

he goes as stiff as a board, shoulder stiffly hunched up as the molten yellow highlights of his body dimly glow brighter and hotter with embarrassment. a beat passes and he fondles your thighs again, pressing his face closer.

" m-mhmmm!♡"

" good boy♡"

--

" O-OH FUCK!♡ THERE! RIGHT THERE! GOOD BOY ENJOU, DON'T STO-OUGHMNNN!!♡♡"

you stupidly grin as you slam down your hips against enjou's head, drooling all over yourself and eyes rolled back, but you don't care. enjou's tongue feels so good inside of your pussy, even more so with you sitting on his face and him having morphed into his human head. it made the process so much more comfortable and convenient, so it's not like you were gonna complain.

" NGH?! AH! AUH!♡ NHA! AH! UH!♡ M-MORE!♡♡"

you ground against enjou's open mouth, his smooth lips rubbing against your folds and sending delicious shivers up your spine. his clawed hands were gripping the plush fat of your ass since he had admitted to having no idea on where to place his hands or what to even really do with them, so you'd instructed him to hold onto your butt.

" G-GOOD BOY ENJOU, YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOO-UGHH?! UUHHH!♡♡"

another rub to your g-spot and swipe against your smooth cervix sent you reeling and made you start humping his face like a dog, but you were too dazed and blinded by pleasure to even notice. but enjou had promised he'd tell you if he was uncomfortable, so you weren't worried too much.

" F-FUCK-AUGHH-CUMMING!♡ 'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!! UGHUUU! MMMM!! ENJOU, ENJOU, ENJOU♡♡"

a frenzied and delirious chantーmore like babblingーof his name leaves your swollen lips as you throw your head back, slamming your thighs together as you ride out your orgasm, rolling your hips to feel as much friction as possible before you come down.

" heheee...'t felt good," you mumble feverishly, panting heavily as you calm yourself down and take a moment to lightly lift yourself up from enjou's tongue as to give him some breathing space. he inhales the fresh air, streaks of your squirted release splattered across the lower portion of his face, but mostly around his lips.

" thank you enjouuu," you mumble as you go to stroke his dark hair, and you know enjou can't really respond since his tongue is still stuffed inside your cunt, but he hums in response and you smile down at him.

but you aren't satisfied, not even close. you want enjou to make you cum until you can't think anymore.

so you adjust your hips, making sure not to crush his face by accident, and you flash him that moon-like smile again. he shudders, cheeks visibly turning redder once again. how cute♡

" more...i need more enjou...can you do that for me?♡♡"

he tries to nod, although it's rather short and limited. you laugh gently.

" good boy enjou."

" i'll give you a reward after, okay?♡♡"

he hums in excitement.

isn't your enjou the cutest?♡

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! Can you recommend some Final Problem Johnlock fics?

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh, okay so I haven’t really read very many fics dealing specifically with TFP, but the ones I do know of are fics on my MFL list or consider TFP as “canon”. So here’s what I have for you; please lovelies, if you know of any of your own, let us know!

THE FINAL PROBLEM is CANON

See also:

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

S3 / TAB / S4 [FIX IT] Fics (March 2019)

Post S4 Fics Masterpost

There’s Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo’s and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

The In-Between by blueink3 (M, 10,679 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, H/C, Parentlock, Fix-It Fic, Canon Compliantish) – Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see?

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a “normal” family. It’s easy enough to pretend when all you’re doing is dropping the act.

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most. An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete.(This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it’s all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

The Bells of King’s College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It’s only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths…

MARKED FOR LATER

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Beauty and the Beast, Love Confessions, Disney Songs, Oblivious John, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together–as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of the Made of Music series

A One-Track Life by JennLynn77 (E, 13,526 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, Parentlock, Est. Rel., Medical Procedures, Anal, Cuddling/Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Surgery, Physical Therapy, Retirement, Sherlock Whump, Caring John, Bottomlock, Endearments, Drug Addiction, Triggers) – A medical situation threatens to derail the plans Sherlock had for his life with John and Rosie.

Easier With You by addicted2hugh, FinAmour (E, 13,865 w., 2 Ch. || Post S4, Est. Rel., Parentlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff and Smut, Bottomlock, Vulnerable Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, Porn with Feelings, Pillow Fights, Idiots in Love, Caring John, Light Angst, Frottage, POV Third Person John, Blow Jobs, Purple Shirt of Sex) – Sherlock smiles slightly, his forehead coming to rest on John’s, and he lets out a tiny sigh. “It’s not myself I worry about, John.” “I know,” John says, his nose brushing against Sherlock’s. “And I will support any decision you make. But Rosie is going to be happy with you no matter what. You truly are her hero, you know that?” Sherlock exhales a small laugh. “Am I?” “That’s not even a question that needs answered, Sherlock. She’s amazed by you.”

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world’s only consulting detective will be on his own once again…or will he?

fulfilling for other people Series by missselene (E, 19,140 w. across 4 works || Post S4, Pining Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Oblivious John, Unrequited Love, UST/RST, Bath Sex, Internalized Homophobia, First Kiss/Time, Making Love, Tender Sex, Vocal Sherlock, Caring John, Angst and Fluff) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected.

WHISPER TO ME by chrysanthemumsies (T, 20,598 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff, Parentlock, Mutual Pining, Music, Sherlock Plays Guitar, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Romance, First Kiss) - Following the events of S4, Sherlock and John try and fit back into their old life as carefully as they can, all while their feelings threaten to bubble to the surface. Or: Sherlock picks up playing the guitar. John falls more and more in love with every passing day.

Home Is by glenien (E, 21,786 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix-It / Post S4, Eventual Happy Ending, Parentlock, Emotional Baggage, First Kiss, Domesticity, Fluff) – While 221B is still under construction, Sherlock stays with Rosie and John.

Here Comes The Sun by JennLynn77 (E, 32,126 w., 15 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, John Whump, Caring Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Switchlock, Cuddling/Snuggling, Surgery/Injury Recovery, Endearments, Anal, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feels) – John suffers an injury and needs surgery. Sherlock, and those around him, help John recover. Along the way, John and Sherlock realise what they mean to each other, and what they’ve had together all this time.

A Change of Heart by SosoHolmesWatson (E, 65,436 w., 20 Ch. || Post-S4 / Canon Compliant, Jealous Sherlock, Past Abuse, Parentlock, Dev. Rel., Idiots in Love, Suicidal Sherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Mollstrade, Coming Out, Love Confessions, Big Brother Mycroft, John’s Childhood, POV Alternating, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Hand Jobs) – After all they have been through, after all the heartbreak and desolation, John and Sherlock want to make their way back to each other, still convinced that friendship is all that can exist between them. Will there be a change of heart? Part 1 of the The Pains of Growing series

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton   (M, 115,279+ w., 33/38 Ch. || WiP || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – WORK IN PROGRESS – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor (E, 280,251 w., 73 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S4, Suicidal Ideations, Alcohol / Rx Drug Abuse, Coming Out / Bisexual John, Seizures, Past/Referenced/Implied Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Rehab, Celibacy, Sobriety / Relapse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, Nice /Not Anti-Mary, John’s POV, Parentlock, First Time, Angst, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending) – John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on. John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go. “It is what it is.” John Watson is what happens when what “it is” becomes too much to bear. This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

[gaygwenpool]

give me literally All Headcanon for that post for Mysterio p l e a s e (also, for the one of my choosing, whether or not you hc he commentates movies while watching them or insists on ABSOLUTE SILENCE)

:D!!! my sweet boy, BLESS you nonnie! 

◉ whether or not you hc he commentates movies while watching them or insists on ABSOLUTE SILENCE IS A FANTASTIC QUESTION IVE BEEN LITERALLY LAUGHIN ABOUT IT ALL DAY THANK YOU

   Both actually! if you try to comment on the plot or react to an actor, immediately you get rudely shushed with the most scorching glare because how DARE you, focus on the ~ART~ you heathen!!! but also the Moment a slightly more advanced special effect takes place, he is all hoppin on his seat excitedly explaining how it’s done and how genius that is, how would he improve on it and how another movie dealt with it, the dialogue for the big plot reveal goin on the screen be damned :’D Also as the movie advances, he starts gettin more and more into long passionate rants either complaining about the lack/surfeit of respect the creators got, how arrogant this one actor is and how he doesnt respect his cues and so on….. lots of the stuff he says is actually pretty interesting but yeah, if you counted on just enjoying the movie, tough luck 

   He really likes watchin movies with people but prefers to see the movie first on his own at least once, to really focus on it. Often, he will watch a movie in the livin room while others do their own thing and he will comment on the good scenes, however if you agreed to actually watch somethin with him and got distracted during screening or worse, was on your phone?? you are dead to him. (and you can expect some …unpleasant surprises in the upcoming days)   

im gonna put the rest under the readmore cuz this is gettin long ^^;;

[ask meme]

☾ - sleep headcanon

Beck is the UGLIEST sleeper, he is the worst. He snores loudly, drools, moves, KICKS, mumbles and has the most vivid wildest dreams. (it happens rarely but sometimes he’ll dream about somethin, wake up and for a while be convinced it actually happened, you know like when you dream about arguing with your friend and being mad at them the next day etc) On the other hand, sometimes, all his features relax, he loses the scowl and looks surprisingly peaceful and happy… oh and he hogs the blanket.  

His sleep schedule is a fuckin mess, he is able to go like the whole week on few hours of sleep total when he is workin on a project but other days he gets grumpy if he doesnt get his 10h of beauty sleep every night.. 

★ - sad headcanon

uhhh i dont actually have much sad stuff for this boy yet, he brings me so much joy that i dont have the heart for that :’’’D (also i like him and chameleon team ups and Dmitri brings enough angst to the table for the both of them)

He really actually died that one time and went to hell (though in Patchwork, im not gonna keep everythin about that Daredevil plot, i really like Mysti being dangerous and actually a worthy opponent but most of it was too fucked up for my tastes…) and well… it wasnt great :’D  it mostly targeted his insecurities about his own talent he buried so deep he almost stopped believing them, the lack of respect and recognition and him willingly throwing away any chance he had at those by becoming Mysterio and of course everything that happened with his ex Brick Johnson…

☆ - happy headcanon

blease consider: autistic Quentin !!!!!!

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

he doesnt have a hair trigger temper like Ock or Electro but Damn does this boy holds grudges over literally everything :’D lots of overcomplicated, carefully crafted revenge plots just for eating the last yogurt in the fridge… He gets frustrated easily, getting snappy and rude, especially if people are not listening to him, but it’s often about the pettiest things, the bigger stuff doesnt affect him as much.  

He doesnt enjoy violence for the sake of violence but he is not above it either, everythin is allowed for his big performance…… he can be quite a good n friendly boss if you listen to his orders and work well but can just as much set you up to die in an explosion, all while smiling and patting you on the back… 

✿ - Sex headcanon

my Mysterio is gay as hell but also somewhere on the ace spectrum… not sex-repulsed but definitely not a high drive either (he feels oddly smug about that, like look at those fools trying to get into each others’ pants, how pathetic, *I* in the meantime have time for things that Truly matter, like recreating every Xmen battle ever with only straws and gum.) 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

listen, i basically grew up on those “the entire villain team lives in a single place - shenanigans ensue” fics so im not givin up on the Sinister Six HQ, okay. (Chameleon usually finds them a suitable house with enough rooms, as luxurious as their current fonds allow, and he prides himself in putting in lil personal touches that he knows the sin six members would enjoy, for Quentin it’s often very obscure movies, rare memorabilia from his favorite ones, stuff for his illusions, a stolen Oscar…) 

 When these are unavailable (aka superheroes got them busted) or when he aint in the middle of a crime job, he usually stays at one of the Cham’s safehouses (with or without him) and in a few of them, he already has his own dedicated room with some of his fav old tricks on display. Speakin of which, he has a BIG warehouse with most of his setups and stages or at least models. He doesnt really plan on reusing them but he likes having them all together 

♡ - romantic headcanon

((jakjgkfajga im a loser and ended up shippin him with Chameleon and everythin i’ve thought off so far is EMBARRASSING AND CHEESY AS FUCK :’’’’D so im gonna leave those for another time))

Beck being an Extra Bitch he is, lives for the Big Romantic Gestures like in the movies and he often gets so caught up in the prep he.. kinda disregards the person he was makin it for, the making of the effect means more for him than  the actual sentiment behind it… 

(ok maybe One mysteleon hc, while it pains him, Quentin knows Chammy Would Not Enjoy being a target of such grand display… he gotta be more subtle, creating a scene where he could play in disguise and dupe some superheroes mayhaps…) 

♥ - family headcanon

like 99% of the villains and their grandma, his family wasnt great, mum left when he was very young with another guy, his dad considered his passion for movies a great waste of time and let lil Quentin know how disappointed he was at every occasion both vocally and physically.. After the first few broken models and ripped tapes with stop animations that took weeks to complete, Quentin stopped tryin to impress and convince his father about the greatness of special effects.. He joined a boxing club and learnt some other martial arts but as soon as he could, he left to join a proper film school which led to his father dropping both financing and all contact with him. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Im not even gonna start about Chameleon’s and Mysterio’s friendship because that shit is canon and i cry about it on a daily basis. 

Despite his penchant for Dramatics, the constant Need for Validation and Backstabbing and other Throwing Shit in the Fan just cuz it was narratively better, Quentin actually has quite a few friends? He gets along quite well with everyone from the Sin Six and many other villains and even has some ‘normie’ pals from the film industry or just neighborhood… 

One of his most surprising is actually Doc Ock with whom he gets along even outside of business partners/partners in crime basis. Though maybe not so surprising, Mysterio is quite vocal with his praises when he feels like they are deserved and Doc as well actually admires and recognizes Beck’s talent while it is still enough specific for him not to feel threatened in his superiority (once he tried to improve them and show them to Quentin with his usual arrogance and flair and that was the biggest fight they ever had and they werent on speaking terms for a loooong while after that… Oct cant stand not having the last word so he still modified some of Mysterio’s tricks even after that but he actually cares about their friendship enough to not tell Mysti about it.. Not like he would ever admit that to Quentin’s fishbowl face) 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

like 99% of everythin Mysti does is Somehow related to special effects/film or the Drama in general but my boy is a nerd in general, theater, books, comics, manga, roleplaying games, you name it. He especially likes flashy stuff obviously. 

He really enjoys learning new techniques and figuring out how to make something happen. When he was younger, he was viciously against CGI but later he started to sorta respect it as its own category that needs talent and effort… he still prefers to use the traditional techniques of course :’D (…as traditional as HYPNOTIZING PEOPLE WITH NEURAL GAZ IS) 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

He has a very Complicated relationship with the film industry……. on the one hand, he loves the behind the scenes, the rush, the Action…. but on the other hand, he hates it with a fiery passion, everythin from how you get treated like dirt and the pretentious prizes being awarded just for the Big names and hollywood and everythin turning around the money an-…., he has a very long list and it is alphabetized. (While he has a point for many of those complaints, the fact HE himself never got any pretentious award remains probably the main issue…) 

he absolutely despises people making fun of D-grade shitty movies in the “this shitty horror is so cheesy and dumb it’s funny and i love it” way, either because the people workin on it were good and trying their best but the money or the producers etc ruined it (his experience) and then it’s an unfair critique or because the creators just didnt try hard enough and that’s even worse in his books and this movie should not get Any Attention much less a positive one.. 

he likes complaining and being snarky :’D he enjoys the challenge Spidey sets for them and loves playing tag with him (even when he loses..) He loves the prep before his big shows both alone or with help, the adrenalin when actually pulling it off and when he discusses it with Cham in details. He lives for the applause and recognition and ~Fame~ 

▼ - childhood headcanon

not as much as hc as adopting the Webspinners’ aproach: he spent most of his childhood daydreaming, hiding himself behind the stories and special effects….. not many friends aside from Betsy but he didnt really need them, he wanted audience not pals.. In the film school he started to be more social and communicative, he met Brick there and they started goin out… 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

hhhhh im conflicted, there are like 3 comics where Q is retired because he has enough of superheroes beating him up and he Really doesnt want to go back to it.. I cant see him actually givin up on it totally tho… idk idk

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Like with sleep, it oscillates wildly. He can forget to eat when he is hypefocusin on a particular project (one single chip suffices as nourishment) or he just subsides on ramen for a month but on the other hand he is quite a capable cook. Nothing Extraordinary but he can make enough diverse simple meals. When livin with Chammy, they both enjoy eating out so they do that as much as the budget allows (so not that much, illusions arent cheap…) 

☼ - appearance headcanon

im still thinkin about that one post that described Quentin as a “toenail of a man” and i couldnt agree more :’D very short, pig nose, hairstyle à la Spock, stocky built and weirdly beefy, like this guy’s thigh is bigger than some heads… (for a nerd he is surprisingly strong what the fuck) 

All Mysterios are Good Mysterios but my preferred ones have a bigass ROUND fishbowl, the longest cape and somethin as a belt, preferably sash.. 

ൠ - random headcanon

he actually isnt….. that great of an actor nor director nor creator………………….. (im sorry baby i love you but it’s tru….) he unconsciously copies a lot of stuff he has seen elsewhere, he follows overused tropes, his work is packed with cliches and cheesy over the top pathos… his special effects mastery n creativity with workin out his illusions is absolutely INCREDIBLE dont get me wrong, it’s just… the plot/ideas……..  at first he lived in denial about this still believing 100% his work is Wonderful and Perfect and he is just a misunderstood author… later he decided to embrace it and he is livin the life now :D

[fuanteinasekai]

Ur posts made me realize just how unintentionaly insensitive Taki is about Natsume especially compared to Tanuma & how the anime keeps erasing it. Tanuma who's as slender as Natsume,just taller, was added to Takis episode where Kai thought Natsume was after him & his friends called him names like beanpole which depressed Natsume. Tanuma & Taki laughed at him but in the manga it was only Taki. Tanuma however in Shibata chapter was: Natsume is not a beanpole! at same time Natsume defended him too

Feel better soon! A moment toned down & cut in half is, 1st time Natsume teased Tanuma & Tanuma teased right back in ch 66-67. Anime is more gentle,Natsume is sweet & Tanuma is mostly suprised & little embarassed. Manga Natsume's expression is priceless, SMIRK, & Tanuma's too, "somehow that really pisses me off". Then Tanuma's teasing, his HEH~ looked very pleased that the girl run away from Natsume & he also blushed along with Natsume who was flustered.Ofc they cut it, but its about women too?

Hello, nonnies, I hope it’s okay I put these together! I felt they were sort of related.

First of all, I forgot but you’re right, Nonny1! Taki really did think that was hilarious. She’s literally shaking, trying to hold in her laughter. At least she tried? But this is a great example of how Taki was never the delicate, sensitive flower the anime tries to make her. Cookies ≠ delicate.

Kai is apologizing here for calling Natsume “a pervert, a beansprout, and a cutting board.” (The depression part was earlier.) It’s really kinda genuinely terrible? Tanuma has teased Natsume before, so I don’t want to completely rule out him laughing at something this absurd, but you’re right he also got offended at a very similar insult: Shibata’s ひょろひょろ is a variation on Kai’s friends’ ひょろ男. The former means “tall and skinny” in a gangly, awkward way, and the second means the same thing but attached to the word for “male”. So basically, “scrawny” vs “scrawny-boy.” This is what was translated as “beanpole.” It’s actually quite sweet that they got offended on each other’s behalf, isn’t it? Natsume is very sensitive to the “skinny” remarks, but he was more upset at the idea that they were directed at Tanuma.

Interestingly, I feel like this story was actually peak Natsume/Taki. It had that scene where Natsume was watching Kai with Taki, and wondered whether he would “ever come to care for people earnestly” or “ever be able to make a family.” He clearly doesn’t come to any conclusion about who he would do that with, but given the context of Taki and Kai, it’s easy to see how it might be subtextually pointing at Taki as future wife.

But that never goes anywhere, and the further the manga gets along after this, the more Taki sort of… retreats relative to Tanuma.

In fact, the timing of this is really interesting to me, because it’s literally the very next story after Tanuma’s special. In the author’s notes for that special, Midorikawa-sensei describes the way Tanuma and Natsume don’t exactly behave according to plan:

久しぶりに田沼の話です。もうすっかりつうかあの中になってると思って描き始めてみたら思っていたより二人ともモジモジしていました。笑ってあたりさわりのない話をする夏目は描き慣れているのですが咄嗟の判断をしそこなう夏目が描けて楽しかったです。妖に関わってる時の夏目は田沼のところに来ないので、必然的に描く機会の少ないキャラクターですが描けてよかったです。

“It’s been a while since we had a Tanuma story. I thought [Tanuma and Natsume] would already be on completely the same wavelength, but when I tried to start drawing [the story] they were both more shy than I thought. I’m used to drawing a Natsume who smiles and takes care not to offend, but I enjoyed being able to draw a Natsume who makes bad snap judgments. Natsume doesn’t visit Tanuma when he’s involved with yōkai, so I was glad to be able to draw a character that I inevitably don’t get many chances to draw.”

Yes, you read that correctly. She literally started the story without realizing how awkward they were going to be. Makes me wonder what the original story was going to be. Oh, and モジモジ means “hesitant” or “restlessly unable to do things one wants to, due to reserve or embarrassment.” I thought “shy” was more natural in this context. It’s very similar to the concept of そわそわ “restlessness” in that trolly post-Omibashira author’s note, but more appropriate for boys who haven’t known each other long. Also, the “not on the same wavelength” is the same. So really, that later note is basically an update saying ��STILL AWKWARD. STILL NOT ACKNOWLEDGING WHY.”

Anyway.

Considering the timing, and considering how much the above reads like a crush, part of me can’t help but wonder if the Taki and Kai scene was an experiment by Midorikawa-sensei to see whether she could get another character to compete with that tone without forcing it. (She couldn’t.)

@Nonny2: Thank you! I’m feeling much better now. 

I hadn’t re-watched the whole ep for comparison, so I had missed that the second part was gone. So much lost! Manga Tanuma almost looks like he thinks it’s cute that Natsume can’t handle children, though technically he’s snerking. It’s the same face (and sound) Natsume makes when he goes “pfft” at Taki’s cross-dressing photo.

For what it’s worth, the dialog in that “You’re really popular, Tanuma” scene is actually the same, though as you say the anime softened up the delivery. Anime Natsume almost looks shy, but Manga Natsume looks evil! lol The scanlators and the subtitlers just handled the translation differently. (The official manga translation… didn’t even try. ) A couple of things: 

The word Natsume uses for “popular” is モテる. This is slightly untranslatable as there is no direct English equivalent. The literal meaning is similar to “you’ve really got it” and it denotes a specific type of popularity. There’s a character in another manga who translates this himself as being “BIG.” It’s a really funny scene where it’s translated this way, but the point is モテる is kind of a rock star sort of popularity. It’s generally associated with the opposite sex due to heteronormativity, but even outside of that it can refer to non-sexual popularity as long as there’s a suggestion that people make a fuss over you. In this context, I think it’s clear that Natsume is pulling on the heteronormative meaning because, well… He’s basically saying “You’re really popular with the ladies!” except the ladies are Tanuma’s aunt and a grandmotherly figure. Little snot. haha

The part where the translations diverge is 腹立つ which literally means, er, your stomach is rising. “Get angry” is the default translation (think of the way your stomach clenches when something sets you off), but in context I think it makes more sense to go with “to be offended.” 

So:

“You’re really popular with ladies, Tanuma.” [Evil Smirk]“Uggghhhh. That’s kind of offensive.” *Note “ugh” is actually “crap” but it doesn’t flow as well in English.

It’s basically the equivalent of saying “you’re a jerk” to a friend who’s messing with you, but just to acknowledge their teasing and not because you’re actually mad.

It reminds me of someone—I don’t remember who—saying that you know a Japanese person is your friend when they start making fun of you. We really don’t see a lot of that with others, do we? He’s comfortable enough to bicker with Nishimura and laugh when he’s ridiculous, and Taki is arguably teasing when she gives him his Awkward Photo where he’s “dressed up all cute.” But I can’t remember him actively teasing anyone but Tanuma. Natsume’s so used to trying to be super-polite to appease everyone, he must be really stepping outside of his comfort zone to take a social risk like that. It really shows how much they trust each other.

[bughead-fic-request]

Seven Minutes in Purgatory: with your enemy who you have slight sexual tension and you figure out if you are going to fight or make out

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Summary: Betty finds herself playing a round of seven minutes in heaven after lying about her crush for years.

Words: 2,102

Warnings: A really tasteless joke about Sylvia Plath, spoilers for the graphic novel The Watchmen, kissing and fluff

A/N: Sorry nonnie, this isn’t a fighting kind of fic. This feels like it could be an AU outtake from The Stacks. I’m also experimenting with a clean cut version of Jughead. This isn’t the best, I’m not happy with the ending but I’m working shit out and I also edited this myself so there is probably errors. 

Betty Cooper did not want to be in Archie Andrews basement playing seven minutes in heaven. She felt like she was too old for this silly game. They were seniors in high school, most of them were already having sex, a little kissing was nothing.

But Betty was not like most of her senior classmates. She knew that kissing whoever she had to kiss that night would be a very big deal considering there was only one person in that circle she really wanted to kiss.

She had done a good job of hiding her feelings for the past three and a half years. At any sleepover she found herself at she always admitted to having a big fat crush on Archie; the gorgeous, red-headed quarterback that took every girls breath away. It was common knowledge that Betty was into Archie. Quiet, kind, blonde Betty Cooper loved the hottest guy in school. It was a joke and Betty was fine with that just as long as no one knew who she truly pined for.

Archie loved to tease Betty about it and he loved the way her gaze made him feel. Betty may not have been popular but she was beautiful. The type of girl all the guys ignored but everyone secretly had wet dreams about. Archie loved flaunting himself in front of her. He liked stringing her along, making her squirm, making her sweat whenever he was near.

But Betty was a very good liar.

She knew what the girls at her school were like; they were cruel and would tease, taunt and torture her about her crush. So Betty had to hide the truth, make something up to get them off her back but the truth was she had no interest in Archie.

Her real crush was the raven haired best friend of said quarterback, Jughead Jones.

Archie and Jughead’s friendship made no sense. Jughead didn’t play sports, he wasn’t vulgar, he wasn’t obnoxious but instead was a straight A student like Betty. He was the head editor for the school newspaper, head of the debate team and student body president. He also volunteered at an animal shelter part time.

Ever since his father, Forsythe Pendleton, turned his troubled life around and became mayor of Riverdale, Jughead had a dream of becoming the president. He had a knockout smile, dressed well and had a magnetic charisma. It was probably the reason Archie and he got along so well. People were drawn to both of them but for very different reasons.

Betty’s crush on Jughead didn’t come out of no where. She always noticed how handsome he was but had no reason to ever speak to him. Not until one afternoon she saw him at the Riverdale Public Library.

It was the beginning of their sophomore year, he was sitting at the same table as her on the opposite side and at the other end. Betty had finished her homework a while ago and was reading for pleasure.

Jughead was reading The Watchmen. He was hunched over the book, his arms straining against his dress shirt. He had been working out with Archie and it was starting to show. His hair had fallen out of place and it bobbed in front of his face while he took in the material.

“Are you liking that?” Betty asked, finally gaining the courage to do so.

Jughead startled and looked at Betty with wide eyes. “What?” He replied.

“Are you liking The Watchmen?” She asked again clarifying .

Jughead flashed a dazzling smile. “Um,” he ran his hand through his hair pushing it all back into place. “I like it but I think I’m too much of an optimist to identify with it. I think there are other ways to unite us and make the world better.” His smile grew. “It’s still really interesting though.”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you. I think Moore’s right, we won’t stop trying to kill each other until there is a threat bigger than each other.” Betty looked away from him and wished the creeping flush in her cheeks would go away.  

“What are you reading?” He asked move down a chair.

A giggle escaped Betty’s lips. “The Bell Jar.” She looked over at him and laughed.

“I hear that Sylvia Plath has a very sunny disposition.” Jughead joked.

“Yeah but just don’t leave her alone in the kitchen.” Betty immediately made a noise of disgust and her whole body flinched at her stupid joke. “That’s so offensive. I don’t know why I said that.” She shook her head bringing her hand to her cheek to soothe her embarrassment.

He laughed. “I’m Jughead Jones.” He said holding out his hand to her moving down to sit across from her.

“I know.” She grinned. “I’m Betty Cooper.” She took his hand in hers.

“I know, you are the only person who has a better grade point average than me. If it wasn’t for you I’d be at home in my hot tub with all the honeys.” He made the same face of disgust Betty had made earlier. “I don’t have any honeys. Women aren’t objects. I’m sorry.” He looked away from her his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

Betty laughed and that’s where their friendship began. They didn’t really acknowledge each other at school and Betty tried to ignore all the girls that flirted with him. She tried to not to feel hurt when he took other girls to dances and she never asked him about the only girlfriend he ever had, Ethyl Muggs. She couldn’t be jealous; she spent years in silence when she could have easily said something.

They carried on their library friendship, helping each other with homework, exchanging favorite books and eventually talking about their other likes and personal lives.

“You know I can help you with Archie, you know that right?” Jughead told her as they looked for a book the librarian swore they had.

“I know,” she rolled her eyes. “You’ve offered many times.”

“I know but it must suck pining over someone for years and nothing ever happening.” He told her pulling out a book to look at its cover and putting it back.

“It’s okay, I’m not really interested in Archie anymore. I got over it.” She crouched down and raised a book up to him with an interesting cover. “Have you read this?” She asked.

Jughead shook his head. “So you’re just over him, just like that?” He questioned.

“Well, if I’m being honest, I never liked him. I just said that to get Veronica and her ghouls off my back.” Betty stood up and threw her arms up in frustration. “It’s not here.” She placed her hands on her hips.

“So you’ve had no crushes all through high school?” Jughead took a step towards her pushing up the sleeves of his shirt.

“I didn’t say that.” Betty glared at him.

“Do I know him?” He teased with a cocked eyebrow.

“You don’t not know him.” Betty tried to walk past him but he caught her by the wrist.

“Who is it Betty?” He interrogated.

She could feel her cheeks start to grow hot. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not a big deal.” She shook her head.

“Is it me?” He joked poking her in the side.

Betty looked away from him and her entire face went red.

Jughead read her reaction and his demeanour changed. “Is it me?”

Betty shifted uncomfortably in the aisle trying to break away from him. “Jug, please. It’s not,” she sighed. “I’ve dealt with it for this long, I know you’re not into me. Its fine.” She smoothed out her ponytail still not looking at him.

“Bets.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her flush against him.

She finally looked at him with confusion in her eyes as she tried to understand what he was doing.

He took in the look on her face and leaned in, his lips lightly brushing against hers.

“I found it!” The librarian, Mrs. Downey, exclaimed coming around the corner.

Betty and Jughead stepped away from each other awkwardly rubbing the back of their necks. “Thanks so much, Mrs. Downey.” Jughead took a step forward and grabbed the book from her as Betty fled, gathering her things and leaving the library as fast as she could.

That was a week ago and now Jughead was sitting across from her while Veronica Lodge taunted her, encouraging her to spin the bottle.

With a sigh Betty leaned forward and spun the bottle praying that it would land on anyone other than Archie. Seven minutes alone with Cheryl Blossom would be better than her arrogant pretend crush.

Betty closed her eyes and took a swig of her beer regretting to agree to come, regretting to agree to play the game. She heard the bottle stop and Archie laughed.

“Sorry Betty, these lips are going to have to elude you for another round. My boy Jug is just gonna have to do.” Archie teased.

Betty opened her eyes and looked up to see Jughead making his way across the circle, his hand outstretched to her. “Lets go.” He said motioning his head towards the old wood panelled closet in the 70’s styled basement.

Betty took his hand and headed over to the closet handing her half finished Corona to Veronica.  Jughead ushered her in before him and closed the door.

They stared at each other in the faint glow of the low watt bulb that swung overhead. They both took deep breaths, the tension between them palpable.

“Hi.” Betty said.

“Hi.” Jughead replied as he took a step towards her, staggering for just a moment before he pushed her against the wall, his lean, warm, muscular body pressing against hers as their lips met.

Betty breathed the kiss in, her palms flat against the wall as his hands rested on her hips, his thumbs sneaking under her shirt rubbing small circles into the bare skin there. He tasted like the rum he had been drinking and he smelled like the Old Spice body wash he had been using since they met.

Jughead broke the kiss, catching his breath and resting his forehead against hers. “I have wanted to do that for so long.” He smiled.

“For the whole week you’ve known I liked you?” Betty joked.

He looked at her. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you told that stupid Sylvia Plath joke all those years ago.” He admitted.

“What about Ethyl? What about the girls you’ve dated?” She asked trying to catch her breath.

“As much as I wish I hadn’t done this, I dated them to dull my want for you. It never worked, that’s why none of my relationships worked out.” He admitted.

Betty’s eyes went wide. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He questioned.

“Because I thought you were into Archie.” He shrugged.

Her head fell back and she let out a growl of frustration. “I gotta worse at lying.” She reprimanded herself. She righted herself and looked at him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him toward her.

They kissed, his lips were slightly chapped from the cold weather but still felt perfect against hers. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies innocently as the realization that this was finally happening set in for both of them. He pushed himself closer to her, nudging her knees apart with his own, edging closer to a spot where no other person had ever touched her.

“Jug, I’m a - I mean I haven’t.” Betty began to stutter.

Jughead couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. “Betty, we have like 45 seconds left in this closet, that’s not enough time to do that.”

Betty’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Cheryl said it only takes about 30 seconds.”

“Well, I feel bad for Cheryl cause she’s been having some terrible sex.” He joked.

“And you’re not a-“ Betty trailed off.

Jughead shook his head. “No, Ethyl.”

Betty nodded and tilted her face back up to kiss him just as the door flew open and Archie, Veronica and Cheryl stood at the threshold.

Betty and Jughead looked over at them slowly, still embraced. “Hey guys, what’s up?” Jughead said.

“What the fuck bro? She’s into me!” Archie exclaimed.

“I’m really not.” Betty told him. “Sorry bro.” She added with a wink.

Jughead grinned. “If you guys could give us another seven minutes that would be great.” He said leaning over to close the door and he and Betty picked up were they left off.