#and i can answer asks / but not drawing requests. Off drawing atm to focus on projects

[sunlit-mess]

HI HELLO YOU CAN ANSWER THIS WHEN YOU’RE OFF HIATUS OR WHATEVER, BUT WHAT IS THE SONG FROM THE LYRICS IN THAT ONE ELDRITCH LUCIFER POST, I CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE AND IM GOING CRAZYYYY- (anyway good art)

[subbyboymax]

I want to ask you all of them 🙈🙈

So why won’t you ask all of them? Huh anon?

Jk I love you whoever you are. As requested:

1. Zodiac sign 

Taurus. I don’t really pay much attention to zodiac stuff but I’ve heard from friends that I fit the stereotypes somewhat.

2. Sexual orientation 

This is hard because I’m kinda questioning atm, but I would say I like women and identify as NB using male pronouns which I personally feel is accurate to me, but I still am unsure myself what that actually means. I am still figuring myself out.

3. Relationship status 

Single and honestly looking. I’ve had one girlfriend in high school and I’ve had romantic interests since but I have such low self confidence that I end up being too nervous to really pursue a relationship.

4. Someone you miss 

My friend Rebekah. I miss her a lot. She’s like a sister to me.

5. Person who’s arms you’d like to be in 

Hmmmmmmmmm... anyone really...

6. What you find attractive in Men/Women? 

Typically I find personality attractive and looks don’t really matter, but usually someone’s smile and eyes draw my attention the most.

7. How tall are you? 

5’7 or ~170cm but I wish I was more smol.

8. What you love about yourself? 

Already answered

9. What you’re doing tomorrow? 

I’m probably going to exercise and play games with my gaming clan.

10. What are your future plans? 

My goal is to become an electrician, but I also want to go to various Asian countries and try to improve my Asian cooking by studying the food culture all over east asia.

11. Your last night out in detail?

Oh god I don’t even remember the last time I was out at night... I guess it was last year when I had my heart broken and I went to a really nice bar and spent $200 on alcohol and was GONE. Never again. Ended up being hung over for the first time in my life.

12. Your favorite book? 

Hmm... favorite book(s) would have to be the Ranger’s Apprentice series of books. Good story, good characters.

13. All of pets you’ve ever had?

I’ve had so many pets I could make a whole post about them and may do that later.

14. Something that changed your life? 

Unfortunately too many things have happened to change my life more than I would like. I still can’t really answer this question fully.

15. Do you remember your last dream?

I was basically playing a game that turned out to be an isekai and I basically had a SMG and had to fight off a dragon. Shit was weird but very vivid. It’s weird because I don’t particularly like guns or dangerous stuff in general. 

16. What your last text message says? 

“Keep me posted! We should meet up and have a toast to it!” was sent to my friend Renè, who has been my best friend since birth pretty much. Our parents were close while they were pregnant with us and we are practically brothers. He’s getting a house near where I live and we will live in the same state for the first time since we were 8 years old. Obviously we will social distance but we still had to celebrate and see each other to mark the occasion.

17. Do you respect your government and the way your country is run? 

Absolutely not. Please vote biden if you live in the US. Even if you hate the idea of voting for biden, he’s better than trump. If hillary had won, she would have been putting her third justice on the supreme court. Biden is the only chance for our freedom and for the freedom of many people. I am terrified of 4 more years of trump.

18. Where you would like to live? 

South Florida, where I was born.

19. Your  favorite flavor of ice cream?

Depends on my mood, but typically strawberry.

20. Last thing you ate?

Pizza that was left over from last night. 

21. Which swear word do you use the most? 

Fuck. Like I use it so much it’s stupid.

22. Your plans for summer?

Heh... plans...

23. Any upcoming concerts?

Bruh if only. Like I work as an usher and as a stagehand, so if any concerts were happening at all I would JUMP for joy. And I am CHONK so jumping is not exactly the most comfortable thing to do. 

24. Something that you’re proud of?

That I am finally committing to getting therapy for my long list of traumas. 

25. Do you still talk to your first crush?

I wish I could, but she’s not part of my life anymore, sadly. She was a good friend. 

26. What language do you want to learn? 

Japanese, because I really have a strong interest in their history and culture and want to go sightseeing there someday.

27. Where have you lived before?

Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and St. Louis, Missouri.  

28. Eye color?

I think it’s green or something but it changes depending on the light because it’s sometimes more silvery idk.

29. Favorite style of clothing?

Traditional Japanese formal wear. It’s always been an interest of mine. 

30. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

All of one minute to throw on an outfit and get socks on. I wish I had an eye for fashion but hopefully if I ever have a partner, they will help me with my style choices a bit lol. 

31. Where did you go today?

Nowhere, because pandemic lmao. 

32. Where are you right now?

In my room wishing I could have cuddles. 

33. How many countries have you visited?

None because money is not exactly a thing we have an abundance of.

34. Something old?

What does this mean? I guess I have my great grandfather’s old stamp collection. 

35. Something new?

Hell if I know, I’ve had nothing new in months.

36. Something inherited?

My laptop.

37. Is death more scary than life? 

Hell no. Death is easy. Life is scary and overwhelming but it’s worth living the life you have. You only lose out on life by dying before your time. You gain nothing in death, despite it being less scary and uncertain than living is. Keep living to experience everything you can and have no regrets once you do pass on.

38. Experience you’ll never forget?

The time my high school crush complimented my hair in physics class. I get very few compliments and I never feel that attractive so I hardly focus on my appearance but I had brushed my hair that day and the fact she commented on it made me smile very wide.

39. What’s your favorite part about today so far?

Honestly today has sucked and I have been dealing with depression but I am trying to stay positive. Hopefully the answer to this question changes later today! 

40. Who is your hero?

My Great-Grandmother. She was part of my life until I was 17 and she taught me that kindness and compassion is the most important trait for a human to have. She was the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life. 

41. Are you happy with where you live?

I love this house, but it’s definitely not perfect and I would love to have my own place someday. 

42. Do you like your handwriting? 

Ew no it looks like alien language. It’s so bad. I can barely read my own writing.

43. What do you wear to bed?

Typically just underwear, or in the winter I will wear a T-shirt and fleecy pants.

44. Tea or coffee?

Tea

45. Chocolate or Vanilla? 

Chocolate hands down. It’s such a varied flavor imo. 

46. Are you excited for anything?

Being okay someday. 

47. How late did you stay up last night and why? 

Midnight because sleep is hard.

48. What’s your ringtone?

I’m boring and keep my phone on vibrate so no ringtone.

49. Did you have a dream last night?

Yes, I said it earlier. 

50. What keeps you going each day?

Honestly no fucking idea lmao.

51. Picture of yourself?

You’ll have to DM me for that one, friendo. Anons get no face pics!

Also for the other people who sent in asks, I saw them, but I figured I could just use this ask to consolidate and not spam posts. Thank all of you for sending in asks, you are the best <3

[pinkykitten]

Mission Fail

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x starforce! female reader

Warning: violence, blood

Specifics: romance, fighting, one-shot, fluff, race neutral reader, 2 for the price of 1!!!!!!!!!

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers, minerva, some skrull people 

Words: 1,741

Requested: By anon Could you do a Yon-Rogg x reader imagine? Like where the reader goes on a mission with Yon but is then kidnapped, but breaks out and gets back to him. 

and

@fortheloveoflamp Hello! May I please request a Yon-Rogg x reader, where they are very close (and they secretly like each other) but he’s the unemotional robot so the reader doesn’t know. One day she gets injured pretty badly, and he mends her up, being all “you need to be more careful,” type of stuff and ends up spilling the beans by like saying “I need you to stick around” or something along those lines. Not a confession but not a cover-up. And it’s just really cute but also a lil angsty? Thank you so much!!

Authors Note: so i was gonna post yesterday but there was a issue with my house and yada yada yada i couldnt so im sorry for that but im happy i got to post today. my requests r closed atm cuz i wanna do something special for avengers soon so be aware of that when that comes out. also i thought of why not add two requests to 1 fic so i did and this is what came out of that. this is my first yon-rogg fic so i do hope u like it! 

“Do you remember the mission y/n?” Yon-Rogg was persistent in asking you this question. You were more of the rebel of the group and took precautions lightly. 

You groaned as you turned around sassily at Yon-Rogg, “yes commander I heard you like the 40th time. I get what we’re supposed to do.”

“Then I should suspect you do it with excellency and remember to be on the lookout.”

You raised your brow and placed your hands on Yon-Rogg’s arms, “aww are you worried for me? Do I feel an emotion coming on?” Yon-Rogg gives you a stern look of warning and you give up with a sigh. You sit in your seat in the ship and wait till you arrive to the planet. 

Vers and Minerva tried to stealthily motion over to you. Minerva with a knowing look and Vers wearing a smirk on her face. 

“So y/n, you and Yon-Rogg. Whats that all about?” 

“Yeah you two seem so suspicious lately,” Minerva crossed her arms, awaiting an answer. You rolled your eyes, “wouldn’t you two like to know?”

Both of their mouths flew open and you laughed at their expression and idea that there was something between you and the commander. “You guys I’m joking! He’s my commander, my boss, I can’t do that to him. Also, there is nothing going on between us, so whatever fantasy you two have please erase it. Oh and did you guys forget that we’re not allowed to have emotions? Please do be careful with that, especially around him.”

They both looked down seeming sad that the love they thought you two had was a mistake. 

“I still can dream though!” Vers shouted as she ran away before you can disagree with her on that. 

Unknown to you all Yon-Rogg was present and listening to that whole conversation. Why did he feel distraught when you said that your relationship with him was strictly business? He could feel himself drawing further away from the strict rules he was to obey. No emotions. Trying to shake the thought and feeling away he looked at the screen of the monitor. It indicated that they were on the planet. “Alright we’re here! For the good of all Kree! ”

As the whole crew exits the ship everyone spreads out to cover more land and to take in any Skrulls. 

“Okay lets all spread out, you y/n you’ll join me.” Yon-Rogg ordered as he stepped closer to you and grasped your arm. You could hear the chuckle of the other members as they saw how protective Yon-Rogg was over you. 

You felt that same way about him but tried to keep your feelings at bay so as not to have emotions. “As much as I would love to fight with you Commander I think I’m better off by myself.”

Yon-Rogg’s face became of annoyance as he wanted you to stick with him. He was about to intervene and order you some more but you fled the scene and gave the rest of the crew a wave of goodbye.

As you rounded around a huge boulder to get a better view of the Skrulls you paused to check up on them some more. “Finally, now Yon-Rogg can see what I’m capable of.” All this time you wanted to prove to him that you had what it takes to be in the Starfroce.

You took out your gun as you saw the Skrulls more in your vision but as you were about to pull the trigger you heard a rustle of the leaves behind you and saw a Skrull. You stood up quick and you were about to shoot him when another one punched you behind the head and made you go limp. The last thing you heard was the rest of the crew crying out your name, especially Yon-Rogg.

You were taken to a mini base on the planet, just far away from where the ship that you were in parked. 

“We need to get them in a trap. I know for certain they will go after this girl and when they do we will be here,” one of the Skrulls said as he watched the monitor with an evil smirk. 

You were taken captive, your arms and legs were cuffed to a metal bed. You could feel the sting on the back of your head from the punch earlier. “Yep thats gonna need stitches,” you thought as you looked around your settings, trying to find a way out. 

“Oh she’s awake.”

Your brows furrowed and you tried to untie yourself from the cuff, “what do you want with me?” You barked as you snarled to the enemies faces. 

“We don’t want you, we want your leader. We want to make you Kree pay, and be no more!”

You smirked and chuckled, “you think you’ll get rid of us that easily. You’re badly mistaken. We’ll always keep coming and taking you down no matter what. Its what you deserve.”

The Skrull stood quiet, shaking his head, “you don’t know everything.”

“Let me go now!”

The Skrull ignored you and turned around sitting by the monitor. You had to think fast on an escape plan. Seeing that your gun was far away and you were tied you quickly threw that idea away. You saw a guard sitting very close by near you fast asleep. You looked around you and then up and saw the perfect item. You stretched your neck and with your teeth bought the stick down that was atop the shelf above your head. You kept the stick on your mouth but quickly paused when you heard more shuffling of the Skrulls feet. They seemed to not focus on you and walked right by. You continued with your plan. Using the stick you point the stick, with your mouth at the guard and put the stick so that the ring or the chain that the key was on went around the stick. With more than one try you successfully got the key on the stick. You brought it to your hand and used the key to unlock the cuffs. (i know i say stick so many times in this sentence just like bear🐻with me and again im sorry) 

“Yes,” you whispered in victory as you hopped off the bed. You tip toed out of the room but accidentally bumped into a guard. 

“Wha-what do you think you’re doing?”

“Ugh using the bathroom!” You scrambled to your feet and ran as fast as you could. You could hear the guard call to the other Skrulls and soon there were a whole flock of them after you. 

“I wanted to be by myself I said, I wanted to prove myself I said!” Next thing you knew they started shooting their guns at you, left to right. You dodged all the attacks and as you turned a corner your face met with a hard chest. 

“Y/n?” A familiar voice called to you. As you stood up you saw Yon-Rogg. Happy to see him you hug him and whisper his name. You quickly realize that you are not supposed to do that and unwrap yourself from him. Before you could apologize Yon-Rogg grabs your hand and guides you and him out of the battle. More shots are fired and Yon-Rogg stands in your way so if by any chance a blast would hit him instead of you. 

You two make it out and jump into the Starforce ship. 

You were out of breath, holding onto the ships walls for dear life. You could tell Yon-Rogg was angry. “I told you to be with me. Why didn’t you listen?”

You opened your mouth, about to say something when you could see that privacy was not really happening at this moment. Everyone was looking at you two. “I would like to speak with you commander, alone.”

Yon-Rogg nodded as he understood. 

You opened the door to a tiny room with a bed and sat on the bed. 

“Okay, explain,” Yon-Rogg gave the commandment as if he were talking sternly to a little kid. 

“You know I’m not a little child. I get why you are so angry but I had my reasons.”

“Which were?”

You bit your lip and thought about what if you told him the truth, what if he thought you were being naive or stupid? Yon-Rogg sat by you and looked directly into your eyes, “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I just wanted to prove myself to you. I wanted to show you what I was capable of and that I was meant to be on this team. But instead I’ve just made a fool out of myself.” You peered down, disappointed with yourself. 

Yon-Rogg lifted you face up, “Y/n you didn’t need to do any of that stuff. I already knew you were extraordinary. You are meant to be on this team, you’re meant to be here. I had full faith in you.” He gave you a cheerful smile and this led you to want more of him like this, vulnerable. You were seeing a different side of him. Yon-Rogg caught himself before he could go any further and got off the bed and stood up, serious. “Um, well I just, are you okay?”

You were about to nod when you felt the cold feeling of your blood dripping down your neck. You shuddered and touched it with your fingertips. As you brought it to your eyes they were coated with dark, deep red liquid. (yeah thats called blood ms.writer. jeesh!) Yon-Rogg was worried, afraid if you were seriously hurt. “I need to take care of that.”

Yon-Rogg took part of his armor off and collected the first aid kit. He took part of your armor off so you could be comfortable and laid you down to work behind your head. Once he was finished he bandaged you up and sat by the bed while you laid it in, getting better. 

“You need to be more careful.”

Shrugging you give a light chuckle and placed your hand on his arm, “I’ll try next time.”

“I’m serious y/n, we...I need you to stick around.” Yon-Rogg placed his hand on top of yours. Signifying he cares for you, truthfully. You beam with a smile and start to close your eyes, exhausted. Just enjoying the presence of him there beside you and knowing that he will always be there to protect you. 

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[fullmetalscullyy]

Hey! Idk if you're taking requests atm but if you are, is there any way you'd be able to do a royai fic where Riza finds Roy unconscious and bloody? I'm in need of some hurt/comfort Royai huhu 💞

ask and ye shall receive oh how i love hurt/comfort royai so thank you for the ask anon  💞 💞 💞

also apologies for the lack of world building but tbh i just wanted some hurt/comfort royai

Riza entered the store the Colonel had gone on ahead to search. The crime scene tape fluttered as she lifted it over her head. The place was eerily silent, so she placed one hand on the gun at her hip as a precaution.

“Sir?” she called into the store, but there was no answer. Brow furrowing, she continued her search at a slower pace, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Something wasn’t right here, but she didn’t know what. He should be in the store. Why wasn’t he answering her?

Instinctively she ducked when a gunshot rang out. Her heart stopped for a second, stomach dropping. Another rang out, the bullet hitting the wood of the empty display case she was hiding behind. Riza dove behind another, rolling to a stop at the back of the room. Her spine ramrod straight and pressed against the wood, she strained her ears to listen for any movements.

However, she was stopped short when she saw a black mop of hair on the floor, the face turned away from her.

Her stomach dropped even further, right past her toes.

Another shot rang out and she rolled into the back room where her superior officer was lying prone, a large red puddle of blood underneath him as it oozed out of his leg.

“Sir?!” she whispered frantically, shaking his shoulder for a response. There was none. “Shit.” She checked his pulse. It was there, but it was weak. Rolling him over carefully she made sure not to jostle his injured leg too much, she kept an eye out for any other injuries. Not seeing anything, she let out a little sigh of relief. However, it was short lived as another shot rang out.

“Havoc!” she hissed into the earpiece.

“We’re already on our way!” he shouted in her ear. “We heard the shots.”

“The Colonel is down,” she swallowed.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Okay, we’ll take care of the shooters. Stay inside! Keep under cover. We’ll be in as soon as we can.”

“Thank you, Havoc,” she breathed in relief. The adrenaline from earlier was beginning to wear off and her limbs were shaking as she placed her hands over the Colonel’s wound, putting pressure on it. Despite the continued gunfire outside she felt slightly better that the team was behind her and on their way.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” she asked him, one hand running over his body to try and discern if there were any other wounds she needed to take care of. The back room of the store was shielded from the door to outside, so she felt relatively safe enough to check him over. Her senses were still on high alert as the team engaged with whoever was trying to kill them and she heard it in her ear. Havoc’s voice came through as he took charge, barking orders to the rest of them.

“Sir!” she called slightly louder after no response.

He groaned and Riza had never heard a better sound.

“Sir? Are you with me?” she asked, grabbing a jacket she’d found hanging on a hook in the back room and tying it around his leg. “Sir?”

“Hawk…” he groaned.

“It’s me, sir,” she replied, letting out another sigh of relief when she received a response. It wasn’t entirely coherent, but it was something and she would take what she could get right now.

“My leg –”

“I know, sir. I know. I’m working on it right now.” Even to Riza, her voice was strained. Havoc was still shouting in her ear and the gunshots were still ringing outside. Her concern was torn between her teammates and her command officer who was bleeding out in front of her. How long had he been down? How long had he been unconscious? He’d left for lunch and said he’d meet them at the store after it for the investigation. Hawkeye had gone ahead of the rest of them to scope it out beforehand, but Mustang was already here. Bile rose in her throat at the thought that he’d been here for a while.

So, it was up to her to help him. The rest were stuck outside fighting off whoever had hurt Mustang so she had a job to do in here.

“Hawkeye,” he rasped, his bleary eyes focussing long enough on her face. She cringed involuntarily as a shot went off, a lout louder than before. It pinged off the floor outside the door they were in.

“Sorry, sir,” she muttered as she grasped his shoulders, moving him out of view from the door. He cried out in pain and Riza bit her lip, continuing to move him because if she didn’t, they could shoot him in the head. “I’m sorry,” she whispered after slowly lowering his shoulders. “I had to move you out the way of the door.”

He was panting, face screwed up in pain. “It’s… It’s okay,” he choked out, eyes widening as no doubt a wave of pain crashed over him. “What’s… the situation?”

“The team are outside. No idea how many assailants. They shot at me after I was inside.”

“It was a trap,” he murmured before gritting his teeth in pain. “They shot my leg then knocked me unconscious.”

“I should have been here…”

“It’s all right,” he assured her, his hand flailing above his torso as it tried to grasp onto her. She took her hand gently in his but was surprised by the amount of force he applied to his grip. She drew her own strength from it, composing herself and calming her racing heart. He’s conscious and able to talk. Focus on that. Keep him talking. “There was no way of knowing. Let’s focus on the now.”

“Okay. Can you stand?”

“Maybe.” She managed to get him into a sitting position but as soon as Mustang tried to stand, he bit his lip harshly and whined in pain. When she lowered him back down to the floor he was panting again.

“Let’s not do that again,” Riza stated.

“No, I can do it –”

“Sir, no.”

“Hawkeye, we need to –”

“Roy.” That stopped his struggling. She rarely used his first name and she used the element of surprise to quieten him. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll wait for the rest of them.”

“I won’t sit here while they risk their lives –” He gasped in pain again and Riza grabbed his shoulders, moving in front of him, wary of his injured leg, so that she was in his field of view.

“Roy, please,” she begged him, gaze searching and pleading. His eyes looked right back at her, no doubt picking up on her strained and desperate mood.

“All right,” he agreed, sagging back against the wall. “We’ll wait.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“What’s the report?” he asked, wincing.

“Havoc states there was five shooters. They’ve taken down two. Working on the other three but they can’t get in until they’re all gone. Havoc tried to break through but was pushed back instantly.”

“Tell him not to be stupid,” Mustang ordered, but his voice was growing weaker. It didn’t hold the same amount of authority as it normally did. He was fading and the realisation almost sent Riza into a panic.

“I will. Jut rest, please. They’re working on it.”

“All right,” he agreed, his words slightly slurred. Leaning his head back, Mustang let it rest against the wall again, his eyes closing as the fight left him. Riza moved to his side, leaning her body against his. Together, they waited until they could be freed from the store.

“Riza?” he mumbled. She could feel the vibration of his words though his shoulder. She’d leant her head against it after grasping his hand tightly in hers. Both hands now rested on his uninjured leg between them.

“Yes?”

“I never asked, are you all right?” he continued to mumble, his eyes closed. “You said they… shot at you.”

Riza straightened abruptly, searching his face but it was slack, eyes closed. “I’m fine, Roy.”

“Good. Good…”

“Don’t worry about me. Just rest,” she whispered, brushing his hair off his face. “I’ve got you.” He nodded and mumbled something incoherent. “I’ll keep watch, Roy. You rest.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, not wanting to let him go just yet, but he was struggling. The wound was tied up and had pressure on it but with the limited supplies there was nothing she could do but listen to Havoc’s reassurances and wait.

“Wake me up when it’s my turn to watch,” he muttered, head lolling to the side.

Riza smiled, tears collecting in the corner of her eyes. “I will, Roy,” she promised. Riza lifted his head, rolling it towards her side and placing it on her shoulder so he was more comfortable. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing his body close so he could lean against her. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the gunfire and a tear escaped as she lay her head against the top of his. “I’ll wake you up. But rest now.”

“Perfect… So glad you’re here…” he trailed off, his head going slack against her shoulder. Another tear escaped her as he fell unconscious. Then, she prayed. She prayed for the team’s quick work so they could get him out of here. He wouldn’t die. Riza refused to believe that. She couldn’t. But they needed to be quick. They needed to work quicker. Time was running out, no matter how much Riza didn’t want to admit it.

Turning her head, she kissed the top of his head and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“I’m right here,” she whispered.

Havoc burst into the room and shouted behind him, beckoning someone towards them. He turned, face grim, when he saw the state of them both. Mustang, bleeding and unconscious, and Hawkeye, with tears on her cheeks, cradling his body protectively against hers as she waited for the rest of them.

The paramedics took Roy away from her, but Riza was right behind him, like always.

Mustang smiled to himself in his hospital bed when Havoc revealed how attentive she’d been and how she’d never left his side. And when she’d entered the room, eyes wide and desperate to see he was okay, Roy gave her the biggest smile, so happy he got to live another day to see Riza Hawkeye look at him like he was her whole world. Roy could sympathise because that’s how he felt about her too.

[h-eckers]

Show Me

A/N: I love this so much, like I’m making my own heart ache a little here, damn. Thankyou so much to @a-smol-badger for the request that I never would have thought up on my own atm. That’s all I got to say honestly. 

Request: Is there a possibility you could write an imagine where y/n is an art student and her latest class assignment is human figure and she wants to draw jug and he gets scared and self conscious that he has to be shirtless but y/n assures him he is perf

Word Count: 1,882

Warnings: boi has body confidence issues for a hot second, that’s it.

"You know, staring at your phone won't actually make it ring, Y/N." Jughead chuckled, glancing up to look over at his girlfriend. She was poised on the edge of the bed, chewing the polish off her nails nervously as she glared at the darkened screen of her iPhone, just as she had been for the last three hours.

"Thank you, Juggie, but I need it to ring and thus I will stare at the dark screen until it lights up with my saviour." she mumbled, her eyes never leaving the phone on her dresser. 

"Very evocative language Y/N, however, I think you'll survive if you don't get a call back. What's it even about, anyway?" he inquired, closing the laptop in front of him to focus entirely on his girlfriend. She went to answer when her phone lit up and started buzzing against the table, well it would have if she hasn't pounced on it at the speed of light to answer the call. 

"Hi, Reggie!" She said excitedly, pacing back and forward in the space of her bedroom, her face fell after a moment and she sighed, "No, no, I understand, that's fine. Thanks for letting me know. Really, it's fine." She ended the call and dropped her phone on the ground, defeated. Dragging herself over to fall back onto the bed, Jughead frowned as he glanced over. 

"Okay, I hate to be that boyfriend but... Why were you talking to Reggie mantle like he just stood you up on a date?" He asked, Y/N's nose scrunched up and she sighed. 

"He did stand me up, but just for an art project." She grunted, Jughead relaxed visibly and nodded slowly. 

"So it's about your art, if you had have told me I would have understood." He pointed out, as much as he loved his writing, she loved her art and both were equally invested in each. That's why they worked so well together. "But why did you need Reggie? You know I'd help you."

“Well, it’s just that the football team offered to help with this particular assignment and we paired up at first but of course Reggie doesn’t have time between practice and… whatever else he has to do.” She grumbled, pulling herself up to properly face Jughead, he smiled and reached out to push her back gently.

“I’ll do it.” He said simply, shrugging a little bit, “I mean it isn’t too involved, is it?”

“No, not at all! It’s actually really really simple, but are you sure you’re gonna be able to sit still for that long Jug? It is life modelling.” She pointed out, having realised she hadn’t actually told him what he would have to do, for a single moment he looked pensive but after that he just grinned.

“Are you kidding? Sitting still and not doing anything is practically my favourite activity.” He kissed her forehead and she blushed softly, giggly quietly as she shook her head.

“You really are something, Jughead Jones.” She gave him a chaste kiss before sliding off her bed and pulled a relatively large box out from under her bed, opening it to reveal an overly expansive array of art supplies, all immaculately organised, Jughead swore under his breath and Y/N looked up at him with a small smirk dancing on her lips “Impressive, huh?”

“Yeah, definitely.” He muttered softly, the different tools and array colours was slightly intimidating to him as someone who worked primarily with black words on a white document screen, he wasn’t necessarily accustomed to the amount of pieces required to be an artist, at least in Y/N’s sense.

She stood back up and quickly exited the room, coming back only seconds later with a stool for him to sit on while she drew, she smiled over at him as he stood up and wandered towards her to take his seat. Y/N placed her hand in the centre of his chest to stop him moving for a moment as a nervousness flashed across her face and his expression fell. “Jug, uhm, the assignment requires the model to be shirtless.” She added and he froze up immediately, she could feel his breathing falter in his chest under her palm and she sighed.

“I-I don’t think I can do that, Y/N.” He muttered out carefully, fear flashing in his eyes even at the suggestion, “I’m sorry, I want to help you but I just, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Can I ask why?” her voice was gentle and safe, he wished that could calm him but the tension in his body right now was only getting tighter and tighter and he feared if it went on any longer he’d lose the ability to breathe all together. Nevertheless he nodded, he had always promised to be 100% honest with her, in everything he did, especially when things got hard for him.

“I don’t like people… seeing me.” He sighed, struggling with even those few words as his cheeks coloured red with embarrassment.

“Why though, Juggie? You’re gorgeous.” She whispered, kissing his cheek and feeling him relax –very slightly- at the simple touch.

“But I’m not.” He breathed out, grabbing her hand from his chest and kissing her knuckles, “I’m proportioned weird, and I’m too pale, and I’m not where near what anyone like Reggie would look like, and I’m-“

“And you’re perfect.” Y/N interjected, her voice still quiet and as soft as her touch when her free hand moved up to rest on his neck, her thumb running carefully along his jawline, “You are absolutely insurmountable in beauty, Jughead Jones. You are the most beautiful man I have ever yet and ever will lay my eyes on and I am so infinitely proud of how incredible you are inside and out. I would rather look at you over Reggie every single day, even on his best day and your worst. I am inconceivably in love with every part of you, physical and otherwise. You outshine every star in this goddamn universe and then some, and I refuse to let you think that you are anything less than perfectly imperfect, besides, any good artist will tell you that odd proportions are compelling, hell, look at Picasso.”

“You calling me a Picasso?” Jughead smiled, ignoring the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, brought on by her beautiful words, if he could write like she spoke he was sure he’d be famous overnight.

“I am calling you a masterpiece, and nothing less.” She smiled, wiping away thee few tears that escaped as he blinked.

“I wish I could see what you see when you look at me.” He mumbled, resting his forehead against hers and squeezing her hand, trapped between their chests so tight they could feel each other’s heartbeats.

“Then let me show you.” She coaxed gently, finally moving her hands to tug at the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it off when he nodded at her, even though his breath was coming out shaky. They just stood for a moment, his chest bare to her and his body in terrified tension before her, she kissed his collar bones and across his chest and with every kiss he relaxed more and more into her presence, he felt safe and content as the feelings of being exposed faded to the back of his mind. Y/N guided him to sit down and he did without argument, she absconded to the bed and pulled out her sketch book and pencils.

At first it felt odd, he felt over observed, but after a while he managed to focus less on himself on more on the girl in front of him, the three charcoal pencils that had somehow ended up weaved into her now tangled hair and the look of concentration that stayed etched across on her face as she glanced between himself and the page before her. He relaxed entirely, and the two of them lost hours, enraptured in drawing and being drawn, both of them intently focused on the other, watching every minute movement, noting every single delicate detail that never seemed to stand out before. The afternoon became night, and the night became very early morning before she sent her sketchbook to the side, now half filled with half-finished sketches of the boy she loved with the entirely of her heart.

“Can I see?” He asked quietly, she yawned and nodded, a gentle smile crossing her lips as he stood to come and find his place beside her. She handed over the book, flipping back to the first page on which she had begun to replicate his form, she watched his face as he moved through every single drawing she had done, some of his face, some of his bod, some of all of it. His heart softened and suddenly he felt tears biting at his eyes again. “This is what you see?”

“Every day.” She hummed, resting her head on his shoulder, “What do you think?”

“They’re so beautiful.” He muttered, wiping his eyes carefully.

“A drawing is only as good as its subject, and unfortunately for me, these don’t come close to measuring up.” She told him, yawning again and leaning in to kiss his cheek tenderly. Jughead sniffled, laughing slightly and quickly wiping away thee tears that escaped when he did. He closed the pages of the book and placed in back on her desk before, meeting her eyes again

“I love you so deeply I couldn’t never find the words to describe it.” He sighed and she nodded slowly, resting her hands on his cheeks and looking at him with eyes overflowing with adoration and love.

“And I love you more.” She whispered back, “Now we should probably go to sleep, we do actually have school in the morning.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently, he reciprocated instantly, by now it had become more of a need than an instinct, to kiss her whenever possible.

Jughead smiled softly and pulled her close to him until she crawled onto his lap willing, looking down at him and rolling her eyes, “What?” He asked quietly and she chuckled.

“You think you’re so sly.” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his forehead, he shrugged, leaning in to kiss her neck gently.

“I have no idea what you mean.” He lied innocent, shrugging a little bit as his arms wound around her waist and pulled her in to press their bodies close, “You showed me how beautiful you think I am, and I think it’s only fair that I tell you how gorgeous I see you. Would that be okay?”

“Of course,” She mumbled, her breath hitching slightly as she took in the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, it sent shivers down her spine, “do you think you’ll be able to?”

“Honestly no, you are infinitely beautiful and I dare say it’s so inexplicable that I could never find the words to tell you, but I will spend the whole night until the sun comes up proving how beautiful you are if you let me show you.” His tone was gentle, as were his eyes and his touch, and she surrendered to him entirely.

“Okay. Show me.”

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