#he's a HUNDRED PERCENT the type to be sickeningly sweet

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Everybody say thank you Rosie for the softest, sweetest Jeremiah fic everrr 🗣️🗣️. No but on a serious note, reading it genuinely made me feel so warm?? I love how you portray Jeremiah and how he’s so shamelessly soft and smitten for the reader and AHHHHH. It was just so tender and sweet and honestly I don’t usually see soft sex written as well as you did. I loved it so much <3<3<3

you are literally SO SWEET 😭😭😭 "i don't usually see soft sex written as well as you did" PLEASE?????? I'M SO??? HONORED????? youuu make me so soft i'm on the floor 😭 thank you for this cute lil ask omg :( holding you close to my heart rn!!!!!

[strawberryama]

Maid Dreamin’ - Chapter 2

summary : kuroo and bokuto came to visit for the weekend and the first thing they wanted to check out was the new maid cafe that had opened in Miyagi. Little did the trio know that Tsukki’s girlfriend had been working there, without his knowledge

masterpost || chapter 2 : Sweetie Idol Maid

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Tsukki groaned as he ate the sickeningly cute slice of strawberry shortcake before him. Kuroo had been hitting on their waitress, or maid, since they got there; which by the by, had been nearly a damn hour ago. And that guy was not letting up any time soon so it seemed. He was damn persistent. So Tsukki chose to drown out the giggles and shitty pickup lines that he was forced to endure with the sweet cake, or at least he attempted. He was doing pretty alright until Bokuto tapped the space on the table before him, grabbing his attention.

“So how are you and ______, Tsukki?” he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake that had a straw that curled into a heart in the middle area.

“We’re okay,” Tsukki replied. He hadn’t gotten to see her recently due to exams. And it’d truthfully been coming up on two months since they had a date or genuinely hung out. But he wasn’t worried. She was busy with her studies, and so was he. He had practice on the weekends typically too; this was one of the few weekends off actually. But his practices proved to be a bit of a road block in their way when wanting to hang out. He knows they’ll be taking a break from weekend practices soon though, so he was hoping to see her a bit. “She’s been studying for exams a lot.”

“Ah, chibi-chan. Ever the smart cookie,” Kuroo commented. “Maybe she could take a break and we could see her after this?”

“I don’t want to distract her.”

“Come on! Don’t be such a downer-“

Kuroo was cut off by the cafe lights dimming. He and Bokuto looked around, seeing the stage that was a few seats behind Bokuto light up. Kuroo clapped his hands together quietly. This was what he’d been waiting for. This was the sole reason he’d dragged Tsukki out, first thing upon getting here.

“Goshujin-sama!! It’s time for our very own sweetie idol maid to give a small performance! Give it up for ______-chan!”

“Hey, they have the same name as ______, Tsukki,” Bokuto commented brightly. He’d turned around so he could get a better look at the stage.

And as the maid got up on the miniature stage, Tsukki’s eyes widened. Kuroo’s jaw went slack. That maid, even though she faced away from them at the moment, had a very similar body type and hair color to Tsukki’s girlfriend. There was no way, right? When she turns around, it’s going to be all one big coincidence...right?

The peppy music of the famous AKB48 song Warukii began playing. And as the maid began to sing the opening of the song, the maids that were working grabbed light sticks of varying colors, waving them about to cheer on the girl. And all three boys nearly shit their pants as the maid on stage turned at the waist, hand on her hip, smiling to the audience and winking. That - That was one hundred and ten percent, Tsukishima’s girlfriend. That was his girlfriend in pigtails, a maid dress, and freaking cat ears!!

As she continued her song, the three sat there silent and in awe. Never in their wildest dreams were any of them expecting to see _______ singing and dancing at a maid cafe, cat ears on her head and tail swinging behind her in rhythm. And of all songs for her to be singing, Warukii was about wanting to touch a guy’s upper arm muscles and admiring how strong he is. It was like a fever dream right before them all.

It wasn’t until the second chorus that Kuroo regained compurse and nudged Tsukki. His eyes were glued to ______ as he whispered. “Bro. That’s your girlfriend. Right?”

Tsukki could only nod, mumbling back. “That’s my girlfriend, alright.”

“Did she...tell you she worked here?”

“News to me.”

“Hunh...”

The two just stared at the cutesy display before them. Meanwhile, Bokuto was clapping along and bobbing his head side to side to the sugar sweet, bubblegum idol song that ______ sang. She wasn’t bad by any means, she was really good actually! Another thing Tsukki had not known about her. She never had sang in front of him before. Sure, he’d caught her humming every now and then but that was the closest he’d gotten. And don’t even get him started on the dancing. He didn’t think she had an athletic bone in her body. She always said she could never do volleyball and that it looked too difficult for her. But she seemed to be doing the cutesy, high energy dance just fine while maintaining a stable voice. So, what in God’s name was his girlfriend saying about volleyball being too difficult?

After the first song ended, he picked up his phone, sending a few texts to her. Immediately he turned it off, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be getting a response any time soon, and returned to watching.

“Ne! Everyone, thank you for coming today. I’ve been working really hard to bring you a new song for our Neko Week! So, please cheer me on!”

And with that, the music began and a cutesy nya left her mouth. Tsukki could feel his body stiffen and face heat up. It was like the fever dream that was before him only became some Kuroo fantasy. It was as if Kuroo changed the channel almost. Speaking of Kuroo, he was suddenly having the time of his life as and was giddily bouncing his leg.

There was a cutesy call and response during the choruses to which the other maids, called out.

“Fure fure, nyan nyan!” they called out, light sticks bouncing in the air.

“Shinshi ni!” she sang back.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!”

“Te wo tori!”

And much to his embarrassment, Tsukki noticed that Bokuto and Kuroo had joined in with the call in responses. They were having too much damn fun.

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You sat down in the back room finally, sighing. It was a very long shift. But you were happy with your performance, at least. It went on well and the new song that was added to the live went smoothly. The cafe was really bright and cheery, so you were pleased with that to say the least. But as you went to change out if uniform, you grabbed your phone. And that’s when your stomach plumetted for the second time today.

[wayhavven]

Love’s Philosophy

Gift fic for @mewsly as a part of @loveinwayhaven

Pairing: Adam Du Mortain x Detective Orianna Moreau

Rating: All

Word Count: 2712

Notes: Ah! I’m so nervous to post this! I really hope I did your detective justice, she seems amazing 🥺 I went for sort of mid-romance vibes... this is also the first time I’ve written Adam, or anything TWC actually, so I have been a little worried about how he comes across as well. I really hope you enjoy😅

Summary: Adam spends some time in the library.

Adam grunts as his large fingers slip over the leather bound books on the shelf. He’s tucked away right at the back of the library in the bunker, looking for absolutely nothing in particular. If each title that flicks in his peripheral is decidedly not something else, then, well, he wouldn’t notice. And he certainly doesn’t notice the mug ring on the coffee table at the end of the row. Still wet. He can say with ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy that this is a result of a sickeningly sweet, creamer-laced coffee, probably left half full and forgotten momentarily because it’s owner had been perusing the shelves for something else about the supernatural.

And then it catches him, an old—perhaps very early edition if he remembers right—edition of Pride and Prejudice. She doesn’t know it’s here, because he’s sure she would’ve said.

But when he reaches for it, his hand stops by itself. It drags across the direction toward the dark corners, moving at speed until—plod. Something leather-bound with a worn bookmark partway through. As he gently slides it out, Adam notes the gold type font on the front: a poetry anthology. Shelley, to be specific. He knows a lot of these by heart, three-hundred odd years of people raving about the rakes and romantics will do that to a guy. All the same, he’s sure to thumb carefully to the bookmarked part. The spine squeaks as it opens, a quiet yawn where Adam is waking it from a nap. A little dust flies up and is highlighted in the strips of dim lamplight from above. He looks up briefly, checking his surroundings. Not that the detective would be able to come anywhere near him without his pheromones going off. Even if he wasn’t a vampire, he’s sure he’d recognise the sound of her footfall underwater. Because he has to know to protect her properly, of course.

The page the book has squeaked open to has one poem on it: ‘Love’s Philosophy.’

Adam, not particularly taken with poetry for the most part, doesn’t know this one. Only the very famous ones when it comes to Percy Bysshe Shelley: ‘Ozymandias,’ ‘To a Skylark,’ ‘Stanzas Written in…’

Reading for enjoyment as a rule isn’t his thing. But the little he does recall never really lit anything in him. He has never felt how he was told poetry should be making him feel. Maybe he is too worn from years spent focusing on most things aside from feeling. Absentmindedly grazing his thumb over the page, feeling each grain of the pulp on his finger tips, Adam finds his eyes wandering back to the wet mug ring on the coffee table to his right. Drying now, the sheen dulling to match the light wood. It’s nice wood, light, fresh, slightly enthusiastically holding the weight of forgotten books. Adam’s a little lost in the colour. Because it echoes in his mind a similar colour that has been the focus of many an accidental daydream.

Suddenly, he’s seeing pretty light brown eyes; caramelly, iridescent when they’re in that one chair in the office where the sun has a chance to shine on them. Lighting up when she learns new things, particularly those of his world; the supernatural world. Creasing a little in the corners when she makes the odd sarcastic quip. Dilating every so often when he’s talking to her, for reasons he isn’t sure.

One of the books on the table is leather-bound in a deep red, and Adam finds himself imprinting the image of coils of long hair that exact shade into the space he stares at. Adam actively does not enjoy that his brain wanders like this. That it seems to veer off task for silly reasons.

He shakes his head. If only he had a use for sleep. He doesn’t often find himself wishing that, but these days… perhaps more often. Perhaps he wonders what he might dream of.

But he doesn’t want to lose the control of consciousness. It keeps him in check. It keeps him able to protect the detective.

And he doesn’t want to lose control full stop. Doesn’t let himself think too deeply about any of it for fears he may push himself past retrieval.

Adam finds, as he stands there almost frozen, that his mind wanders to a day not so dissimilar to this one. When he had been reading late, against his wishes, for some information Rebecca requested.

—-

With each line he reads, Adam can feel his biceps twitching to get some combat under his belt. This is more Nate’s expertise; he’d far rather be out trying to get one up on Morgan. But, alas, he has been given other responsibilities. And he always fulfills his responsibilities. He finds himself sighing each time he turns the page, increasingly frustrated that he actually seems to be learning less.

Like a saving grace, the library door creaks open and he looks up from where he stands by the window. One hand in his pocket, one under the old book. Detective Orianna Moreau enters, a candle highlighting the high points of her soft, deep brown skin, shining in the light-hued eyes which find him almost immediately. Her silhouette casts subtle grey shadows on the wall behind her as she nears him.

He’d known she was coming, of course. He always does. But it’s always a different thing actually seeing her. Like he’s never completely convinced she’s really there.

She smiles gently at him, nearing with the candle in her grip melting down itself, flickering.

“You’re up late,” she says, placing the candle down by him on a ledge. “I thought you might need a bit of light.”

Light. Like her. Her charming, friendly, easygoing nature always lights up the room. Adam reveres it sometimes. Sometimes he doesn’t.

It makes him a little nervous, actually. And he hates feeling nervous. Hates losing himself in the light when he has to focus on work and tasks.

“Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but is acutely aware as he remains standing in his spot, that the detective goes to sit on a nearby sofa. She’s supposed to be researching too, so it’s not too odd, but humans do have to sleep, after all.

“Should you not be asleep?” He turns just enough so that he can see her from the side of his face.

“I have to learn this, and want to. There are far worse ways to be spending an evening.” She smirks at him, suggestive and amused. “Come and sit with me.”

At first, Adam was going to outright point-blank say no. So he’s not completely sure why his legs carry him over to the sofa and lower him down beside her. But far enough away that there’s significant space between them. She laughs and rolls her eyes, scooting over next to him. The small amount of her body which presses up against him sends a shock of ice up his veins. She’s warm, so warm, that he feels like his ice is melting a little. It’s almost terrifying, but Adam doesn’t move. Doesn’t show outwardly how he’s feeling. Lets his thigh burn quietly as though he’s already extinguished the flames.

The book in his hand drops to his lap, his other hand twitching on his thigh. She gives him that smile again and his heart almost stops. Settling back into the cushions, Orianna picks up the book from his hands and starts to dig into it.

“I was reading that.”

“I know, but you weren’t enjoying it.”

That she seems to know this about him, though, isn’t lost on Adam. He believes himself to be stoic and mysterious perhaps, but maybe Orianna can see past that. Through it. The way Nate always does.

She holds the book in her left hand, her right sitting on her thigh somewhat restlessly. Just inches from his own. Ensuring that she’s pouring all of her attention into the book, which she seems to be, Adam drops his eyes subtly to her hand. Unsure why, but seemingly doing things of his own accord, Adam’s impulse is to make contact with her. His pinky falters, reaching out a little by itself, quivering in a way he isn’t used to. A way he isn’t sure he likes. Nonetheless, he uses its movement to bolster the moving of the rest of his hand. Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, Adam lets his hand move away from his body. Slip across to the detective’s. He places his down on top of hers gently, encompassing it, letting his fingers and thumb curl around its shape. He doesn’t dare look at her, but he can’t miss in his peripheral the smug beaming grin which takes over her expression.

They sit like that a long while, Adam still, holding her hand. He should be frustrated that he’s not getting anything productive done, but he can’t be. Something about her hand in his means he cannot be anything other than content and a touch conflicted. The detective’s expression never falters as she reads, doesn’t worry when she has a hard time turning the page with the use of only one hand. Seems quite amused by it, actually. Adam chuckles himself a little internally, unable to stop the smile which spreads over his face. With his free hand, he reaches over and turns the page for her.

“Thanks.”

“It is my pleasure.”

When the detective repositions their hands, winding hers around and up, so that their hands are completely joined, Adam can’t help but finally look at her fully. She squeezes his hand, and looks up at him too. Their eyes bore into each other, melting.

It had all been going so well until Farah bounded in like a puppy with a new toy. Quickly, rushedly, Adam pulls his hand from the detective’s.

—-

He thinks about that day a lot. Wishes he didn’t. Wishes he didn’t think about a lot of things pertaining to the detective.

As though on cue, the fine hairs on his arm stand to attention, and his ears zone in on the sound of smart shoes on the linoleum. She’s coming back.

Forcing his eyes back down to the page, Adam has completely forgotten what he had even been looking at. ‘Love’s Philosophy,’ that’s it. Shelley.

She’s entering, though, and he can’t focus himself enough on what he’s holding to seem entirely nonchalant. Doesn’t give himself enough time to consider that it probably isn’t in his best interests for Detective Moreau to see what he’s holding. She’s bold, flirty. She’d pick up on something and make a remark that would have his cheeks hot and his jaw tightening in a way he doesn’t want it to.

Through the gap in the shelf he can just about see a fitted pencil skirt, shirt tucked in, emerging into the library. She’s holding another book, something supernatural focused that smells a little of blood and Adam isn’t sure where exactly came from.

Next thing he knows, she’s rounded the corner.

“Oh.” He hears her from the side, always debating how the next words will come from his mouth. She just seems a little surprised he’s there, is all. “Hi.”

He can hear the smile in her voice, senses how she places her book down on the coffee table he’d been so fixated on before. The title looks to be written in Haitian Creole.

“Hello. You have been busy.” He nods to the table. She grins. There’s always a sparkle in her eyes when she’s learning new things; especially new things about the world which only opened up to her not so long ago.

“Always have to know more, you know me.”

He does. Knows her scent, the exact amount of time which passes between each step she takes, how she shines like the sun whenever something otherworldly occurs. Knows she would be interested to know about the early edition of Jane Austen he completely accidentally came across. Knows that a large part of him wishes he didn’t know these things.

“What are you reading?” she asks, the tone of her voice something Adam hadn’t even realised he’d been yearning to hear.

“I am not. I picked it up. I will be putting it back now,” he nods, hesitating at the sight of the page. His eyes drag over the words subconsciously: heaven, sweet emotion, sunlight, moonbeams, kiss.

Things which are meant to be pretty and emotive and only seem to be making him think of the one thing he doesn’t really want to think of.

How maybe he doesn’t believe in heaven, but that it might be something close to her eyes when she smiles. Or how sweet emotion is something that Adam doesn’t feel like he can achieve, but if he were to, maybe it would be because of her. The sunlight which shines on her in her office, which highlights her features and matches her personality. Moonbeams… electric, softly-glowing, other-wordly. Kiss… well, he tries not to focus on that one.

But he also thinks sometimes he thinks too much and of too absurd topics. That he shouldn’t allow himself to think these things. He has responsibilities. Duties.

He might have closed the book and placed it back when he hears her start to near, but he feels a little too frozen on the spot.

“Shelly,” she smiles again, pulling down on the corner of the book so that she can see the contents of the page. “A love poem! Romantic,” she teases, in the way that only Orianna knows how.

“I was just interested in the bookmark.”

“Oh, that might have been me, I like this one.”

He nods, moving to close it, but his hand is caught by Orianna instead. He stiffens, the brush from her climbing up the brim in his arm right the way to his heart. Reminding him of when he’d held her hand before.

“Let me read it again.” She smiles, letting her eyes drift back over the page. She’s stubborn, so there’s no point arguing. Not that he’d have much reason to, anyway. Adam finds his curious eyes slipping over the page, too, and he reads the words in front of him.

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?

When he pulls his eyes from the page, he looks to the woman beside him. She’s mouthing the last line, subtle warmth on her face, and it’s impossible to not focus on the movements of her lips as she rolls through the vowels and consonants.

“Yes, it’s lovely. Just as I remember.”

“I suppose it is not awful.”

She lets out a little snort. “You hate reading for pleasure.”

The smile he returns is ever so miniscule. She’s absolutely right, but seeing her find joy in it makes it not so bad.

He’s drawn in by the pull of her eyes again, struggling to find the right words. Creasing his brow a little, he watches her edge a little closer. Finds himself willing down the impulse to hold her hand once more.

She smiles at him, in a way that tells him she knows the look on his face. It’s frozen, unsure, repressing. So she just leans in, and places a gentle, soft kiss just below his ear. Her lips on his skin sear simultaneously hot and cold, soft. She lingers a little, hand ghosting at his jaw. A little cold touch from the jewellery she wears.

That spot feels incredibly warm even as she moves away again. Even as she pulls the book from his hands, closes it, places it back on the shelf.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Adam.”

Adam starts, not even remembering what the date was. Perhaps he’d been a little too distracted.

“I—well, yes. Happy Valentine’s Day, I suppose.”

[angelofthequeers]

Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 45

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

@smolplantmum tagged as requested :)

Chapter 44 | Chapter 46 | AO3 link

For a moment, no one dares to speak, lest they shatter the glass-like atmosphere between them. That is, until Adrien tries to laugh, but ends up sounding like he’s crying in pain.

“M-Me? Chat Noir? What the hell are you talking about?” he says.  Sanguisuga rolls her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, Adrien!” she snaps, grabbing his wrist and yanking his hand up so that his silver ring gleams in the sunlight. Alix, Juleka, Mylène, and Rena Rouge gasp, and the others in the square who have paused to watch the drama unfold gasp and start to whisper. “I saw you during your photoshoot here, when Gigantitan attacked! I saw your little cat demon thing – Plagg, you called him?”

Marinette’s nearly sick on the spot. Okay, so anyone can claim that anyone’s a superhero, but the only way Sanguisuga would know about kwamis, especially Plagg’s name, is if she really had seen him. That nausea only grows stronger when a purple butterfly mask appears over Sanguisuga’s face.

“Yes, Hawkmoth, I’m a hundred percent sure,” she says. She pulls Adrien’s hand closer to her face, ignoring his grunts and attempts to struggle free. Meanwhile, Kagami squeezes Marinette’s hand and starts to pull her away from the scene, so that they can hide and transform. “See? I was just waiting until the right time to – oh, of course, Hawkmoth.” The purple mask fades from Sanguisuga’s face. “Why would I hurt Chat Noir when I can take the girls that he holds so dear?”

“Plagg, claws out!” Adrien blurts out, and he transforms into Chat Noir in a flash of green light and rips himself out of Sanguisuga’s grip. “Marinette! Kagami! Look out!”

But Sanguisuga’s faster than him, and she’s launched herself into the air and landed in front of Marinette and Kagami, then slung them over her shoulders, all before Chat Noir can take more than a few steps.

“Ah, good, you got everything,” Sanguisuga says to the people recording the goings-on around them as she floats back into the air. “If I can’t have Adrien, I’ll destroy everything that he holds dear! First his secret identity, now his girls!”

“Don’t worry about us!” Kagami says, struggling furiously to try and throw Sanguisuga off-balance, but it’s kind of hard to make her lose her balance when she’s levitating and endowed with superpowers from an evil butterfly.

“Go find Ladybug!” Marinette adds in a desperate attempt to throw any suspicion off her secret identity. She tries to knee Sanguisuga in the torso, but Sanguisuga simply drapes Marinette further over her shoulder and holds her by the thighs rather than around the waist, denying Marinette any leverage.

“And after his girls, his boy!” Sanguisuga finishes. Over Sanguisuga’s shoulder as she turns to soar to the Eiffel Tower, Marinette sees Juleka’s eyes widen as she mouths something that looks like, “Not Luka!” A moment later, Sanguisuga lands on the tip of the Eiffel Tower and dumps Marinette and Kagami unceremoniously onto their butts, eliciting twin winded exhales.

“Sit tight, girls,” Sanguisuga says with a wink. “I’ve just got to grab one more person before that pesky pussy cat can get there first.” Then she’s off, zooming across the skies of Paris in the direction of the Couffaine houseboat, while Marinette gulps and huddles closer to Kagami because this platform is really not the biggest and she’s got no super suit to protect her from a fall like this.

“Shouldn’t we transform?” Kagami says, slipping an arm around Marinette’s waist. Marinette shakes her head and points at all the people standing around and recording.

“The last thing we need is to out our secret identities as well,” she says. She groans and covers her face with her hands. “Oh, this is a disaster! No one’s supposed to know! And now all of Paris knows Adrien’s identity! How did Lila even see him transforming? We’re always so careful!”

“The Trocadéro is a large area,” Kagami says. “If Lila was blending in to the panicking crowd, it would’ve been fairly easy for her to see him transform while staying hidden. Especially if she was actively stalking him.”

Marinette groans again and uncovers her face, only to rest her head sideways on Kagami’s shoulder. “I should send out an alert in case any of the team somehow doesn’t know what’s going on. What do you think her powers are? She drained people of energy, but why?”

“Probably to make herself stronger,” Kagami says. She pulls out her phone and types something, then nods. “Sanguisuga means leech, or bloodsucker, in Italian. I’m assuming she leeches the energy off people. Maybe that’s how she can fly.”

“Great,” Marinette says and types out a quick alert in the group chat. “This’ll be a fun akuma to deal with.”

“Don’t worry, girls!” Rena Rouge calls from the base of the Tower. “I’m coming to – gah!”

“Well, then,” Marinette says as Rose tackles Rena Rouge, with a horde of vampire zombies running towards the Trocadéro to no doubt help Rose out. “Rena Rouge, more are coming!”

“Oh, come on!” Rena Rouge bats Rose across the face with her flute. “Where the hell are the others?”

“Maybe I should’ve given out the Horse,” Marinette mutters.

“If it comes down to it, I’ll transform and get us down,” Kagami says. “You can find another Ryuuko, but there can’t be another Ladybug.”

“I don’t want another Ryuuko,” Marinette says. “The others will come through. You’ll see.”

Her faith is severely tested when Sanguisuga proves to be the victor of the race to get to Luka and returns to dump him next to Marinette and Kagami. Although Carapace and Honeybee have arrived to back up Rena Rouge, they’ve got their hands full with the zompires, as Marinette has christened them, and so they’re not exactly up for a rescue mission quite yet.

“Don’t hurt them!” Chat Noir lands in front of Sanguisuga with his hands up. “Why can’t you just accept that I’m not into you?”

“Because you’re mine, Adrien Agreste,” Sanguisuga hisses. “I always get what I want. Even trying to destroy your precious girlfriend didn’t work! I broke her arm and you two were still so sickeningly sweet that I wanted to throw up!”

“You!” Marinette’s eyes bulge. “You made me fall down the stairs! And you were trying to lead me away when Tangleweed attacked! I thought I was just hallucinating!”

Sanguisuga snorts. “Whatever. Give me your Miraculous, Chat Noir, or I’ll drain the people you hold dearest. And it won’t just be a zombie drain like with the others. No, that would be too easy. I’ll squeeze every last drop out of them until they’re nothing but a skeleton.”

“Don’t you dare!” Chat Noir dives at Sanguisuga with his baton poised to crack across her skull, but she giggles and swoops out of the way. Thankfully, with her attention on Chat Noir, she doesn’t seem to be focused on Marinette, Kagami, and Luka anymore, although that’s not really a comforting thought when Marinette and Kagami still can’t transform because of the damn cameras on the ground!

“Pst!”

Marinette whirls around, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her squeal when she realises that it’s…a mouse hero? Not just a mouse hero, but two, crouched on the other side of the Tower tip, looking to be a few inches shorter than Marinette? The mouse hero who’d spoken peeks at Chat Noir and Sanguisuga, then bites her lip and groans.

“I can only take two of you,” she says. “Any more clones and I’ll be too small to carry you! But I don’t want to leave any of you! Oh, I’m an awful hero!”

“Who even are you?” Marinette says.

“Oh!” The mouse hero shakes her head, her multitude of blonde braids swishing around. “Petite Souris. Chat Noir asked me to help out for at least this battle, because he thought they’d need a surprise element to take down Sanguisuga.”

“Well, looks like he was right,” Luka says. “You can take Marinette and Kagami and get them out of here.”

“We’re not leaving you!” Marinette and Kagami say immediately. Luka shrugs.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“Hey!” Sanguisuga kicks Chat Noir away, then dives at the Petite Souris clones, who squeak and duck around the metal tip to avoid the vampire’s touch. “Get away from them, you little – hey! Get off me!”

Luka just snarls and tightens his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist. “Take Marinette and Kagami! Now!” he barks at Petite Souris, whose clones are both frozen on the spot. His shout is enough to jolt each clone to grab Marinette and Kagami and start bounding down the Tower, and the last, horrifying thing Marinette sees over Petite Souris’s shoulder is Sanguisuga throwing Luka off her, then grabbing him by the throat and glowing purple as she drains his life force.

“Luka!” she shrieks.

“He’ll be fine once Ladybug gets here!” says the Petite Souris carrying her. Both mouse clones leap down onto a viewing platform and deposit Marinette and Kagami, then spring back together in a flash of light and grow to full height. Now that she’s not in imminent danger, Marinette’s able to get a good look at Petite Souris before she vanishes: she’s wearing a long-sleeved grey dress with a high white collar, a white torso, short pink gloves, grey tights with white inner thighs, and thigh-high pink boots with white soles. Her mask is a grey mouse head over the top half of her face and her weapon appears to be the pink jump rope tied around her waist, falling behind her like a mouse’s tail. Petite Souris jumps when her necklace beeps.

“I have to go recharge and jump back in, so stay here! Both of you!” she says.

“Thank you, Souris,” Kagami says. “You’re an amazing hero.”

Petite Souris flushes pink, then scurries into the elevator, no doubt to detransform and refuel by the time she reaches the bottom.

“Luka…” Marinette’s voice hitches. “And Chat Noir…” She takes a deep breath and clenches her fists. “I have to focus! I can’t do anything about Chat Noir’s identity being revealed, but I can save Luka and expose Lila!”

“Exactly.” Kagami takes Marinette’s hands and squeezes. “Stay focused, Marinette. The sooner we defeat Sanguisuga, the sooner we can save Luka. Longg, bring the storm!”

“You know what to say, Marinette!” Tikki says from inside Marinette’s purse as Kagami transforms into Ryuuko in a flash of red light. Marinette squares her shoulders and nods.

“Tikki, spots on!”

“Ladybug!” Honeybee shouts when Ladybug swings out with Ryuuko and lands on the ground, in the middle of the zompire swarm. “It’s about damn time! These minions are getting utterly ridiculous!”

“Wow, for a moment, you sounded like someone who drives me up the wall,” Alix drawls as she smashes a zompire in the face with a metal bar. Next to her, Juleka looks like a horror monster from Ladybug’s worst nightmares as she slams and kicks any zompire unfortunate enough to end up within her reach, a feral snarl stretched across her face.

“Fuck you, I’m a beelight to be around,” Honeybee says, then she lets out a wail. “Look what you’ve done to me, Adri – Chat! I’m punning now!”

“Sorry, Honeybee, I couldn’t help being held up,” Ladybug says sarcastically.

“You okay, dude?” Carapace says. “I mean, learning your partner’s Adrien…shit, now I know why he picked me…”

“Do secret identities apparently not mean anything anymore?” Rena Rouge says and whacks a zompire that’s about to tackle Carapace. “Watch your back, Shellhead! Where the heck is Petite Souris?”

“Recharging because she saved Marinette and Kagami,” Ryuuko says shortly before Carapace can retort.

“Oh. Thank god,” Rena Rouge says. “So, chief, what’s the plan?”

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug catches an ice cream scooper and blinks owlishly at it. “Um, what am I supposed to do with this?”

As if in response to her question, Chat Noir crashes to the ground right next to her, groaning. A cackling Sanguisuga floats down to land and meet the team of heroes, her skirts and cape billowing around her, and if Ladybug’s being honest, she’s a little hacked off that Lila gets such a cool akuma theme when she’s such an awful person.

“What now?” Sanguisuga says. “Your mangy partner is nothing more than a greedy rich kid who can’t make up his mind between a boy and two girls, when he couldn’t even add me too. And you can’t hide Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi from me forever. Once I’ve got the Miraculouses for Hawkmoth, he’s promised me Adrien!”

“Like hell,” Chat Noir groans into the concrete. Ladybug sighs and stoops to pull him to his feet, just as Petite Souris dives at Sanguisuga from behind.

“Souris, no!” Ladybug cries. But it’s too late; Sanguisuga smoothly turns and grabs Petite Souris by the wrist, then slams her into the ground and starts to drain the life force from her. Petite Souris gasps and tries to fight back, but her struggles weaken with every passing second.

“I don’t think so!” Alix’s metal bar goes soaring through the air and smashes into Sanguisuga’s head, forcing her to release Petite Souris as she shrieks and staggers backwards.

“Get up!” Honeybee stomps over to Petite Souris and scoops her up bridal style, then sets her back on her feet. Petite Souris just groans and sags against Honeybee. “Ugh, newbees!”

“You dare attack me?” Sanguisuga howls and dives at Alix. But Honeybee is there in a flash to shield Alix and Juleka with her trompo, still clutching Petite Souris to her side.

“Don’t touch the annoying skater girl,” Honeybee hisses. “Or the annoying goth girl too, I guess.”

“Thanks,” Juleka deadpans, her eyes still blazing as she glares at Sanguisuga.

“Alix, Juleka, get Souris out of here!” Ladybug says. “Carapace, give us some breathing room!”

As soon as Honeybee has relinquished Petite Souris to Alix and Juleka so that they can drag her back towards the Eiffel Tower and away from Sanguisuga and the zompires, Carapace summons his Shellter and encases the heroes, protecting them from Sanguisuga.

“Really?” Sanguisuga drawls. “Ladybug’s going to transform back soon. All I have to do is wait till Shellhead times out as well and then you’re all mine.”

“Hey, only I can call him Shellhead, you Cullen freak!” Rena Rouge growls.

“If they don’t start making out after this battle, I swear to god,” Honeybee mutters. Meanwhile, Ladybug gnaws on her bottom lip as she tries to figure out how the hell to use her Lucky Charm. Her eyes land on the ice cream scooper, her teammates, a nearby column of the Trocadéro, then Sanguisuga, and she suddenly realises exactly what they need to do.

“Rena, make as much smoke as you can,” Ladybug says. “Enough to keep Sanguisuga off-balance and stop her and her minions from getting a clear hit on any of us. Ryuuko, we have to get her over near the Trocadéro so Chat can use his Cataclysm. Honeybee, sting her when the time’s right. Go!”

Carapace drops his Shellter just as Rena Rouge summons her Mirage, filling the square with thick orange smoke and providing cover for Ladybug and her teammates to scatter. Ladybug and Ryuuko end up near the Trocadéro, waiting for the moment when Sanguisuga comes after them.

“Enough!” Sanguisuga floats above the smoke, a hideous snarl twisting her cyanic face. “Just give me your Miraculouses and save yourselves this trouble! I’ll win in the end!”

“Then come and get them!” Ladybug calls, waving the scooper above her head. Sanguisuga shrieks and dives after her, shooting purple beam after purple beam from her bracelet, but Ladybug just uses the metal scooper to catch each beam and flick them back at Sanguisuga to blind her, even if she’s not affected by her own energy-draining power.

“Water Dragon!” Ryuuko hefts her sword and summons her water power as a glimmering whip in her free hand. While Ladybug keeps Sanguisuga off-balance, Ryuuko flicks her water whip and catches Sanguisuga across the face, slapping her right out of the air and into one of the Trocadéro columns, where gravity peels her off the stone and sends her crashing to the ground.

“Cataclysm!” Chat Noir rakes his claws across the column and sends it crumbling on top of Sanguisuga, pinning her to the ground from the waist-down. But her hands are still free and she’s full of energy from the people she’s drained, so she’s slowly pulling herself free of the wreckage while aiming straight at Ladybug with a twisted growl. Before she can fire –

“Venom!” Honeybee kneels and pokes Sanguisuga directly on the neck with her pulsating trompo. “Ha. Looks like the vampire was the one bitten this time.”

“I’ll give you a five out of ten for that,” Chat Noir says. Honeybee sniffs and tosses her hair.

“Fuck you, Adrichat. My jokes are impeccabeele.”

“Okay, what’s with the puns? You’ve never done them before.”

“I can’t let my best friend out-dork me, thank you very much.”

Ladybug groans and facepalms. “Thanks, Chat, you’ve created a monster. Just break the akuma already.” Then she can fix everything and get Luka back and they can sort out what to do about Chat Noir’s identity and put this whole thing behind them and go for ice cream and cuddles –

“Ladybug!” Ryuuko elbows her gently. Ladybug blinks and shakes her head to snap herself out of her thoughts and capture the akuma. Once it’s purified, she throws the scooper into the air with trembling fingers.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The healing ladybugs swarm around the Trocadéro, fixing every single zompire and the damage caused by the battle and returning Alix, Juleka, and Petite Souris from their hiding place, then heading for the tip of the Eiffel Tower, and Ladybug lets out a choked half-laugh because that means that Luka’s been fixed. He’s okay!

“Huh?” Lila blinks and stares around from where she’s kneeling on the ground. “Where am I? Oh no! Was I akumatised again?” She starts to fake-cry, and Ladybug resists the near-irresistible urge to roll her eyes to high heaven.

“Don’t cry, Lila!” A recovered Rose rushes to help Lila up. “No one can help being akumatised!”

That much is true. But Lila had most definitely been pulling her shit even before she was akumatised, and Ladybug doesn’t intend to let her get away with any of it.

“I’m so sorry,” Lila sniffles. “I was just…I guess I was a little jealous, and Hawkmoth took advantage of me, and I feel so dirty –”

“Save the sob story,” Ladybug says shortly. “Marinette told Ryuuko and I that you admitted to breaking her arm that time when Tangleweed attacked. You certainly weren’t akumatised when you did that. You weren’t akumatised when you pulled off that power play against Adrien when he first rejected you. And you weren’t akumatised when you told those lies about being my friend and everything else.”

“I – but – how dare you!” Lila gasps. “I thought we were – well, we’re certainly not friends now! How could you hold what I said as an akuma against me? You don’t know that I wasn’t lying! And you weren’t in any hurry to denounce me before now; if I really was lying, why wouldn’t you speak up about it? Huh?”

“Because you were relatively harmless before now.” Ladybug’s earrings beep, but she ignores them. “Just telling celebrity lies to make yourself look good, and I don’t concern myself with teenage girl matters. But you’ve crossed a line, Lila Rossi. You put innocent civilians in direct danger simply because the boy you like stuck to his boundaries. Adrien’s reputation could have been permanently smeared and his father could have punished him for something he never did.”

“I told him, I had a traumatic flashback to an abusive boy in Italy!”

“Marinette could have died from that fall if she’d landed wrong – you’re lucky she only broke her arm.”

“I – I bumped into someone and accidentally caused that chain effect! I just didn’t say anything because I knew people would blame me and hate me, just like now, and I didn’t want –”

“Long story short?” Ladybug takes a step towards Lila and tilts her head with her frostiest glare. “Stay away from Adrien and Marinette. Stay away from Luka and Kagami. I really don’t care if others still want to be your friend after this, but you’ll leave those four and their friends alone. Understand?”

“Ladybug, I –”

“Understand?’

Lila swallows and clenches her fists, her olive eyes blazing with sheer hatred for a second before she looks down and starts fake-sniffling. Honestly, Ladybug can’t give half a damn if Lila loathes her.

“I understand,” Lila says. “I’m sorry for being such an inconvenience. I understand that you don’t want to associate with me anymore.”

Ladybug just raises an eyebrow. With a sniff, Lila tosses her hair and storms off, leaving Rose, Juleka, and Alix blinking as they try to process the confrontation that had just happened. Even Petite Souris looks floored, though Ladybug can’t fathom why. Do they believe her? Hopefully not. But Lila does know what strings to pull, and no one wants to believe that someone’s evil – especially not a teenage girl – so Ladybug doesn’t even know anymore. And right now, with Chat Noir’s identity and post-battle exhaustion to deal with as the adrenaline drains out of her, she honestly can’t even care.

“Good job, everyone,” Ladybug says quietly. “Tonight, eight o’clock, at the Eiffel Tower. We need to talk this out.”

Honeybee clears her throat and raises her hand. “Um,” she says. “I’m sure I could arrange an empty suite at Da – uh, at Mayor Bourgeois’ hotel. Just for us superheroes and stuff, so we’ve got a safe place to meet and chill. He’d make sure that it was off-limits to everyone else and that Hawkdick wouldn’t know about it, if he said it was for m – uh, his daughter.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Chloé,” Alix mutters, too quiet for the other bystanders to hear. Honeybee immediately flips her off.

“That’s really considerate of you, Honeybee,” Ladybug says. “You’ve come a long way.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Honeybee says. “Just go away and detransform, alright? We can still meet at the Tower and go from there.” Before she leaves, she makes a beeline for Chat Noir and throws her arms around him, then kisses his cheek. “You’ll be okay, Adrichat?”

Chat Noir nods and squeezes Honeybee’ biceps. “Yeah. Thanks, Chlo. See you tonight.”

“Um,” Petite Souris pipes up, clutching at her pendant. “My Miraculous? I have to give it back?”

“No,” Chat Noir says, bouncing on the balls of his feet, no doubt anxious to go and check on Luka. “You passed the test, we trust you to give it back, so on. Just meet us here tonight.”

“Even though I totally messed up?”

“You did well for your first akuma,” Ladybug says firmly. “Especially one as chaotic and strong as Sanguisuga. You got two civilians out of harm’s way and allowed Chat Noir to focus on the battle.”

Petite Souris’s brown eyes light up. “Oh! Okay!” she says. With that, she and Honeybee take off in parallel paths, while Rena Rouge and Carapace split from each other and head in opposite directions. Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Ryuuko head for the Eiffel Tower to detransform under cover.

“Oh my god.” Adrien collapses against Marinette and clings to her like she’s a buoy in the middle of the ocean. “They know, Mari, they know. What am I gonna do now? I can’t stop being Chat Noir. I can’t. Please, you can’t let him take it from me –”

“Hey. Hey. Just breathe.” Marinette strokes Adrien’s back softly, soothingly, trying to ground him against the panic attack she can feel wracking his body, turning his breaths hoarse and shallow. “We won’t, okay? We’ll get through this. We won’t let him take your ring. We won’t let Hawkmoth target your father.”

“This is a Ladybug and Chat Noir matter. I’m going to go and check on Luka,” Kagami whispers. Marinette shoots her a thumbs-up and nods, then guides Adrien down so that they’re sitting on the cool concrete against one of the thick Tower legs. Tikki and Plagg dart out and snuggle between Adrien and Marinette once they’ve made sure that the coast is clear.

“You’re not gonna lose me, kid,” Plagg says. “I’ll damn well fight if Fu tries to take me.”

“I agree,” Tikki says. “It’s not ideal that Hawkmoth knows your secret identity, but you and Marinette have developed a unique bond since your first day as partners. Trying to replace you would throw off that dynamic and could impair Marinette in turn. Even if he did give the ring to Luka or Kagami, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for Hawkmoth to assume that one of them was the new Black Cat because of their relationships with you and Marinette.”

“And he can’t take my Miraculous either,” Marinette says. “Bringing in a new Ladybug and Chat Noir while Hawkmoth’s growing stronger…as Chloé would say, that’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!”

Adrien forces out a weak laugh at that. “Still not up to us,” he rasps. “If Fu says –”

“Screw him,” Plagg says. “We’re the ancient cosmic beings, not him. I choose to stay with you.”

“Maybe we should just go and see him before you start panicking too much,” Tikki says. “We can work out a solution together, alright? But I’m with Plagg: I refuse to let him be taken away from you. Understand?”

Adrien snorts at that, but he still reaches up to stroke Tikki and Plagg with two fingers. “I understand. Thanks, guys. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Now we just have to figure out how to get you to Master Fu’s place without people swarming you,” Marinette jokes.

“Why, princess, it’s as though you doubt my cat-like skills.”

“You’re such a dork, Adrien!”

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He Chose Me

Request: Yes / No  Could you please do a Jughead x reader? It takes place in season 2 episode 14, when Veronica takes Betty, Jughead and Archie to a cabin that her parents own and instead of Betty bringing with Jughead she brings Kevin since Jughead and her aren't together. But, she likes Jughead and she's all over him and she's trying to make the reader jealous. She takes you aside and threatens you and says that Jughead is hers and he will choose her instead of the reader. The reader is best friends with Veronica so she goes to her for advice and Veronica says that she needs to do something to make sure that she knows that Jughead is hers. So the reader is getting very handsy in the hot tub which leads to Jughead and the reader having a very fun night and everyone in the house can hear it. So in the morning you both go downstairs and you are hanging all over Jughead in front of Betty. You can decide if the reader confronts Betty.  (Please include smut) @superdeadwalker

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Jughead x Fem!ale!Reader

Word count: 3393

Warnings: Underage drinking, Smut, cursing, Betty being a bitch

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Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It was like any other day at Riverdale, weird but pretty alright. Veronica texted me and asked me to meet her in the student lounge before school. I was wondering what she wanted to talk about, I figured it was something about her and Archie or about my kiss with Jughead. Veronica was obsessed with shipping us together and when I told her about the kiss, she was determined to make it happen. I walked into the lounge and saw the whole gang there.

“Hey guys.” I smiled and sat down on Jughead’s arm rest. Veronica smirked at me and I rolled my eyes.

“Finally you’re here! Now we can get to business!” V said clapping her hands.

“What now?” I asked confused.

“Daddy and my mother are busy this weekend so they can’t go to our families cabin. Instead, we’re gonna go.” She said and everyone smiled.

“Fair warning. Our Shadow Lake chalet is rustic, but it has breathtaking views of the mountains, the water…” She trailed off.

“Oh, my God. That sounds heavenly, V.” Betty said. Jughead wasn’t really paying attention, he was writing in his notebook.

“What do you say, Jug?” I asked with a smirk, he looked up at me confused.

“As long as it’s cool with your dad.” He said to Veronica.

“Oh, Mr. Lodge actually suggested it.” Archie said.

“Yeah.” V nodded in agreement.

“Well then, cue the dueling banjos.” He said and everyone looked at him confused.

“What? And it’ll also be a good chance for me to work on my novel.” He said with a small smile.

“Excellent! But remember, the point of the luxury weekend is to relax and unplug.” Veronica said.

“I don’t think Y/N/N will be able to survive without listening to her playlist.” Jughead teased and I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll be able to last longer than you without your laptop.” I teased back. After Veronica told us Archie had to go to practice and Betty dragged Jughead away. Veronica beckoned me closer to her. I got up and sat next to her.

“This is your chance to make Jughead your bo!” She said excitedly. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“I told you, you’re not allowed to interfere!” I said and she shook her head.

“I won’t, much.” She said with a wink.

“Ughhhh! Ronnie!” I groaned.

“You should be looking for him right now before Betty sinks her claws into him and you lose him forever.” She said before she got up and left.

The school day went on for what felt like forever. When it finally ended I rushed home to pack. Veronica was coming to pick me up in about an hour. I packed everything I needed and a few other things, just incase. Ronnie came on time and we went to pick up Betty and Jughead. Betty was sitting very close to Jughead and she kept looking at me with an irritated look. Betty and I were friends but we were never really close. We finally made it to the cabin and it was so cute! We all got out of the car and looked around in awe.

“When I was younger, we’d come here every summer, whenever my dad could sneak away for a weekend.” I heard Veronica say.

“Veronica wasn’t kidding. It really was the last house on the left.” Jughead said.

“Veronica isn’t the type to kid someone Juggie.” I said with a smirk.

“I’ll help you with the bags.” Andre said to us.

“No, no, we’ve got it. Archie?” Veronica said. Jughead was carrying his and my bags, even though I told him I could do it. Kevin was carrying his and Betty’s bags. Archie walked over to Andre and Veronica walked over to me.

“TTFN, Andre. We’ll see you Sunday night at 7 p.m., and not a second earlier.” She said pointing a finger at him.

“Y/N, wait till you see the inside.” She said and we linked arms. Her, Jughead, Betty, Kevin, and I walked inside while Archie grabbed the bags.

“Wow… Ronnie this is awesome.” I said, she giggled.

“Welcome to what I humbly like to call, Lodge Lodge.” She said and Betty chuckled while I rolled my eyes.

“So what should we do first?” I asked.

“I think we should all get set up in our rooms, Archie and I together, Betty and Kevin, and Y/N and Jughead.” Veronica said with a smile. Jughead and I looked at eachother.

“Sound good to me.” Kevin said with a smile.

“Same here.” Jughead said. We all walked to our separate rooms and started unpacking. When Jughead and I walked into the room we saw there was only one bed. Damn it Ronnie!

“I can sleep on the floor.” Jug said and I looked at him confused.

“No way! Jug we’ve been friends for years, I think we can sleep in the same bed together for a weekend.” I said and He looked at me.

“Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded.

“A hundred percent!” I said with a smile. We put our bags down and he stared unpacking. I sat down on the bed, it was really comfortable.

“Do you want the top or bottom draw?” He asked and I looked over at him.

“Don’t matter to me.” I said and he put his clothes in the bottom one.

“Come sit on the bed, it’s so nice.” I said and laid down. He laughed but came and sat down.

“Oh wow, this is really nice.” He said and laid down. Before I could answer we hear the squeaking of a bed frame. I turned to look at Jughead and we both burst out laughing.

“Oh, my God! Are they serious?” I asked shaking my head.

“Is that all they do? Can’t they ever just have, like, a conversation?” He asked.

“Apparently not.” I laughed. Jughead and I stayed in the room for a few hours, luckily Veronica and Archie were fucking all that time. The two of us walked downstairs and saw everyone was there.

“Hey guys.” I said with a smile.

“Hey.” They all said and Veronica had a huge smile on her face.

“You two were spending quite a lot of time alone.” She said and I rolled my eyes at her. She really can’t just give up can she?

“Yeah, we were unpacking and talking.” Jughead said.

“Yeah, unlike you and Archie.” I smirked at her. Betty glared at me.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Betty asked and I shrugged.

“Sure.” I said and she pulled me away from the group. We went outside and once she was sure no one would hear us she turned to me.

“Stay the hell away from Jughead.” She said with narrow eyes.

“And why in the world would I do that?” I asked with a sweet smile.

“Because he’s mine!” She growled and I had to keep myself from laughing.

“Last I checked, Jughead is single.” I said and crossed my arms.

“Jughead is going to be mine, he’ll pick me over you any day!” She said and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right.” I said becoming bored with this conversation.

“He wouldn’t want a Serpent Slut like you.” She said and I glared at her.

“What the fuck did you say?” I growled.

“I know you’ve slept with other Serpents, in fact I have pictures. So if you don’t stay the hell away from Jughead I’ll send them to the whole school.” She threatened.

“You’re a bitch Betty Cooper.” I said and she just smiled and headed back in the house. I kicked a rock and growled. I sighed then walked back inside. Veronica noticed I was pissed.

“Is everything okay?” She asked looking at me and Betty.

“Everything’s fine, right Y/N?” Betty asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Yeah everything’s fine.” I said with a fake smile. Veronica knew I was lying but I shook my head and her, telling her not to say anything more.

“Awesome!” She said getting up.

“Because you guys haven’t tried my jalapeno margaritas.” She said.

“Who wants one?” She asked walking off. She grabbed me and pulled me with her.

“I guess I’m helping.” I said. She pulled me into the kitchen and then looked to see everyone went to the living room.

“What happened?” She asked while grabbed glasses.

“Betty threatened me.” I said with a sigh.

“What?” She asked shocked.

“Yeah, she said I better stay away from Jughead or she’ll send the whole school so pictures of me sleeping with some Serpent guy…” I said and shook my head.

“You don’t actually believe she had pictures do you?” She asked and I sighed.

“Who knows, it’s Betty, she can find out pretty much anything.” I said and started helping V with the drinks.

“I’ll see if she actually has pictures and delete them if she does. But you are not gonna stay away from Jughead.” She said and I sighed.

“Maybe he does wanna be with her…” I said and Ronnie smacked my arm.

“Ow!” I said and narrowed my eyes at her.

“Jughead and you are perfect for each other! You just need to show Betty who he really belongs to.” She smirked and finished the drinks. I helped her take them to the other room and I thought about what she said. When we walked in Betty was sitting really freaking close to Jughead. I took a deep breath and set the drinks down then sat next to Veronica. Everyone grabbed a drink and we all just talked.

“I’d like to propose a toast.” Jughead said standing up.

“To the Lodges, to their hospitality, and to putting the past behind us.” He said and I felt a small pain in my chest. I’m pretty sure he was talking about his feud with Veronica’s father but another part of me thought he was talking about our kiss.

“Cheers!” Veronica said with a smile. Everyone clinked their glasses

“So, your parents come up here a lot these days, Veronica?” Jughead asked sitting down.

“Not as much as they’d like. Daddy’s such a workaholic, you know.” Veronica answered.

“On the SoDale project?” He asked and she nodded.

“How’s that going? Is that heating up? Still getting intense?” Jughead continued to question.

“It is. Luckily Archie’s dad is doing such a superb job of keeping everything to schedule.” Ronnie said.

“V, tell us more about your fancy neighbors.” Betty said changing the subject.

“Yeah are they in the same business as your dad?” Jughead asked and I tried to hide my smirk.

“Jughead! I mean it.” Betty whispered.

“Guys, what’s up?” I asked.

“Betty, I’m just making idle conversation. I’m sorry, please continue.” Jug said.

“It’s a hodgepodge, really. Some are in entertainment, some are in business, some are in real estate.” Veronica said.

“You know what’s weird? As we were driving up here, I noticed that none of the houses had mailboxes or numbers or anything on them. Why is that?” He asked and I again hid my smirk. Jughead’s being his little detective self.

“Shadow Lake is a pretty private community.” She answered.

“Like their hiding something?” He asked.

“Jughead, seriously, this isn’t twenty questions.” Betty said annoyed.

“Toxic twin alert.” Veronica whispered to me with a smirk.

“Guys, I think we all need to relax.” She said then turned to wink at me.

“Step one. Clothes off, swimsuits on.” She said and Archie smirked.

“Hell yeah!” Kevin said. Everyone ran to their rooms and got their swimsuits on. I put mine on and then put on my long black cartagine.

I walked downstairs and out to the hottub. Everyone was already in and Veronica kept Betty away from Jughead.

“Y/N/N! Come on in, the water’s great!” Ronnie said and I smiled. I took off my cartagine and Veronica smirked. All the boys were staring and I got in. I sat down near Jughead and I glaced to see he was staring still.

“Ah. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m feeling better already.” Veronica said with a smile. “Okay, so, I think we should play a game.” She said and we all looked at her.

“What kind of game?” Kevin asked.

“Truth or dare.” Veronica said with a smirk.

“I’m in.” I said which shocked her but she quickly recovered.

“So am I!” Kev said.

“Great, majority rules, so Betty… Truth or dare?” Ronnie asked.

“Dare.” She said.

“I dare you to kiss Kevin!” She said.

“Really V?” She asked and looked at Kevin.

“It’s a dare B, now go on.” She said. We all watched as her and Kevin kissed. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a ten second kiss.

“Jug, truth or dare?” Betty asked.

“Truth.” He said.

“Do you like anyone?” She asked and we all looked at him.

“I have my eye on someone, yes.” He answered.

“Who?” Betty asked.

“No, no, you only get to ask one question.” He said with a smirk.

“Archie. Truth or dare?” Jug asked.

“Dare.” Archie said.

“I dare you to go jump in the pool.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Really? That’s the best thing you could come up with?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s a great dare Juggie.” Betty said with a smile. Archie did his dare then came back in.

“Kevin, truth or dare?” He asked.

“Truth.” Kevin answered.

“Do you miss Joaquin?” Archie asked.

“Sometimes.” Kevin answered with a blush.

“Veronica, truth or dare?” He asked.

“Truth.” She said.

“Did you and Nick ever date?” He asked and Veronica made a disgusted face.

“No way!” She said.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” She asked me with a smile.

“Dare. There are way too many truths.” I answered. Veronica smirked and I instantly regret picking dare…

“I dare you to make out with Jughead for two minutes.” She said and her smirk grew.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea V, I mean their best friends, wouldn’t that be weird?” Betty said.

“It’s fine Betty, it’s not like it’ll ruin our friendship.” Jughead said.

“Great! Timer is set. Go.” Veronica said. She started the timer and I looked at Jughead. I looked back at Veronica and then Betty. I smirked and got up. I straddled Jughead and wrapped my arms around his neck. He looked at me shocked and I placed my lips on his. He grabbed my hips and kissed me back. I gently bit his lip and he opened his mouth. I slipped my tongue in and we battled for dominance. Jughead ultimately won and I started to gently move my hips. He groaned and I smirked into the kiss. The timer went off and I pulled away. Jughead had a smirk on his face and I smirked back. I got off him and went to sit back in my spot but Jughead pulled me closer. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and Veronica smirked at me.

“So Archie, truth or dare?” I asked like nothing just happened.

We continued with the game and Jughead wouldn’t take his arm off me. Veronica wouldn’t stop smirking at me and Betty wouldn’t stop glaring at me. Once we got bored we all got out and went to our rooms. Jughead got dressed then it was my turn to use the bathroom. I grabbed some clothes and walked in.

“You know that was some kiss we had in the hottub.” He called to me.

“Yeah, it was.” I said with a smirk.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked getting dressed.

“It was pretty amazing.” He answered.

“But did you enjoy it?” I asked again as I finished.

“Did you?” He asked. I smirked and opened the door.

“I asked you first Juggie.” I said walking out in my maroon and black bra and underwear.

“Whoa…” He said sitting up.

“So, did you enjoy it?” I asked again and walked slowly over him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“I did.” He answered while taking in my body. He looked up at my face and bit his lip.

“Did you?” He asked and I smirked.

“Well, I wouldn’t be dressed like this in front of you if I didn’t.” I answered.

“Well you look very sexy.” He said and I pushed him on his back. I crawled on top of him attacked his lips. He pulled me closer and kissed me harder. He flipped us over and kissed down to my neck. He gently bit and sucked leaving his mark and I moaned with a smirk. He kissed further down my body and pulled my bra off. He took my right breast into his mouth and bit my nipple slightly. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and gently pulled.

“Fuck Juggie!” I moaned. He smirked and moved to my other boob. I felt myself getting wet and I moaned for him.

“Don’t be such a tease Jug!” I begged.

“Patented Y/N.” He said and slowly kissed down to my underwear. He pulled it off me and spread my legs. He kissed both my thighs, skipping the one place I really needed him.

“Jughead, please!” I begged him, and I wasn’t one to beg. He smirked up at me and gave my pussy a slow lick. He was being such a tease!

“Juggie!” I groaned. He smirked and decided to stop teasing me. He started sucking on my clit and slid a finger inside me. I moaned and arched my back. He pushed me back down and added another finger.

“Fuck Juggie! Just fuck me already!” I moaned and he stopped. He sat up and took his pajama pants off, along with his boxers. His erections sprung free. I licked my lips and crawled over to him. I pumped his cock a few time before taking it as far as I could. He moaned and wrapped his fingers in my hair. I bobbed my head and Jughead pushed me all the way down. I gagged and he moaned and held me there for a few seconds. He let me go and I gasped for air. Jughead grabbed me and laid me down. He lined himself up with my entrance and slammed into me. I moaned loudly, I’m sure the whole house heard me. He slammed into me repeatedly and each time he went faster and harder.

“Juggie! Fuck!” I moaned.

“Fuck you’re so tight Y/N!” He moaned and grabbed my right boob. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and I moaned louder.

“I’m close Jug!” I moaned.

“So am I!” He moaned. He thrusted into me harder and I dug my nails in his shoulders. He moved his hand to my clit and rubbed it at a quick pace.

“Cum for me Y/N.” He said and I did as I was told. I moaned and clenched down around his hard cock. He moaned and started losing his rhythm. Once I was finished he pulled out and came on my stomach.

“Fuck Y/N!” He moaned as he pumped himself. He finished and fell to my side. We looked at each other and we both had lazy smiles on our lips.

“We should clean up before we pass out.” Jughead said and I chuckled.

“Yeah, probably.” I said and we both got up. We quickly cleaned each other up and then went to bed. Jughead pulled me close to him and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning we both got dressed and did our morning things.

Once we were both ready we walked downstairs to see everyone looking at us. Jughead wrapped his arm around my shoulder and Veronica was smirking and I shook my head at her but smiled. Betty got up and ran off with tears in her eye. I smirked and Jughead looked at me confused.

“I checked that thing for you Y/N/N and it was nothing.” Veronica said and I smiled.

“Thanks Ronnie.” I said and everyone was confused.

“So you two seemed to have fun last night.” Veronica said changing the subjects to us. Jughead and I blushed and everyone laughed.

“I knew you two would get together!” She said happily and I rolled my eyes.

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Well, hello beautiful person. Could you please recommend me you favorite oneshots? Better if those are AU. I LOVE YOU by the way.

Well, hi you! :) Favorite oneshots, preferably AU (there might still be a few of CC there though, I couldn’t help it haha…), gotcha! This is gonna get pretty long, so be aware & read more below the cut! By the way, I LOVE YOU TOO, anon

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The Way He Looks at You by anna_sun Summary: It first happened in the safety of Isak’s own bed, the cluster of butterflies that seem to clog his lungs when he really looked into Even’s eyes. They were laying mindlessly, limbs and hearts tangled into each other’s, the only effort required of them being when they wanted to kiss. Though, even that, in itself, was effortless. When Isak looked up, he was welcomed by the sight of Even’s full lips ready to be kissed, and he wasn’t about to kiss them good-bye. Every single time, he did it only with the promise of more. The lingering touches, the fingertips softly drawing patterns on warm skin, the kisses. They all meant the same to Isak. They all meant infinity. 

Love, Isak by Avengers__x Summary: Isak writes Even a bunch of letters but he never intends to send them.

fire and ice by snowyderek Summary: “From what I’ve tasted of desire—” Even met eyes with Isak as he looked up from his paper only for a second and blushed before looking back down, continuing. “—I hold with those who favour fire.” It was silent in room other than the voice of Isak and the soft pitter patter outside of the rain. (or, Even falls for Isak soft words and their unknown meanings.) 

Steal Your Heart by alijan Summary: An AU story of how Isak and Even met through Isak’s friends. Or, more specifically, a AU story of how Even chases after Isak and he lets himself be caught.

The Hot Muffin Thief by Bellakitse Summary: There is a magical muffin at the café where Isak’s buddy Jonas works. It’s Isak’s lifeline, he has it every day and then one day some hot art hipster steals his muffin.

flickered in my mind for only you by DarkBeauty_890Summary: soulmates!au; But even the lonely nights hearing his mom cry for his dad couldn’t stop Isak from tracing the words (looped, like maybe his soul mate was an artist or a writer) etched permanently onto his skin. He sat huddled under the covers for hours, flashlight illuminating the darkened space, allowing Isak to wonder who they would be. His soulmate.

True or False by iriswests Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned.

Love Me Harder by tech_ftw Summary: In which accidentally being added to a group text has unexpected consequences. Like falling in love.

Sideways and Slantways by iriswests Summary: Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first.

cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse  Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

sickeningly sweet like honey by tomlinsoln Summary: coffee shop!au; Even likes to write pickup lines on Isak’s cup.

Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question.

Love and other stories by littlemovie (Lejla)  Summary: The guy in the picture had a black snapback on, which covered half his face, but what caught Isak’s attention was the sinful, plumb mouth half opened, the bottom lip dragged down by the guy’s thumb, his other fingers holding his snapback. A simple caption, Not Mags, but sure. And before he knew what he was doing, Isak had taken a screenshot of the picture and then he let out a sound, which he would never in a million years admit to. Linn looked at him from the other couch, her eyes disapproving. “You need to be quiet, Isak.” Isak’s wide eyes widened even more, and with a quick nod to appease Linn, he booked it to his room, his phone clutched in his hand. Or Isak accidentally falls in love over Snapchat and he doesn’t regret it.

Better With You by iriswests Summary: Isak and Even don’t know what they’d do without the other. Eventually, they realize they don’t really need to find out.

Please Know That I’m Yours to Keep by pressurerin Summary: hogwarts!au; “Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck. OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion. 

the region of the summer stars by thekardemomme Summary: flower shop!au; Someone keeps sending Isak flower bouquets and Even happens to work in a flower shop.

open the pod bay doors by iriswests Summary: Even’s trying to write a script for his class, Isak happens to catch a glimpse of the shit show, and they fall in love over a story of parallel universes.

The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some. 

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand. Fuck. 

Afire Love by pressurerin Summary: Isak can’t seem to stay out of trouble. A hot firefighter makes trouble seem not that bad. 

sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him. 

blow out all the candles by tarjeiandhenrik Summary: It’s Eskild’s birthday, Even works at a cake shop and Isak doesn’t know how to make tea. 

we were made for garden by stomatoconveniencestore Summary: When Eskild announces he’s about to star in a documentary, Isak doesn’t pay him much attention. But once he accidentally gets involved himself, it’s not only the film he starts to care about, but also its director. 

when your heart is bleeding, i’m coming to get you by cosetties Summary: uni!au; Isak doesn’t exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he’s working at. He also doesn’t expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even’s crushing on someone else. 

Forget The World by verlore_poplap  Summary: Hence, Isak resigned himself to being the ninth wheel and consoled himself with the knowledge that Even was always good for some solid kush and he’d just light up for four days straight. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded in Isak’s head. Yeah. This weekend was going to be fucking awesome.

–A