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bangtan-madi · 5 years ago

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Year of the Rabbit — Three: Hwajeon

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 3 / 7

A/N — I anticipate this series being 7 parts if it continues at the current pace, so it will most likely be 2 parts longer than I originally thought! :)

Previous — Next

The flower shop is one of many that line the historic street in Seoul. You're occupying one of several dozen that connect via old brick and mortar. They're all small and quaint, snuggled together in your favorite part of the city. Due to the closeness, you know your neighbors well. When facing the front of the shop, there's a supermarket on the left and a small department store on the left. Both make last-minute ideal when you're running behind on errands.

What you'd forgotten is that all the shops connect through shared attic space. It's not easy to access, but the space above each store provides useful space for storage. You've seen Yoongi tinkering with the heating units and plumbing from time to time. Jungkook pulls the panel down from the ceiling, and a retractable ladder folds out. You immediately get the impression that has also done this quite a few times before.

"I'd forgotten we even had that," you murmur. "W—Why are we going up there?"

Jungkook turns back to you with a smile. "I have a hunch. You wanna go first or me?"

Glancing up at the ladder rising into the dark and cold, you shake your head. "You first."

Your best friend laughs at your hesitation and props one foot onto the last tier of the ladder. With assured movements, he pulls himself up until he disappears into the pitch-black.

A hand extends from above. "C'mon. Grab my hand." Though still unsure, you slip one hand out from under your cocoon of warmth and take hold. "That's it," Jungkook prides. "I got you."

Moments later, you're up in the attic space with him. His cellphone is in his other hand, and he uses it to light the way. Around you are large, clunky pieces of equipment and hundreds of feet of plumping and wires. Some good they're doing now, with the power shut off.

Jungkook taps his ear while looking at you, as if telling you to listen. "Do you hear that?"

You do as he gestures, focusing on a soft hum in the distance. "What is t—that?"

Motioning to the other side of the crowded opening, the brunet says, "Your next-door neighbor is a supermarket. When the power shut off, I'd bet you a hundred-million won that a separate, backup generator kicked in. A lot of supermarkets have them nowadays."

Hope returns to your eyes as you realize what he's saying. "What, really? So they should have power!"

"Maybe not full power, but definitely should be warmer than your place," Jungkook agrees. He tightens his hand around yours and nods to the other side of the attic, where a similar floor-door is. "Let's go find out."

Jungkook descends through the supermarket attic entrance. His steps are careful as he enters the neighboring shop. It's as dark as your shop, but the air is warmer.

"Looks like it opens up in some sort of utility closet," he says, looking around as you scuttle down the ladder.

"It's warmer, though." You land cautiously on your feet.

Your companion walks towards the door, and you follow behind. As he opens it, a huge grin appears on both of your faces.

Though not as illuminated as it normally is, the supermarket is covered in a dim glow. A few of the overhead lights are casting a yellow glow on the open space, and there are emergency, neon blue lights that line every walkway, shelf, doorway, and register. Add to that the white light coming from several freezers, the magenta hues from the bakery display section, the evergreen flickers from the neon signs on the windows, and the scarlet lights of the Lunar New Year decorations at every corner of the store: the entire place looks like a carnival or rainbow colors.

"This is one of those rare times I'm totally fine with you being right."

Jungkook snickers and enters the neon-glow of the supermarket. "Doesn't look like anyone's here either." He tries the front door, seeing it's locked from the outside. "Your neighbor must've closed up early for the Lunar New Year."

"Can't blame him," you whisper.

He turns to you with a wide, bunny-like grin and announces, "I promised you dinner, didn't I?"

"Are you serious? Wouldn't that be stealing?"

He gives a flippant wave of his hand. "I'll leave money and a tip for the trouble, don't worry. What's the alternative? We're in a supermarket. The power's out. We have no way to get home, and from the looks of it out there—." He gestures to the large windows that line the front of the store. The snow is only coming down heavier, measuring almost half a meter by now. "—we're going to be here at least for the night. So yeah, you're damn right I'm serious."

As if on cue, your stomach makes a gurgling growling sound. Jungkook cocks and eyebrow, and you offer a sheepish smile. "Maybe I am a little hungry. What're you in the mood to cook, Kook?"

"It's the Lunar New Year, and I'm not about to miss out on that. How does Tteokguk sound?" At your ecstatic nod, he skips over to you and tugs at the corners of your blanket hoodie. "Are you warm enough to go shopping with me?"

"Only if we make Hwajeon, too!"

"You and your sweets, I swear."

"Promise?"

Jungkook places his hand over his heart, looking adorable despite his tone. "Cross my heart and hope to not burn down the supermarket."

You shrug. "Good enough for me. At least you're not my brother."

The brunet lets out a sound halfway between a groan and a sigh as he bounds away to retrieve a shopping cart from beyond the register. In his absence, you wander towards the baking section. At the end of the aisle, you spot exactly what you need. Edible flowers in all colors and varieties line the end-cap. You select several to your liking, admiring how they mirror the ones in your shop.

"Namjoon almost burnt down my gym," Jungkook says as he returns, finding you with half a dozen containers of edible flowers in your arms. "How do you even do that? There's nothing flammable!"

You place your findings in the cart, pulling the blanket tighter around you after you finish. "Hell if I know. Who can explain the god of destruction that is Kim Namjoon?"

"Where is he this year? Off exploring the world still?"

You nod, replying, "Yep. He's traveling with Seokjin still. Those two will be bachelors forever if they don't stop hopping from country to country, but they seem happiest with each other so..."

"You miss him?"

"Every day," you chuckle. "He's my brother. We fought like brats when we were younger, but he's pretty awesome now. Even if he did try to burn down your gym."

Your heart feels a little heavier at the thought of your brother. You were trying to not think about family over the Lunar New Year. With your parents still in Ilsan and your brother god knows where, you were alone in Seoul with only Elizabeth the 3rd and Jungkook to keep you company during constant work and school. Even your beloved co-workers were on vacation.

It's the first New Year you've spent by yourself. Well, mostly by yourself.

Seeing your mood shift and your eyes stare off, Jungkook walks up behind you and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise but aren't able to make a response before he sets you down into the cart.

"You know the ingredients for Hwajeon?" he asks.

Shaking off those negative thoughts, you look at your best friend over your shoulder. Both of you are fully aware of what he's doing, but neither of you has a problem with it.

"Yep! Let's get flour while we're in baked goods. Then we'll need honey, salt, cinnamon powder, and sesame oil. You by chance know Tteokguk?"

Jungkook pushes the cart forward, allowing you to search the shelves from your seat in front of him. "You're lucky I helped my mom cook Tteokguk every New Year for almost fifteen years. It was my dish to make, so I have it memorized."

"Don't bore me, just steer me in the direction and tell me what to grab."

"You're awfully bossy," Jungkook murmurs.

Tossing a playful yet sharp glance at him, you turn towards the flour on the shelf. As you reach the glutinous rice variety, you ask, "What are Jimin and his boyfriend doing for the holiday, do you know?"

Jungkook gives a loud laugh as he pushes you along to the next item on your mental list. "Probably doing gross stuff on my sofa. Perks of living with your business partner and childhood friend are great. Jimin's awesome and he's always been like a brother to me. But holy shit, ever since he and Taehyung started dating, it's gotten awkward a few times. They have non-stop sex. Non. Stop. I hear it and..." He gives an involuntary shiver. "Let's just say I'd rather be stuck with you in a supermarket with only edible flowers to eat."

"Awww, how sweet. I'm honored."

"I'm serious!" he exclaims, eyes widening and hands moving with his words. "You call me the Gym Bunny, but they're the rabbits."

You turn and grab the salt that's to Jungkook's right, locking eyes with him in the process. "You jealous, Kookie?"

His throat moves as he swallows, something that doesn't slip past you. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

You retreat back to your seat in the cart, placing the salt to your side. "Don't know. Just thought you might've wanted to spend the Lunar New Year with someone special."

"I am. I'm with you, aren't I?"

You lower your head and pull the heated blanket around so it hides your face. The last thing you need is for him to pick up on your blush or hidden feelings. "You know what I meant. It's been a few months since you broke things off with your ex. I would've thought by now you would've met someone else."

Your best friend takes the observation in stride, offering a response of, "Just haven't met anyone that great, to be honest. I broke things off with her because I wasn't feeling it anymore. I didn't love her, and I don't think she loved me either. We're way better off as friends."

A lump forms in your throat at his words. Is that how he sees you? A friend and never anything more? You're unsure if you're comforted by this thought or horrified.

"I guess that's fair." After grabbing the sesame oil from the shelf around the corner, you turn to Jungkook and ask, "Your turn. Show me what to get for Tteokguk."

Over the next twenty minutes, the pair makes the rounds through the supermarket. By the time you've gathered the ingredients for Tteokguk and Hwajeon—along with some soju and makgeolli that make every holiday meal better—you're both hungry and dying for something to eat.

"We're gonna need a portable stove-top," you state as Jungkook adds banana milk to the cart with a greedy and childlike giggle. "The camping variety should work. Maybe we can plug it into the generator if we can find it?"

"There may be battery-powered ones, too," he says. "You go grab a couple of saucepans and cooking utensils. I'll get the stove. Meet back here in two?"

You nod, then lift your blanket-covered arms towards the brunet. "Up, up!"

Though he rolls his eyes, Jungkook leans down and scoops you up. Your arms wrap around his neck. His strength is effortless as he lifts you out of the cart and places you on the floor. The blanket catches on your toe, causing you to become off-balance. Jungkook reaches out and places his hands on your hips to ensure you don't fall. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"Whoa, you okay?" he asks.

You turn your gaze towards him, nose almost brushing against his in the process. You hadn't realized how close you both had gotten during the near-fall. Not that you're complaining. Your heart is hammering as his eyes search yours, that breathtaking brown that makes you want to melt.

God, you love his eyes.

Jungkook's lips tug upwards in a teasing expression. "Thanks, but that's not my best feature."

You shake your head a bit, not understanding what he's said. "What?"

"You said you love my eyes. I mean, they're great, but I think my personality is my best feature."

Your stomach sinks as you realize the accidental slip of the tongue. A wave of intense heat rises from your chest, up your neck, and covers your face. You break away from Jungkook and fix the blanket so it doesn't block your feet any longer.

"Fuck, I must be tired," you snigger. "I'm sorry, that was weird. Ignore me! I'll meet you in front of the bakery in two. That's the most open space."

Without waiting for him to respond, you grab the cart. Not another moment goes by before you speed towards the kitchen equipment section. It's on the other side of the supermarket, but that gives time to hide with your proverbial tail between your legs.

Searching for a set of pans to use is the last thing on your mind when you arrive. Quickly finding a pair that will work, you grab the nearest set of bowls, chopsticks, and cooking tools. It takes much less than two minutes, and you use the rest of the time to recover from your blunder.

"'I love your eyes'? Really?" You rest your forehead against the edge of the shelf, letting it press against the cold metal. A groan slips past your lips. "My god, I'm such a fucking moron."

You've been trying to ignore these feelings for a while. They've been creeping in over the last year. But none have been more difficult to hide than when you first returned to Korea after a time abroad. Jungkook glued to your side the moment you returned, and you'd spent more time together over the extensive holiday season than ever before. You had convinced yourself it was a silly crush before you left. When you returned, you told yourself that it was just a relief to be back in the arms of your best friend.

But these feelings haven't left, and they're tired of being pushed to the side. One way or another, you have to face the truth. And if there ever was a time more perfect to do some self-reflection, the Lunar New Year is a perfect time.

You breathe a heavy sigh and close your eyes. Deep down, you know the truth is evident. It has been for months. There's no point in kidding yourself any longer.

You've fallen in love with your best friend. Slowly but surely, over years and years of friendship, in a way you never expected: Jeon Jungkook has stolen your heart.

"Shit," you curse, shaking your head to yourself as your eyes flutter back open.

There it is. There's the truth you've been running from. Out in the open for all parts of your being to see. The next question to ask is even more difficult to face, and you gnaw your lower lip at the thought of it.

What are you doing to do about it?

Taglist — @kookie-off-his-kookie

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redisriding · 4 years ago

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Tell us about yourself!

Yikes! So I didn't really know where to begin with this one, Well I was born on the banks of the river... Nah! So I googled “fun get to know me questions” and the resulting questionnaire had 371 questions. I decided to answer the first 100!

Strap yourself in, because HERE WE GO!

1. What is your full name?

Red is Riding ;)

2. What does your name mean?

Funny story, so I actually created this alias to partake in some underground hedonistic activities. When I went to start my Tumblr I just decided to use the same one because I’m not very creative and didn’t want to make up a new one. I never thought that this blog would become as popular as it has, and now I couldn’t be bothered changing the name. It does make me laugh though, if only you people knew what I used to get up to under this alias.

3. Are you named after anyone?

Little Red Riding Hood?

4. Does your name make any interesting anagrams?

I don’t think so, but maybe someone smarter than me could figure it out.

5. If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

I would probably change my real first name if I could as unfortunately I share it with a reasonably well known facist.

6. Where are you from?

A small European country.

7. Where were you born?

In the capital city of that small European country.

8. Where did you grow up?

In the suburbs of the capital of that small European country.

9. Who did you look like growing up?

A member of the band Hanson, if they had red hair and wore those terrible 2000’s wire rimmed glasses.

10.What are your best characteristics?

Oh gosh, isn’t it embarrassing to talk about your good traits? Especially when the way you see yourself is often so different from the way others see you.

11.What are your favorite things about yourself?

Honestly, I’ve great boobs.

12.Which of your parents are you closest to?

Depends on my mood.

13.Which of your parents are you more like?

I think physically I’m more like my mother, but my character is closer to my father.

14.Are your grandparents still married?

Yep, on one side. On the other side my grandad is dead and has been for a very long time.

15.What relative was important to you growing up & why?

I guess my grandparents, they are the only members of the extended family I ever really saw growing up. I was never close to my uncles, and my aunts and cousins all live in different countries.

16.What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?

Anything about my love life, we just don’t talk about it. Ever!

17.What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

I’m actually not sure. I know they had lots of other traditionally female names picked out, but I don’t know any male names they had for me. I’m not sure if they knew early on if I was going to be a girl, would make sense though.

18.What do you call your grandparents?

I call one of my grandmother’s by her first name, and my grandad, grandad.

19.What is your best physical feature?

My boobs!…I have pretty eyes too.

20.What is your biggest accomplishment?

Probably getting into University and graduating top of my class.

21.What is your biggest fear?

Having all my joints simultaneously dislocate.

22.What is your biggest regret?

The way I’ve treated certain people over the years.

23.What is your eye colour?

Blue.

24.What inspires you?

Hope that tomorrow can be better.

25.What is the most important thing in your life?

My family, and my future.

26.What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?

Hummm, I’m really not sure about this one.

27.Who is your favourite actor?

I truly could not name a single actor.

28.Who is your favourite actress?

As above.

29.Who is your favourite celebrity?

I genuinely have no idea.

30.Who is your favourite musician?

Lorde has been getting me through this quarantine, but my favourite singer/band is/are Florence + the Machine. Maybe that dates me.

31.Who’s your favourite person in the world?

I can’t choose just one!

32.What is your favourite childhood memory?

I’m very lucky, I had a really marvellous childhood. I guess I have some great memories of playing with my brother as a child, but I’m not sure I have a favourite memory.

33.What is your favourite colour?

Teal.

34.What is your favourite cultural activity?

I love going to the theatre.

35.What is your favourite drink?

Water is the thing I drink most often. I don’t like tea or coffee, and I only drink alcohol in social settings not alone of an evening.

36.What is your favourite fairytale?

I’m actually not sure. I know it’s not quite the same but I was never allowed to watch the Disney princess films growing up (a lot of which are based on fairytales) so I can’t say I am particularly attached on any. Although, in answering this question I have remembered by blog name so I probably should say Little Red Riding Hood.

37.What is your favourite food?

Potatoes, they are so wonderfully versatile, I will never get bored eating them.

38.What is your favourite holiday destination?

There is so much of the world I have not yet seen and I cannot wait until we’re allowed to travel again. The last big trip I was on was to Canada, Vancouver, and it was amazing.

39.What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?

Ice cream does not agree with me at all, I always thought I was lactose intolerant because of it (I’m not), but I did love a pistachio ice cream as a kid.

40.What is your favourite music genre?

According to Spotify my most listened to genre is “alternative” whatever that means.

41.What is your favourite physical activity?

Hiking.

42.What is your favourite quote?

I don’t believe I have one. I do know someone who has “live laugh love” tattooed on their foot. Take from that what you will.

43.What is your favourite snack?

Tbh I don't really snack (am I coming across as awfully boring in these questions?) I love three big meals a day. I will eat an apple or something if I need something pre dinner.

44.What is your favourite song?

Either Fascination by Alphabeat, Prayer in C by Lily Wood and the Prick, and Robin Schulz, or Brimful of Asha by Cornershop, the Fat Boy Slim Remix. Those songs never fail to put me in a good mood when I need it.

45.What is your favourite sport?

To watch? Rugby. But I am OBSESSED with the Olympics, especially the winter olympics.

46.What is your favourite time of the day?

Early evening.

47.What is your favourite type of clothing?

Dresses…with pockets! Or jumpers, I love a big wooly jumper.

48.What is your favourite way to pass time?

Read.

49.What is the name of your favourite restaurant?

My favourite restaurant is called Dishoom, but unfortunately it has yet to make it to my little European country, so it’s a real treat if I get to eat there.

50.What is your all-time favourite town or city? Why?

I don’t have one.

51.What is your favourite candle scent?

Probably a classic vanilla, but not an overpowering one. The vanilla candle from IKEA is the NICEST.

52.What is your favourite social media channel?

Probably Twitter, although Tumblr is my place for escape.

53.Where’s your favourite place to take an out-of-town guest?

Ugh I hate being the one to choose where we go. I think it’s because I’m a Libra.

54.What was your favourite subject in High School?

Okay now this is a fun fact, I didn’t actually go to school. I was “Home Educated” which is ideologically different form being Home Schooled. There was no curriculum for me to follow so I could basically dick about doing whatever I wanted during the day. I did study Law which I really enjoyed, and I went onto study it at University.

55.What was your least favourite subject in High School?

Again see above. Although I do remember crying every time my father tried to teach me maths. To this day, I’m still not sure how to work out a percentage, let alone anything more advanced than that.

56.What was your favourite TV show when you were a child?

Sabrina the Teenage Witch (the Melissa Joan Heart version) or anything with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen in it (have I dated myself again?)

57.What do you love about your favourite TV Show?

They were fun. I wanted to be them!

58.Are you scared of heights?

Nope, but I’m scared of falling and shattering all the bones in my legs.

59.Are you high maintenance?

Definitely not.

60.Are you more inclined to “build your own empire” or unleash the potential of others?

I don’t know what this means, but fuck imperialism.

61.Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage it head-on?

Ugh, I hate conflict, like I go all trembly, but if there is something amiss I can’t not confront it.

62.Are you a dog person or cat person?

I really adore animals, I had hoped to get a cat during this long and lonely lockdown but my landlord wasn’t keen. If I had more time and space I would love to get a dog, it’s just not feasible in my life at the moment.

63.Are you a fan of any sports team?

Just my national team no matter what the sport.

64.Are you a good cook?

I like to think so.

65.Are you an early adopter or late-adopter?

Depends. I don’t always love change.

66.If you had more courage what would you do differently in your life now?

I don’t think having more courage would change anything in my life right now.

67.What is good about how you are living your life right now?

Oh gosh, I’m so incredibly lucky to have the like that I am living right now. Truly blessed, but at the same time, I have got here because of all my hard work and determination.

68.If you could eliminate one weakness or limitation in your life, what would it be?

I’m not sure if this strictly answers the question, but I wish I could be kinder and more sympathetic to people. I can be harsh on people I care about because I want to see them do well in life and get frustrated when they are doing things that so obviously curtails their ability. I’ve lost friends because of it.

69.Who has left the most impact on your life?

I don’t think I can name just one person.

70.What aspect of your life needs tremendous improvement?

My love life. It’s not existent. Truly. I don’t even have a far away crush on anyone at the moment. I desperately want to experience romantic love, but it’s scary and you have to allow yourself to be soft and vulnerable which is not something that I am very good at. I also have a lot of negative thoughts/self doubts about whether I am good enough to be in a relationship, or worthy enough for love. It’s stupid, obviously, everyone, flaws and all is worthy of love, but because of things that have happened/been said to me I do kind of have this negative chatter of “who could ever love me” or fear people thinking “god love the poor guy who ends up with her.” All that said, I have never actually met anyone who I’ve really liked, let alone anyone who has liked me back. The closest I’ve got, is I’ve been in lust twice in my life with guys, who objectively speaking, I would never think I would be attracted to.

71.What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen in your life?

I’ve see a lot of weird things tbh, but the first one that springs to mind is that every year we used to go to these big gatherings of families who home educate their children. Now, there are two groups of people that tend to home educate their children 1) EXTREMELY religious families who don’t want their children going to secular schools, and 2) new age hippies who don’t want their children to have to conform to the rigours of school. When these two groups meet…it is interesting. The religious families usually have a lot of children (10+ in many cases), while the hippy families wander around semi-nude and breast feed their children until their grown (7+ years in many cases). So at these home education conferences, the hippy parents would be wandering around, leaky boobs out, and the religious babies would be wandering around because their parents have too many children to keep track of. Whenever one of these babies wandered within range of the hippy parents, they’d take them, and latch them onto their breasts. Absolutely bizarre stuff.

72.Who is the best teacher you’ve ever had?

Myself.

73.Who is the biggest pack rat you know?

I don’t know what this means.

74.Who is the first person you call when something exciting happens?

If it’s a big enough deal to call someone, I’ll call my parents, but usually if something exciting happens I’ll just message my friend group.

75.Who is the first person you call when something horrible happens?

Same as above.

76.Who is the worst boss you’ve ever had?

I had to sue her to get her and her husband to pay me for the work I did.

77.Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows?

Yep? Can you not?

78.Can you do a split?

No, but I want to learn! I have really tight hamstrings so that would be good to stretch them.

79.Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No. Can you?

80.Can you whistle?

Yeah.

81.Can you dance?

Everyone can dance, the question is whether you can dance well or not! I have no rhythm or style, but get me on a dance floor and I’ll bop my socks off.

82.Do you remember your dreams?

Sometimes.

83.Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Throw them away?

I save them for a while, but I’m not overly sentimental.

84.Do you sing in the shower?

Never.

85.Do you sleep with the lights on or off?

Off.

86.Do you spell the colour as grey or gray?

Grey you weirdo!

87.Do you take any pills or medication daily?

Never.

88.Do you prefer kissing or cuddling?

I like kissing because it’s hot and fiery and I think I’m reasonably good at it. Cuddling is the best but it’s something I struggle with as I find it far too intimate. See my answer to Q70.

89.Do you prefer that people shoot straight with you or temper their words? Why?

Hit me between the eyeballs with the truth, please! I just like people who are clear and direct about their intentions, it means everyone knows where they stand.

90.Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I saw a black and white documentary about the Titanic when I was a very small child (maybe about 5 or 6) and for a long time I thought that was the movie Titanic! I have seen neither the real film Titanic nor the Notebook, although from what I know of the latter I don’t think it would be my thing.

91.Do you have a catchphrase?

I don’t think so, but maybe people in my life would be better at answering this question. What is it that I say a lot?

92.Do you have a garden?

I wish!

93.Do you have a hidden dream that you’ve never shared with anyone?

I’m taking this to mean a goal or aspiration, and not something that I have subconsciously dreamed and been too embarrassed to share? I would love to write a book one day. I’m work on something periodically but I’m not sure if anything will ever come from it, a gal can dream though!

94.Do you have a tattoo?

None! I’m kind of a commitment-phobe, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed?

95.Do you have a whole lot of acquaintances or just a few very close friends? Why?

Both! I know lots of people in passing, but the people I consider actual friends, who know what is going on in my life at any given time, I could count on my fingers.

96.Do you have any allergies?

Not that I’m aware of…

97.Do you have any birthmarks? If so, where?

I used to have one on my back, but it’s faded as I’ve aged.

98.Do you have pets?

Not at the moment.

99.Do you hold any convictions that you would be willing to die for?

That is a big question. I think however, if there was a guarantee, that sacrificing my life would make the lives of others immeasurably better, I would be scarified. I have plenty of convictions that I’m willing to protest/riot/go to prison for.

100.Do you carry a donor card?

Bit ominous after Q99 but yes I do, and my driver’s licence states that I’m a donor.

I’m not sure if this is at all what you were hoping for in asking this, but I honestly had the best fun answering these questions! :)

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andaleduardo · 5 years ago

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How to Break Your Heart and Make Sure It Stays Broken

2. Send them your favorite songs through Bluetooth

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Summary: 12:28 a.m.

Spaghetti: It’s not gonna be weird today

Richie: absolutely

Spaghetti: We’re not gonna make it awkward

Richie: definitely not

Spaghetti: Yeah we got this

Everything is just fucking fine.

7th January 2011, Friday

10:30 a.m.

“Congratulations, you just called the best family in town. What can I help you with?”

“Hu-hey Richie.”

“Billy boy! Happy birthday, man!”

The sound of Bill’s chuckles turn into wind over the phone. “Thanks.”

“So, what’s up?”

“I wanted to check if you’re s-ss-still coming today?”

“Course I am, what time do you want me there?”

“Come around 3. It’s t-too cold to go out so we’re just guh-gonna stay in the attic.”

“Well alright, chap. I’ll be there.”

“And don’t forget my dad’s driving everyone home.”

Richie did, in fact, forget about that.

“Oh yeah, right.”

There’s a second of silence before Bill speaks again. “Are you okay? You huh-haven’t been online lately.”

“Just peachy. You know how it gets, holiday season, kinda busy ‘round here.”

Although Bill knows Richie usually spends the holidays with just his parents (small family’s downside) he doesn’t say anything.

“We’ll have s-some fun today, don’t worry.”

“Indeed we will. See you at 3, birthday boy.”

“See you, Rich.”

And he hangs up.

12:28 a.m.

Spaghetti: It’s not gonna be weird today

Richie: absolutely

Spaghetti: We’re not gonna make it awkward

Richie: definitely not

Spaghetti: Yeah we got this

Richie is absolutely exhausted.

The entire week was a failed attempt at learning how to deal with the situation.

Sleep is an utter joke with a mind that runs as if it’s training for a marathon. Looking at food makes him nauseous, not eating food makes him nauseous, but eating it makes it worse.

Perhaps it would help if he could untie the knot in his throat, but then again he can’t cry properly when his parents are always around and poking a head through his bedroom door.

He wants school to start, he doesn’t want school to start. He wants them to go back to work, he doesn’t want to be left alone with his feelings.

And on top of it all he knows he’s overreacting. Absolutely over-the-top reacting. He’s fifteen. It’s not like he knows love.

But doesn’t he?

It hurts and it’s love. It burns as it makes its way up his throat and it’s love. It was amazing while he kept his mouth shut and now everything seems to be falling on him and his chest is heavy and caving and hungrier than his stomach and he caused it and it’s love.

Unrequited love, if you will. A fancy word for a fucked up thing.

To top it off, Eddie doesn’t stop.

January 1st, 3:45 p.m.

Spaghetti: I hate you

Spaghetti: No wait I don’t hate hate you

Spaghetti: But

Spaghetti: Ugh

Spaghetti: I’m gonna be thinking about this now!

Spaghetti: And I don’t want us to change

Spaghetti: Like, I said “I hate you” and I would never second guess that before but now I feel like I need to tell you “I don’t actually hate you” because

Spaghetti: Well

Spaghetti: I don’t know why

Richie: sorry

Spaghetti: !

Spaghetti: Stop apologizing

Richie: … i really wanna say sorry again

Spaghetti: I don’t blame you

Spaghetti: It’s not like we control our feelings

Damn right, they don’t. Richie isn’t sure how to answer that, so he doesn’t. But Eddie brings it up again one day later.

January 2nd, 9:10 p.m.

Spaghetti: I think I kinda knew

Richie: ??? are u serious

Spaghetti: Well yeah

Richie: am I that predictable?

Spaghetti: You’re the least predictable person in the whole world Richie

Spaghetti: Except with the mom jokes

Spaghetti: I can always see those coming

Richie: yet you walk right onto them every time

Spaghetti: Fuck you.

Spaghetti: It’s just that the others aren’t that subtle

Richie: the losers?

Spaghetti: Yeah they try too hard

Spaghetti: Tease us a lot for being close and saying things and leaving us alone everywhere

Spaghetti: Guess I kinda wondered why they did that if they didn’t know something I didn’t

Richie: uh, they kinda don’t tho

Richie: at least I never told them

Spaghetti: Wait really?

Richie: maybe they’re just bored?

Spaghetti: Oh

Spaghetti: Maybe

It’s only been a week so far (the longest week of Richie’s life) and Eddie texts him every day with the same topic. This, as predicted, isn’t helping the situation much.

It’s Tuesday. There’s Richie, staring at his cereal while Maggie studies him from the other side of the table and surprise, a brand new text from Eddie.

It’s Wednesday. There’s Richie, staring at the news channel because he forgot to press the button on the tv remote when he sat down on the couch 6 minutes ago. And then there’s his dad, looking at him from his vintage recliner and coming up with ten different ways to start a conversation without actually starting one. The phone’s screen lights up with against his leg with a new notification. Yes, from Eddie.

Finally, it’s Friday. Out of habit, Richie leaves the phone on the bathroom countertop as he showers. It takes a lot of self-control not to pull all his hair out while washing it when the phone vibrates against the counter. Once, then twice, then thrice. And so on to make up the total of 9 new messages.

Thank God he doesn’t walk out of the shower right then to check them out of curiosity, because 10 minutes later he’s sitting on the toilet seat and staring at “I hate you” for so long his mom actually knocks on the door and asks if he died in there.

He didn’t die in there, he’s just crying. Buy hey, mom, that’s the dream!

All the messages fall in the same lines. Eddie doesn’t want this to be awkward. He doesn’t want this to be weird. He doesn’t want anything to change.

Logically, Richie draws conclusions. He fucked up big, ruined them forever and now everything is inconvenient for Eddie. It’s not that hard to get it after six variations of:

‘You’re not gonna be different around me now right?’

How can he not be different around Eddie now?

What if their knees touch and Eddie thinks it’s on purpose? What if Richie smiles in his direction and Eddie takes it as flirting? Christ. Richie doesn’t even know how to flirt! Should he sit far away from him now? Should he sit by his side like always and have Eddie think he’s doing it out of interest?

Richie didn’t just make everything inconvenient for Eddie, he made everything inconvenient for himself, too.

However, it’s Bill’s birthday, and that’s more important than a broken heart.

5:48 p.m.

“You’re cheating!” Everyone jumps on their seats when Stan shouts and slams his hand on the coffee table. It sends all the plastic houses on the monopoly board in different directions.

“What? No I’m not!” Bev defends herself.

“Nah.” Mike crosses his arms. “I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t believe she’s cheating?” Stan angrily inquires.

“I don’t believe she’s not cheating.” Says Mike.

“I am not fucking cheating, you guys are just awful at managing money.”

Stan’s chin drops in her direction. “You- I manage money wonderfully, thank you very much-”

While the arguing continues, Ben takes his time putting all the houses back on their places. Bill tries to make them stop fighting while Mike destroys all those attempts by teaming up with Bev and Stan alternately. Eddie furiously counts and recounts his money, being the one closest to bankrupt. And Richie silently organizes the contents of the bank. He doesn’t like monopoly that much.

“Maybe our bank over there has something to do with this?” Richie feels everyone’s eyes on him so he looks up at Mike from above his glasses.

“How could you ever think such things about me, Mikey?” He dramatically puts down the stack of property cards he had been sorting. “I do nothing but humble work for this community and this is how I’m treated. Unbelievable.”

“Richie, I swear.” Stan glares at him. “You won’t make me lose, even if you cheat.”

“How can I be cheating? I’m not even playing.”

“You’re passing Bev extra money!”

“Geez.” Eddie moans in annoyance. “We forgot Stan gets off on Monopoly.”

At that, Richie barks out a laugh, unable to keep it in but still trying to by slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Okay, fine.” Stan crosses his arms. “I wasn’t even the one suggesting this game, I voted for scrabble.”

“Oh, so the only other game you get off on?” Surprisingly, it slips from Richie’s mouth. He wasn’t at all expecting jokes to be coming from him today.

It’s just wonderfully entertaining to piss off Stan. At this point, the boy’s gotten himself so worked up that his whole face is pink.

“I’m going to shove birthday cake up your a-”

“-Wow! Okay let’s all chill.” Ben kindly tries to stop them.

Richie lifts up a hand full of fake-cash and makes a jerking off motion with the other, which finally triggers Stan into motion. He manages to jump away from the table on the exact moment Stan reaches over to try and jam his hand on his weakest spot, the armpits. But in the process, his knees collide with the bottom of the coffee table and all the board pieces end up flying everywhere. Again.

Ben throws his hands up. “Thank you so very much for that.”

“We will never f-ffinish a monopoly game…”

6:23 p.m.

“How about Uno?” Ben suggests. “You can’t cheat at Uno, right?”

After being chased by Stan around the attic everyone ended up scattered around, staring at the ceiling and discussing which game to play next. So far it’s been twenty minutes of quiet chatting.

“You can grab three cards when you get a plus four.” Richie offers. “You can also slide in a six while playing some nines, might get lucky.”

There’s a brief second of silence and contemplation.

“How you can turn Uno into a sex joke still amazes me.” Eddie frowns at the ceiling.

Richie shrugs. “I’m pretty amazing overall.” Sweat pools up on the back of his neck with the effort of trying to sound so nonchalant. Richie wants to scream at the normality of his afternoon. Why does life keep going when you’re dealing with heartache? Isn’t the world supposed to stop spinning after you get friendzoned? Show a little compassion, earth.

“I still can’t believe your mom let you keep the phone.”

At Mike’s words, Eddie flops around on his bean bag, looking like a hanged potato sack. “Right? Didn’t see that coming, either.”

“Does she really go through it, though?”

Recently, Eddie’s contact list was updated to include everyone. His mom complained that he didn’t need to be in contact with “those friends” of his any more than he already does. She’s obviously wrong.

Eddie groans in agreement. “She keeps finding the lamest excuses until I give it to her. Then she checks whatever it is she wants and gives it back.”

A wave of fear passes through Richie. Almost on cue, Eddie steals a glance at him and adds. “But I archive the stuff she doesn’t need to read. And I keep Facebook as a hidden app.” Proud of his schemes, he smirks to himself.

Richie sinks back on his bean bag, slightly relieved. The past week of awful sleep is weighting him down, tying him to his worst and holding him back from pretending to be okay a little better. With time, he hopes to learn how to put this behind his back, but right now, Eddie is right in front of him.

“Hey, by the way. Can any of you tell me how to download songs?” The boy at matter asks.

“You know thu-that’s illegal, r-right?”

“Oh.” For a moment, he stares at Bill with a conflicted expression. “Well, I still want my music.”

“Richie, don’t you have a fuck ton of songs downloaded?”

“Yup. Illegal downloads are my number one occupation, Marsh.” Then, he gets it. “Oh, you’re right. Eds, turn Bluetooth on.”

He regrets saying ‘Eds’ oh so quickly, overly nervous that he isn’t allowed to say it anymore. Not that he was ever allowed to say it before, if the way Eddie complains about it 90% of the time means anything. Quickly, Richie spirals into thoughts of their bickering coming to an end, or even worse, becoming one sided and sad if one of them doesn’t feed into it. That would leave the other one hanging, and Richie was already left hanging, Richie is still hanging and he will be hanging on these feelings, on this rejection, for life. That’s what he has to accept, that he loves the only person in the world he could ever love and they don’t love him back. That his future seems sad from the present. That Eddie might drift away when he realizes they can’t mess around like best friends anymore, even if he had said he wouldn’t do that and it wouldn’t happen. But what if he does? What if it happens? Where does that leave him? What is he supposed to-

“Don’t call me that, asshole. And how the fuck do I do that?”

Oh.

The way Eddie speaks drips of familiarity. Just the way it always was with them, just the way it will always be. Richie can’t decide if that’s good or bad, but it pulls him together enough to talk.

“See that weird looking B icon up there?” He waits for Eddie’s answer but the other boy is looking at his phone as if he could catch it on fire with just his eyes.

Richie bites the inside of his cheek, breathes in some bravery and pushes himself up from the bean bag.

“Here,” he walks over and crouches down at Eddie’s side, quickly opening the Bluetooth settings and pairing up their phones while paying too much attention to the space between their hands. Just to make sure they don’t touch. “Do you wanna pick out the songs you want?” He starts giving his phone to Eddie but gets a headshake in return.

“Uh no, that’s fine.” Eddie says, turning his head and therefore putting their faces incredibly close. Richie barely catches himself from falling on his butt right there, and Eddie leans away quickly, obviously not meaning to cause any of this. “I- uh, just chose the ones you think I’d like.”

Richie nods stupidly and rushes back to his seat. While he goes through his music library and picks off songs, all he can think about is ‘This is so hard, too hard, way more difficult than I could possibly imagine and I don’t know if I can go about my life pretending everything is fine when it all feels anything but that.’

“How about Ludo? There’s no way you can cheat at that…”

Simply as if a switch was flipped, Richie multitasks and answers Ben by listing off all the possible ways to cheat at Ludo.

And to the outsider eyes, everything is just fine.

Everything is fine as they order pizza and Richie and Eddie have to ask each other if they can still share their regular favorite, olive and pepperoni. Everything is fine while conversation flows at dinner, except Richie puts his half of the pizza on a plate instead of sharing the box between their laps, and Eddie doesn’t question it. Everything is fine as everyone watches a movie after, and there’s no one to lean his head on Richie’s shoulder, or jab an elbow in his arm when they itch to comment certain scenes.

Then Bill’s dad comes upstairs to remind them it’s time to drive everyone home. And for the first time in his life, Richie is thrilled to hear those words.

On their way home, Eddie sits in the back, earphones plugging his ears deaf to his surroundings. Richie wonders if he should have left out all the love songs, now it’s too late for that. But it’s fine, right?

Everything is just fucking fine.

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geist-fledermaus · 4 years ago

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Get To Know Me!

Since I’ve received quite a few followers here and there, I might as well do this!

What is your full name?: Beryl (Sorry, I don’t like my whole name)

What does your name mean?: It’s a gemstone.

Are you named after anyone?: My großmütter, Beryl Rae Jensen

Does your name make any interesting anagrams?: Not really?

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?: Fuck if I know. Probably something basic so I’m less easy to find.

Where are you from?: North Pole, AK (I shit you not)

Where were you born?: North Pole, AK

Where did you grow up?: North Pole, AK

Who did you look up to growing up?: My father.

What are your best characteristics?: I can draw.

What are your favorite things about yourself?: I can draw.

Which of your parents are you closest to?: My dad.

Which of your parents are you more like?: My daaaad.

What relative was important to you growing up & why?: Tbh My dad was my super hero, he took care of me and my sister, worked 3 jobs, and took care of mom while she went through cancer. He’s the most important lmfao.

What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?: I’m Pagan.

What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?: Bert Raymond...

What is your best physical feature?: Eyes or chest. :/

What is your biggest accomplishment?: Being locally recognized as an artist, especially on local TV.

What is your biggest fear?: Being forgotten, being alone.

What is your biggest regret?: Not pushing myself even more with art.

What is your eye color?: Various blues with inner green circles.

What inspires you?: Other artists.

What is the most important thing in your life?: My fiance! @boywasgirl

What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?: To not give up. To not quit college and drop everything I’ve worked hard for.

What is your favorite flower?: Sunflowers!

What is your favorite weather?: Rainy weather and thunder/lightning storms!

Who is your favorite actor?: I have a few, but I love Johnny Depp and Jason Momoa.

Who is your favorite actress?: F u c k. I adore Emma Stone, Emma Watson.. uhh.. Emilia Clarke! That’s just to name a few.

Who is your favorite celebrity?: Oh fuck. Idk.

Who is your favorite musician?: They’re a band but I love Bring Me The Horizon, Oliver Syke’s voice and lyrics hit me hard.

Who’s your favorite person in the world?: @boywasgirl

Who are your best friends?: @armageddonne @darkdragoonxiii @vixenchildxd69-blog and my bff Alisha!

What is your favorite childhood memory?: My sister breaking the fucking garage door like a dumbshit.

What is your favorite color?: Black or seafoam green~ I also love other greens and blues! It’s so damn hard to choose.

What is your favorite cultural activity?: Uh. Axe throwing? Idk what counts as a cultural activity when it comes to me and my family haha.

What is your favorite drink?: For waking up, Monster or pomegranate and orange redbull kickers, I love mountain dew, anything with peaches and mango as well.

What is your favorite fairytale?: HAHA. I looove reading about the Tales of Grimm. I can’t just pick one.

What is your favorite food?: Pizza or Taco Bell.

What is your favorite holiday destination?: Anywhere but Alaska. I love to explore. I REALLY want to travel to Germany, Norway, Ireland, England, and most of Western Europe.

What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?: Strawberry Cheesecake or Mint Chocolate

What is your favorite music genre?: Fuck. I have so many. I love a lot of metal subgenres, alternative rock, punk, old 2000′s emo bands, EDM, rap, I don’t even know how to label all of my favorites but there’s a lot to unpack there. If you’re curious just shoot me a question ahaha!

What is your favorite physical activity?: Swimming!!

What is your favorite quote?: “Keep listening to music because it gets you through everything, I promise.” - Mitch Lucker, former vocalist of Suicide Silence.

What is your favorite snack?: Peach Rings, Brightside Skittles.. Uhh. MY MOM’S CLAM DIP AND RUFFLES CHIPS?

What is your favorite song?: Throne - BMTH or Mis//Understanding - We Came As Romans.

What is your favorite sport?: Swimming, Hockey, Volleyball and Fencing.

What is your favorite time of the day?: Early afternoons or late nights.

What is your favorite type of clothing?: Goth/Alt fashion.

What is your favorite way to pass time?: Gaming or drawing.

What is the name of your favorite restaurant?: Family Diner (It’s in my town. It’s really chill and laid back.)

What is your all-time favorite town or city? Why?: I really enjoyed Denver, CO. It was filled with really colorful, intriguing personalities. There was so much to explore, everyone was so open and sweet.

What is your height?: ... 5′2″

What time period would you love to live in?: Viking Era.

What did you do for fun as a child?: Drawing.

Who was a role model in your life?: My dad!

Did you have any childhood pets?: I grew up with 5 cats and 4 dogs!

When you were young, what did you want to be?: A mortician.

What family traditions were important to you?: I can’t even remember many.. I loved during gatherings how we’d play Spoons, wrestle, and be reckless though.

What was your favorite childhood memory?: Ahah! Shenanigans with my “Twin” Kyle.

What was your favorite childhood possession?: My Gameboy Color!

What challenges did you experience when you were young?: Almost losing my mother, trying to speak English, being bullied heavily.

What is a defining moment from your childhood?: My mother coming home from the hospital finally.

What do you do for fun?: Play video games and draw. I’m pretty boring.

What are your hobbies?: Drawing, Painting, Digital Art, Gaming, Dancing, Singing.

What is something that you’re really passionate about?: My art.

What is something you could spend hours doing?: Drawing

What is something you wish you did more often?: Draw.

If you had to watch a documentary, what would you want it to be about?: Anything WW1/WW2 related or Forensics/Serial Killer related.

What do you always have on in the background?: Lofi Hiphop or random videos on youtube that catch my eye.

How do you feel about travel?: Fuck yeah, where are we going and for how long?

What is a guilty pleasure you enjoy?: Fuckin’ watching Serial Killer documentaries.

How have your interests changed over the years?: Nah, I’m still the same. I’m pretty bland.

Which sibling are you closest to?: My sister, Erika!

How close are you with your parents?: Close but not too close.

How has your relationship with your parents changed over the years?: For the worse.

What is one of the most important lessons that you learned from your family?: You cannot trust anyone. Not even your own family.

When does your family cause you to stress?: All the damn time. All they need to do is send me a text and I immediately begin to dread.

What does the word family mean to you?: Something that I never got to fully have but I experienced. It’s also something I can create on my own accord.

When you envision your ideal family, what do you see?: Honestly me with my partner/partners, kids, animals, and friends.

How vulnerable is your family with each other?: Everyone is always on guard and they’ll be mean if you even show some form of sensitivity.

What is a family trait that isn’t necessarily the healthiest?: Being a snitch, gaslighting, gatekeeping, misogyny, yelling if you even show an inkling of emotion. I could go on.

What relatives had the biggest impact on you growing up?: In a negative way, almost all of my family. The only two I really loved growing up were my dad and sister, Erika.

What do you watch on television?: If it’s cable I go to MTV, Forensic Files, or Adult Swim/Anything with cartoons.

What is one of your favorite movies?: To Hell And Back, Howl’s Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke, Dracula Untold (For some reason I just really like it, don’t judge).

If you could have free tickets to any event, what would it be?: A BMTH concert PLEASE. Or anything that’s a EDM/Rave environment. ;_;

What is your favorite form of media?: Youtube tbh.

What role does music play in your life?: A huge role, BMTH got me through a lot of hard times.

What is one of your favorite books?: Corey Taylor’s Seven Deadly Sins. It’s a riot of a read and makes me laugh.

How often do you watch sporting events?: Here and there, especially at bars if they have Hockey going.

What would your ideal weekend getaway look like?: Road trip to Anchorage and staying at my mom’s cousin’s estate in the mountains. I only got to go there a few times and the view is absolutely captivating. You can see the waters, the city, all the lights.. fuck I’d love to draw that.

Who are popular figures that you love to learn from?: Fuck if I know LOL.

What celebrity/musician would you love to meet in real life?: Oliver Sykes and Maria Brink tbh.

If you wrote a memoir about your life, what would it be called?: “Well, That Happened.” A memoir of a dumb bitch LOL.

What fictional world would you want to travel to for a day?: FUCK. I’d love to just be in a simulation like the girl in Porter Robinson’s music video of Shelter. Just being in a drawing simulation where I can run around and create anything and everything around me. But if we’re talking actual worlds.. I’d probably love to be in Avatar The Last Airbender’s world. I love that series so much.

What room in your house most represents who you are as a person?: The Office. It’s got art supplies, our gaming PC, all of my schoolwork/homework, the drawing tablets..

How clean a person are you?: Tbh I am pretty clean, it’s just cleaning huge messes/unpacking that I hate.

What is a pet peeve that you have?: STOP CHEWING WITH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH OPEN.

What behavior do you do that is most likely a pet peeve to others?: Uhh. Idk. Nail biting? Loud laughter? forgetting to turn off lights? Idk.

What phrase or word do you overuse when you talk?: “I’m so sorry” “I m a g i n e”

If you could only eat at one restaurant for the rest of your life, what would it be?: Fuck. Hahaaaaa. I’d probably love to just sit and eat at the Family Diner. I love their Reubens.

What is something about your personality that you like? Don’t like?: I like that people feel comfortable running to me when they need a friend. I don’t like a lot about me, though.

What would your friends be surprised to learn about you?: I am ambidextrous and I know German/Englisch and some French! I want to learn Norwegian even more and Gaelic!

Where do you see yourself in a few years?: West coast where it’s rainy with those that I love, pursuing my career finally after all these years of hard work.

Thanks for reading this if you finally made it to the end! If there’s other questions you want to ask, don’t hesitate! ^^ Hopefully you learned something about me!

#Get to know me #Hi #102 questions better be enough #ask #ask me anything

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thewnchstrs · 5 years ago

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it’s that time of the month again!

Dean X Reader

The Witness(part 1): you’re witness to a murder committed by a flying broomstick. the police don’t believe you, but two handsome FBI agents that show up to your door seem to be more open-minded | @thewhitejournal

Wildest Dreams: she works in diner and he’s constantly traveling. After meeting he can’t seem to stay away away from her. | @spidey-babe-parker

Professional Environment: you’ve had the hots for your boss, Dean Winchester, since day one. You always do your very best to please him in any way possible. What happens when one day, you don’t? | @teddybeardoctorr

Trust: you are in need of help and your first choice is two people who don’t like you. | @lonelyandlovelorn

Rescue You: my name is Y/N. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me. | @jay-and-dean

Fighting For a Future: Y/N help Dean contain Michael in his head. they now share a soul, but Y/N has pushed Dean away. Can Dean fight her stubborn streak? or will they lose their fight before they can even begin? | @flamencodiva

Deal. | @bad268

Don’t Go Changing: it was never supposed to end up like this. You find out the truth about Dean Winchester. | @sunlightdances

Hurricane: with one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ensure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. | @angelkurenai

Abandoned: Dean is forced to be a single father after the reader left them. Three years later she shows up out of no where.| @i-write-about-anything

Supernatural Series Rewrites | @adorable-dean-winchester

Ride With Me: alternate universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby Singer and his wife Ellen, to gain work experience. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. | @katehuntington

When Your Past Comes Knocking: a demon hunt goes bad and the boys learn something about your past. | @vicmc624

Cheater, Cheater: Y/N and the boys go on an unusual hunt. | @okayhowmuchforthearm

Old Love, New Love: it’s been four years since Dean Winchester broke her heart, now that he has to work with her, how will old feelings resurface? | @mypassionsarenysins

Sam X Reader

Please... | @georgialouisea

Stay With Me: Sam wants you to stay and of course you agree, but with Dean and hunting, can you really? | @multifandomaestheticsblog

Good: Sam’s having a hard day. Reader makes it better. | @slytherkins

Life: The Game | @missmarrinette

Secrets: a drunken night with your boyfriend, his brother and your best friend ends in a lot of your secrets getting out | @supernotnaturalcas

Adjustments: hiding an illness isn’t easy, especially when you’re still learning about it. | @kittenofdoomage

Crossing Parallel Lines: after searching through hundreds of lore books and wanting to go on an a new adventure, the reader accidentally ends up somewhere she never expected and with people she never expected to meet! | @swiftlymoniquesblog

Lean on Me | @deansmyapplepie

Nightmare: after waking up from a nightmare, you and the Winchesters head out to help another hunter. | @crispychrissy

Sleepy Confessions | @team-free-will-oneshots

Three’s a Crowd: you are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave. | @supernatural---imagines

In the Studio | @spn-and-daddy-issues

Marriage Mishaps: the Reader and Sam find out about some shocking news that could affect their relationship. | @syven-siren

Thunderstruck: what happens when the reader comes into contact with Amara? | @fandomoneshots-imagines

Cas X Reader

Winter’s Eye: season 13 canon tells you how AU!Castiel’s story ends, this is how it begins. The deranged and damaged iteration of Castiel we met in the apocalypse universe - an obedient soldier to Michael’s cause barely in control of his vessel’s frayed and erratically firing nerves whose inherent kindness toward humankind appeared entirely obliterated - wasn’t always an unfeeling angelic weapon of interrogation. Once, he sympathized with the plight of humans; one, he loved. | @webcricket

The Memory Remains: Y/N’s memory had been erased, but a car crash brings more pain than just the physical. | @iwantthedean

Sharing a Bed | @spilledkauffie

Cat Got Your Tongue?: Castiel x male reader headcanon for each of them bringing an animal home w/o the other one knowing? Reader brings a corgi, Cas brings a cat? | @just--another--daydreamer

Paint Cans | @sauntered-vaguely-downward

Small One: Cas takes care of his newborn Nephilim daughter. | @alexwritessupernatural

Roman Holiday: Sam and Dean have been making you feel small and unimportant lately, like more of a hindrance than a help. When you leave to spend some time on your own and nurse your wounded feelings, your favorite angel shows up to ease your mind and heart by accompanying you on an off-the-cuff vacation. | @shittyelfwriter

Alone Time: when the boys head out on a hunt, you decide to have some relaxation time. | @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams

You Okay? | @fictionalabyss

Snap Crackle Pop: Introducing Cas to pop rocks | @swlbarnes

Lebanon: After bringing your dad back with the pearl, many things were changed in the timeline. You find your husband, Cas, but he doesn’t remember you. Based on 14x13. | @supervengerslock

Beautiful: An insecure Castiel shows reader his wings for the first time | @dabakook101

Sharing is Caring: You and Castiel share a bed…and a little more. | @fanfic-scribbles

Other Pairings

One and One Make Three: Friends are always there for you. Through the good times and the bad. After a night out with two of your best friends, catching up and celebrating the end of a chapter, you can’t help but wondering what lies ahead for you in the next. Start a family like Jared? Find another acting job like Jensen would? Little do you know, your best friend is harboring a huge secret and one decision was about to change your life forever. | Jensen X Reader | @supernatural-jackles

Piercings: Sam and Dean let their younger sister get another piercing, and are a little surprised by her choice. | Winchester!Sister | @to-write-ornah

Chuck Tailors: Chuck is a custom tailor and is making the suits for the groomsmen in cousin Castiel’s wedding. When two strapping men walk into his shop, he can’t help but hope he might make more than just a suit for one of them | Dean X Chuck | @atc74

Fade Into You | Jensen X Reader | @sinatrababyy

Back To Sleep: Jared arrives home after filming and the only thing on his mind is you. | Jared X Reader | @princessmisery666

Delirium: After one too many sleepless nights, a certain Nephilim begins to grow concerned for Y/N. | Jack X Reader | @just-imagine-1

Demon Dean: The Mark of Cain has turned Dean into a demon and Sam and the reader try to save him. | Winchester!Sister | @winchestergirl23

Dying of a Broken Heart: Jensen says something to hurt the woman he loves and he will do anything to fix his mistake. | Jensen X Reader | @pecanpieandgreeneyes85

Non-Pairings

No Second Chances: Y/N and Sam try to save Dean from the Mark of Cain, and Dean is not too happy about it | @winchester-books

Fandom Letter From Castiel, School Struggles | @to-my-beloved-fandoms-2

Sibling Jealousy: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house | @no-te-lo-voy-a-dar

Death Isn’t The End | @foreverwayward

Imagines

Imagine being best friends with Jared, Jensen and Misha | @thwiso

Imagine you’re Sam’s lover and you’re standing face to face with Lucifer who possessed him a long time ago | @istigatorawrites

Imagine stargazing with Rowena | @multifandomfix

Imagine being in love with Dean but being told Cas is your soulmate | @writing-of-an-angel

Imagine meeting Sam at a book store | @writtenwinchester

SPN headcanons | @dolly-face03

Being Lucifer’s child and meeting Sam and Dean Winchester would include... | @lotsoffandomimagines

Imagine playing with Sam’s hair when you’re bored | @dumbbitchenergy17

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FOREVER TAG LIST

DEAN TAG LIST

@mccartneywinchester | @resanoona

WINCHESTER SISTER TAG LIST

@resanoona | @mccartneywinchester | @bunnyandy12 | @breereadsthings | @slytherinrising

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dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years ago

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[1/4] I’m bored so honestly due to the virus so I was wondering if I could have a part 3 matchup please? (I already did a few on here but I’m curious as to who else I’d get) I’m female, Filipino-American with a hint of Spanish and Chinese, Scorpio, 5’0” medium straight dark brown hair, tannish skin, petite figure, ISFJ, and hetero. I make horrible puns and have a soft spot for horror literature whenever the mood fits. I am currently striving to become a special effects makeup artist.

“[2/4] Halloween is my favorite holiday and I love to dress up as much as I love getting sweets. I like to draw as well as occasionally sculpt random things from clay if I have any. I also like playing video games and prefer animals over people in general. I might go for a career in costume makeup and design since I love to cosplay. I sleep in a lot because I’m basically a night owl haha.

[3/4] I listen to all kinds of music except country (alternative rock is my fav kind of music). Evanescence, Three Days Grace, and MCR are some of my favorite bands. Most recently Melanie Martinez has become a new favorite. I like to sing and do so when no one is around. Sometimes when I’m in my room alone, I look into the mirror and just watch myself be random, or I daydream. I love stuffed animals and cuddle with one every night because it helps me sleep.

[4/4] I prefer drinking tea over coffee, especially if it’s earl grey. Sushi is one of my favorite foods, though I’ll admit I like a lot of seafood. I’m also the kind who likes to cuddle but too shy to ask! When I’m acting in drama or reading out my own script, I really get into character and almost cry if the script is heartbreaking. I also try and comfort those who feel down because it makes me sad when someone else is sad :(”

Ight so before we start, I don’t think I specified this before but try having a limit with matchups as in if you already got one done, please don’t ask me to redo it altogether or for a certain part because I’m usually overloaded with requests and I do my best to keep everything open as long as possible. But this time I’ll let you pass dkgdkdg

Anyways, I match you with...

KAKYOIN!

Do keep in mind that I definitely considered Jotaro first, but after thinking more in depth i ended up choosing cherry man. He would really find you interesting especially giving the fact that your introverted nature would immediately vibe with his own. Now hear me out, this man would be absolutely thrilled to discover all of your interests and you’d soon find out that he too is lowkey into horror literature as well as cosplays. I can really see him expertly DIY-ing the fuck out of some random materials and creating all sorts of banging cosplay accessories. Furthermore, he’s lowkey into learning stuff about other cultures and their food, but you bet that he absolutely loves seafood as well, not to mention that he can prepare some too. And would you look at that? He very much prefers animals over people as well! Not when it comes to you though, obviously.

I can also see him having a really vast music taste and basically vibing with any sort of genres, so you’d be surprised at just how many bands he knows. Kak would really approve of your music taste too. And honestly he’d love to hear you sing for him since it would be lowkey therapeutic, especially after a tiring ass day that dragged on for way too long. As for your cuddly nature, he may or may not tease you sometimes for being so shy but it’s all in good fun really because this man is going to provide you with all the affection in the world at all times since he tends to be WAY touchier with a partner than with pretty much anyone else. Your habit of sleeping with plushies is also something that he considers to be extremely cute, and his feelings about it would be showing whenever he’d be lightly teasing you once again. On another note, while he isn’t the most expressive person out there, he is arguably way more empathetic if we’re talking about his loved ones so seeing you cry would always hit him pretty hard, the man eagerly rushing to your side to provide you with some good ol’ comfort.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #stardust crusaders #noriaki kakyoin #jojo headcanons #matchups

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672.

When was the last time you let someone know you truly love him/her? >> Hm.

Do you complain when you are bored, or look for something to do? >> I might say that I’m bored, conversationally, if I’m not alone. But usually I just flop around and wait until my brain settles down. (Usually, boredom for me isn’t a lack of things to do, it’s just a kind of restlessness or anxiety that prevents me from doing anything or focusing on anything.)

Do other people's complaints ever get on your nerves? >> Sure.

Generally, what is your favorite ride at an amusement park? >> I remember liking roller coasters, but I haven’t been to an amusement park in a long time.

Who is your favorite 90's musical artist? >> I mean, a lot of the music I enjoy is from the nineties...

Do you think that music was better when your parents were young, or now? >> Music is just music. Some of it I like, some of it I don’t like, but every time period in the past century-plus has had its pop music that older people hate. I think it’s just more difficult to adapt to new music trends as one gets older, and one is more likely to experience nostalgia for the music they grew up with, and mistakenly assume that their nostalgia means that the music was obviously objectively better back then. There are some musical trends that I wish were still knocking around, sure, but there are some new trends that I love, too. People will always be around making music that I like, no matter what year it is.

How did you develop your specific taste in music? >> I mean, it wasn’t any effort on my part. I just like what I like; I assume it’s mostly subconscious.

If you drink coffee, how do you like it (with cream, black, etc)? >> Black.

Did your parents sign you up for things like piano lessons and ballet? >> He always signed me up for things I didn’t enjoy, and then wondered why I didn’t perform to his standards.

What is your favorite children's song? >> I don’t have one.

Is there a funny story about yourself that you like telling others? >> Probably, but I can’t remember it right now.

Are you good at telling jokes? >> No, I don’t have the memory for constructed jokes.

Are you uptight, or are you easy going? >> I’m neurotic about some things because of how I’m wired, and I’m pretty apathetic about other things for the same reason.

Other than gas, what do you frequently purchase at a gas station? >> I don’t regularly buy things at gas stations.

What is one concern you have about the present state of the world? >> Meh.

Ten years ago, did you think that this was how the world would turn out? >> I wasn’t thinking about how the world would turn out ten years from then.

Ever think you might be better off living in a different time period? >> No.

Do you drink regular or diet soda? >> If I’m going to drink soda, I’m going to drink regular soda.

What CDs would you take with you on a road trip? >> Thank god for Spotify.

Think of your favorite band? What album by them is your LEAST favorite? >> I don’t have a favourite band.

Have you seen your favorite band in concert? If so, how was it? >> I’ve seen live several bands I’ve called “favourite” in the past. They were all great shows.

Do you walk regularly? >> I don’t. Especially not in this season.

Did you take a Health class in high school? How was it? >> Yeah. I don’t know, I slept through most of it.

If you could have the answer to one question, what question would that be? >> ---

Do you like any bands from other countries? >> Sure, of course.

When was the last time you mailed a handwritten letter? >> Uh... middle school?

Do you still receive Christmas cards? >> Not unless I do a card exchange amongst my tumblr mutuals, which I did do one year. But executive dysfunction got in the way last season so I didn’t get around to it.

Do you know anyone who is really hard to please? >> I mean, maybe.

What gets you through the day? >> *shrug*

Do you have a Before Bed routine? >> Not really. I just make sure to take my pill at around 10p.

Describe your stance on organized religion? >> I don’t have a stance on it, really. I find some aspects of it fascinating, some aspects of it helpful, and other aspects of it harmful. Just like... anything, I guess? I’m considering conversion to a particular organised religion, but I’ve been spoiled by the sheer freedom of being unaffiliated and I’m not sure how willing I am to give that up.

Describe your stance on religion in general? >> I’m notoriously interested in and even passionate about religion in general, even when I don’t care to personally participate in it. It’s one of those things I’d consider majoring in if I was in any way inclined towards formal education.

If you found out your bf/gf was homosexual, how would you react? >> Whaaaaat? The woman that is always saying “I’m gay” at any given occasion (particularly when she sees other women) is not straight?????? News to me.

If you are homosexual, and you find out your bf/gf is straight, then what? >> I mean, that’s a situation I can’t really imagine being in.

Have you ever sung karaoke? What songs? Was it fun? >> I’ve sung at live-band karaoke... I’d say around 100, 150 times? I was pretty much a regular. My go-to songs included Smells Like Teen Spirit, Jeremy, and No One Knows. Oh, and The Trooper until I saw [fellow regular] Dorit do a belly-dance bit with a sword on her head during the solo. I think all of us regulars gave up on doing The Trooper after that, lmfao.

Do you study for big tests? >> ---

What makes you nervous? >> Oh, a few things, I guess.

Have you called anyone today? What did you talk about? >> No.

When was the last time you went bowling? >> The last time I was even in a bowling alley is when I was eighteen. The only reason I remember is because that was the last time I saw Thomas before he died. (That bowling alley isn’t even there anymore. Always thought a bowling alley in Port Authority was weird, anyway...)

Do you drive around the neighborhood to look at lights around Xmas? >> We usually just see them on regular drives. When I lived in the Pine Barrens as a preteen, it was nice because we lived by a four-mile-long lake, and you could always see the reflections of the lights across the lake in the water. Also, there was this one house that always went absolutely apeshit with the lights every year. I shudder to think of their electric bill.

Why are so many single people bitter on Valentine's Day? >> Because they’re lonely or have been hurt by exes or are unhappily aromantic, and don’t like being bombarded by hearts and romantic shit everywhere. It’s not rocket science, dude.

What holiday is a big deal for you? >> I mean, Christmas. I enjoy it and for once in my life I get to fully celebrate it.

What is one tradition you hate participating in? >> I don’t know, but whatever it is, I probably just refuse to participate in it period.

Have you ever been sledding? >> Nope.

Do you have acne? >> Not since high school.

Have you made a fool of yourself today? >> Not to my knowledge.

Is there someone you wish you could talk to, but you're too afraid? >> Not specifically. But in general, fear is the foundation of why I don’t open up to people.

Do you have a favorite cookie? >> I like lemon cookies...

When was the last time you did something for someone else? >> Neighbour left her key in her door and I knocked on the door to alert her to it.

Do you let other people choose the radio stations in your car? >> ---

Would you say that you are an accepting and openminded person? >> Sure.

Have you ever been convinced to try something you didn't want to do? >> Not if I really didn’t want to do it. I’ve been convinced to try things that I was on the fence about.

What happened? How did you feel about your choice? >> ---

Have you ever tried to influence someone else? >> I mean, sure, probably.

When was the last time you cheated--at anything? >> I don’t remember.

Do you play any online computer games? If so, what? >> Yeah. I play several MMOs (not at the same time, I usually alternate between them from month to month).

What food can you not seem to get enough of? >> Cheese and crackers, for some reason.

When you are mad at someone, how do you show them? >> I usually just don’t talk to them or don’t give any friendly social cues. Kind of freeze them out, I guess. I figure most people don’t care if I’m upset with them or not, so it doesn’t make any sense to tell them or have a conversation about it. That may be fallacious, but I... also haven’t been explicitly proven wrong yet, lol.

Do you like to think that you are better than other people? >> No.

When was the last time you felt you had a reality check? >> I don’t know.

Have you ever felt out of touch with reality? >> Sure, many times.

Have you ever been sick to the point of possibly dying? >> Nope.

Have you ever had a tooth pulled? >> Yes, because I can’t afford a root canal.

How long do you you usually chew a stick of gum? >> Not that long. The flavour only lasts like five minutes at best, after all, and once the flavour’s gone the gum starts to lose pliability.

Did you chew gum in school, even if it was against the rules? >> I don’t recall doing so.

Did you take a foreign language in school? >> I tried. I didn’t get very far because of changing schools all the time, being in the mental hospital all the time, and also that stupid fiasco where I got no credit for a whole year of Spanish I (I don’t remember why, but it was definitely some bullshit).

Did you attempt to make Honor Roll? Did you make it? >> I only made honour roll in elementary.

What was your favorite school project? >> That report I did about Jim Morrison. Or that project I did about the war against rock and roll, lol (you know, the Satanic Panic around metal music and all that noise; I basically got tired of being told I listened to “devil music” and decided to expose the ridiculousness of it in my final project).

Did you attend any school dances? >> I mean, I went to prom.

Were you in any after school clubs? >> I tried to be, but my father made me leave them because he didn’t approve of the kinds of clubs I wanted to be in (and I didn’t want to be in the kinds of clubs he approved of).

Was there any teacher that made life living hell for you? >> I definitely felt that way.

How about any student(s)? >> Some years, yes.

When was the last time you felt overwhelmed? >> I don’t remember. It’s a common occurrence so I don’t make much note of it when it happens.

Which parent are you more apt to go to if you're upset? >> ---

Do you have any coffee mugs with funny pictures/sayings? >> I have a mug with a cute cactus on it! But Sparrow has all the punny mugs (they’re all cat puns).

Describe your favorite t-shirt? >> ---

Describe something strange that you own? >> Hmm... not sure I own anything strange. Or maybe it’s just that nothing I own is strange to me.

What do you like to do on a friday night? >> Go to Cafe Boba for a weekly meetup group.

What do you like to do on a sunday night? >> Whatever.

Are monday's a drag for you? >> No more or less than any other day of the week.

Do you think graffiti is a valid form of artistic expression? >> Of course.

Do you know where the food you eat comes from? >> Of course not, I live in the US. It’s all a clusterfuck of obfuscation.

Do you ever worry about where the world will be in 20 years? >> No. My peers seem to have that covered.

Have you spent much time contemplating your death? >> Oh, definitely.

Do you know what you want your funeral to be like? >> I know that I want a home vigil (assuming I die when I’m older, after we’ve already bought an actual home). If I die, like, tomorrow or whatever, I guess people can do whatever they want funeral-wise because I’m not interested. Just bury me in a cardboard or pine box in the green section at that one cemetery near us, please. Not in a fucking thousand-dollar metal casket or whatever. Let me decay.

How often do you think dirty thoughts? >> I don’t know, often enough, I guess.

Can mere images turn you on? How about words? >> Images, sure. Words, if they come from Inworld, yeah...

Do you give a good back massage? >> No.

Do you think that feet are disgusting? >> I mean, not inherently. At least they don’t... secrete stuff. (I mean, besides sweat.)

Do you have a girlish scream? >> I don’t recall ever screaming, period.

When was the last time you screamed? >> ^

What is your political affiliation? >> I don’t have one, but I usually vote Democrat.

Are you registered to vote? >> Yeah.

Are you GOING to vote? >> *sigh* Yeah, guess I oughta.

Do you think you would enjoy living in college dorms? >> No. Nooooo no no no no.

Have you ever been to the YMCA? >> Yeah.

If you ditched school, where did you go? >> ---

Have you ever been offered drugs? What, and by who? >> I mean, by friends. Not by complete strangers the way D.A.R.E. insisted. (I mean, that probably does happen too, just not at all with the frequency one would expect...)

Are you afraid to walk places at night if you are alone? >> No.

What's in your school backpack? >> ---

Are you put off by overly social people? >> No. I’m easily exhausted by very extroverted, exuberant people, is all. Doesn’t mean I don’t like them as people.

What do you think of people who are shy? >> I don’t think anything of them, specifically. Some people are just shy. That’s fine.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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the-writerly-night-owl · 6 years ago

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Master List

Okay so I thought it would be easier for me to write out a master list of all my fics. There are a few that are NSWF content which will be marked with a * next to it. I’m not sure how to tag this but here it goes. This list is long and mostly MC and the LI of choice (I’ll be breaking that down later) but in the meantime enjoy!

Desire and Decorum

MC x Ernest

Like Sand in the Wind

Continuing a Legacy

Something about a Baby

Not Exactly an Arranged Marriage

How it Should have Ended

A Lot More Desire and Less Decorum*

All I Need Is You*

Exactly Where To Be

What if That’s the Future

Crashed the Wedding

Young Love

Just a Disagreement

I Will Always Love You

What If’s and Maybe’s - Links to fanfiction account

Portrait Perfect *

Only One for You

A Time for Reminiscing

Dreaming of the Future

First Impressions

Waking Up on Wednesday *

Carrying On Advice

Wouldn’t Want It Another Way

The Wedding Night *

Not Exactly 20 Questions

Together With You*

A Tale of Two Something New’s

Not So Silent Night *

Stolen Moments on the Holiday’s

Parenting Collection

A New Member of the Family

A Normal Afternoon at Ledford

A Good Birth

Father Daughter Bonding

The Significance of a Garden

During the Darkest Part of the Night *

Just a Quick Glimpse

From Boy to Man

Testament of Time

Alone At Last *

I’ll Always Have You

A Very Full House

A More Complete Afternoon

Sweet Lullaby

Strengthening Family Bonds

New Traditions

Late Nights

Mr. Chambers x Mr. Konevi (with some minor Annabelle)

Playing in the Park

The First Day of Vacation

Mixture of Pairs

What’s in a Name Ernest x MC + Mr. Chambers x Annabelle x Yusuf agreement

A Surprise Delivery

Pressures to be Married Ernest x MC + Mr. Chambers x Annabelle x Yusuf agreement

Having a Little Fun Ernest x MC + Mr. Chambers x Annabelle x Yusuf agreement

Siblings Conversations Harry and MC bonding, minor Ernest x MC

Other

The Confidential Diary of Carrie Mills - Part 2

Start of a Lasting Friendship - Queen Charlotte and Dominique friendship

Negotiating a Contract - An alternate look at Desire and Decorum

Quiet Afternoons - Queen Charlotte and Dominique friendship

Can You Picture It - A modern AU look at Ernest and Clara’s relationship

Something About a Legacy - Part of the future of the Sinclaire family

Could Not Ask for More - Percival bonding story with Ernest and Clara

A Very Special Christmas Story - Another Part of the future of the Sinclaire family

About a Proposal and Blessings - Percival surprises Ernest and some Clara x Ernest bonding

Tis the Season to have Babies - A bunch of pregnant women are together and Ernest expects nothing

The Elementalists

Beckett and MC

No Asking Required

A Different Kind of Proposal

New Beginnings

A Wedding Night To Remember *

That Special Place

What Might Be

The Book *

A Puzzle to Figure Out

An Apology and a Dozen Red Roses

Important Question to Ask

Those Three Little Words

Breakfast Conversations

Written in the Stars

The Perfect Distraction

Beneath the Chandelier Light

The Fun in Moving

I just Want to Be With You

A Conversation of Favorites

How to Not Find the Perfect Christmas Present

Adding Sunshine to a Horrible Day

A Sweet Surprise

The Day Beckett Never Stopped Smiling

Parenting Collection

Being a Father

To be a Parent

A Father and His Daughter

A New Perspective

The Birth of a Daughter

Worries and Hopes

Nothing to Worry About

Up For a Challenge

Other

Sister Bonding

A Surprise Too Many (an AU) Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Seeing the Bigger Picture Beckett x MC with brother sister bonding

From the Bay Window

The Freshman Series

Relationship in London

The Royal Romance

The Perfect Girl for Liam and Girl Scout Cookies Maxwell and Bertrand bonding

Beneath the Light of the Full Moon MC x King Liam

The Darkness Before the Light MC x King Liam

A Tale of Two Birthdays MC x King Liam with Olivia and Maxwell bonding

It’s Not Supposed to Go Like That MC x King Liam

Preparing for an Heir MC x Liam

Learning a New Skill

Baking Up Memories MC x Liam with their daughter

The Best Parts of the Past

Feels Like We’re Making History

It Lives in the Woods

Early Morning Kisses: mc x Stacy Green

Big Sky Country

Were We Anything

Endless Summer

To Be Remembered

The Bright Side of Boring

The Crown and the Flame

Constant as the Wind - Kenna and Dom friendship

Open Heart

Ethan x MC

Rainy Day Conversations

Wishful Thinking

An Unconventional Meeting

How a Hospital is Like High School

Change in the Air

Is it Worth It

Where to Go From Here

Here For You

For the First Time

Trying to Begin Again

The First Time I Saw You

Nerve Check

Patience is a Virtue

More Surprises

Making the Most of a Desk *

Finding the Perfect Solution

What Else is There to Celebrate?

Feeding the Gossip Train

The Most Thoughtful Gifts Are Special

In Flight Romance

Picture Perfect in Holiday Sweaters

Others

Be My Superman - Rafael x MC

Starting off on the Right Foot - Bryce x MC

Getting to Know a New Friend - MC and Dr. Banerji friendship

The Ideal Applicant - Ethan’s thought process choosing MC to be an intern.

To Freeze That Moment in Time - Naveen point of view

Friends Stick Together - Clarissa and her girl friends.

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor

Good Friends and Hope

It Lives Beneath

The Summer They Deserve

Mother of the Year

To Make Things Right

When Shopping is Fun

Making the Most of the Morning

How to Prepare for Christmas

Of Hobbies and the Future

When Rain is Good Luck

The Meaning of Family

It’s the Most Useful Present

One Planned Surprise and One Unexpected Surprise

Just Like Clockwork

Can’t Help but Imagine the Future

Change in This Season

Wishful Thinking

Wake Up Northbridge

Christmas Shopping Fun

It’s That Time of Year

Bloodbound

The More You Know About Someone

To Remember that Special Feeling

Updated January 13, 2020

#my master list #my ideas #playchoices fanfiction #choices you play #playchoices #choices: stories you play #choices stories you play #choices

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wallstagram · 6 years ago

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january - march fic recs

this might be a long one, so hold on for the ride! below are some of my favorite, favorite, favorite fics that i’ve read so far in 2019 - some are new works, some are tried and true ones that I always come back to for inspiration, and some just make my heart so happy, that they made it on this list!

all authors are listed by their AO3 name but linked to their tumblr, if I could find it!

:: J A N U A R Y ::

honestly, such a busy month for me! i spent most of that month focused on school and working on my own fics, but after having a look at my history, these were the works that stood out as favorites!

like an endless summer by objectlesson

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

OKAY. This story is wonderful. I’m such a sucker for summer camp AU’s, and this one is so drawn out and well done. At 87k, it gets slow burn right without becoming boring. Sweet and sexy moments about facing fears and finding love with all your best friends around. I’m also here to rec the sequel palms reflecting in your eyes because YES.

hymns for restless stars by turnyourankle

Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

this is such a sweet, sweet work that is so near and dear to my heart. It touches on some themes that I feel are downplayed by the fandom (but that rant is for another post, haha) so it was lovely to see it done so well. I just love the characterization and how the whole thing flows from beginning to end. It may be ~38k, but as a 25-chapter fic, I’d consider it an easy read over time, and a story I fully recommend.

:: F E B R U A R Y ::

a firm believer and a warm receiver by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

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Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

so - i’m all about non-traditional pairings, and the ABO verse has been full of amazing ones! While this story is shorter than a lot of my recs (at ~ 11k) it is wonderful and the characterization of H and L is wonderful. Highly recommend this one for anyone who likes ABO.

leave your mark on me by fullonlarrie

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

wow. okay. so this is one of those stories that - it just blows my mind that more people aren’t talking about how amazing this is! it weighs a bit more heavy on the oppressive realities of ABO for omegas, and i love falling into a version of ABO that I could really envision being an alternate reality. I love the style of it, and the pace is exactly what it needs to be. About 32 k, nice slow burn. (if you haven’t seen a theme, I love a good slow burn!)

from, your secret admirer by flicker_album

Or the one where Louis is Harry's Tumblr crush so he sends him secret admirer messages for Valentine's Day

I really love the idea of fanboys!H&L. I loved the real-world touches, and I think the prompt is so stinking cute! It’s a nice, light read. I thoroughly enjoyed the style and just the dialogue set.

fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again

i really think of this fic a lot more than i’d care to admit. there are a few (in my opinion) classics in the fandom that I think everyone should read, and this is surely one of them. there’s the perfect blend of angst and falling in love, dolloped with domesticity, learning to trust each other again, smut, and happiness. i often get so lost in this work that I imagine it’s much longer than it really is (at 17k) but it’s enough to really sink your teeth into and get lost inside of. when i need to be filled up as a writer, these are the kind of works i go to - the ones that have stood the test of time and still are wonderful every single time I come back to them.

:: M A R C H ::

somewhere between a minute and a lifetime by dinosaursmate

“Is your passport definitely in your bag?” “It’s definitely there,” Harry huffed. “I’m not stupid.” “I never said you were, love. I’m just asking from experience.” “It happened once.” Louis pressed his lips together and wheeled his suitcase towards the front door. “And… you really aren’t wearing a plug? You swear?” Harry finally cracked a smile. “I swear.” --- Harry and Louis go on their first big holiday, and they have a few surprises for each other along the way.

so I recommend the whole series, but this third installment is surely my favorite, and the one I come back to. i love holiday fics, and there’s something about this spunky couple that has me following every single word the author has written. I love how witty Harry can be in this, and how nothing about their holiday is picture perfect. all to say - for a smut-centered fic, it knows how to balance an amazing plot and really keep me wanting more. it’s also a nice length at 20k, that I feel satisfied but not like i’ve been reading for forever. i’m really hoping a part four is on the way!

the second hand unwinds by fullonlarrie

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

this story fucked me up in the best way possible!!! I really read it all in one go, set it aside, and came back to it. Skimmed for the parts i needed to read again, read the entire thing again, and since I read it, it always comes to mind as one of the first fics I’ll recommend out to someone. i already babbled about my adoration for this fic in the comments, so i’ll let you go see for yourself! it’s ~52k of pure gold.

tell me this is paradise by quickedween

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

if you asked me five weeks ago if i’d ever have a girl!direction fic in my list, I would’ve laughed. for some reason, i’ve never been able to fully immerse myself in the plot, really get into it. I just - I couldn’t take it seriously. until this. this fic rocked my entire world. it’s the shortest fic on my list at ~ 5k, so i’ve read it multiple times and would seriously recommend based off the characterization, amazing smut, and the fact that it turned me into a girl!direction believer. (AND it inspired me to go on a similar journey to the one Harry has - but that’s for a different post!) but thank you for converting me to girl!direction, quickedween!

like a siren in the night by whoknows

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

oh, my heart. i love this fic so much. it’s ABO, and it has the perfect level of angst, love, and everything in between. i love the imperfect relationship between H and L - and i’m sure you will too! such a darling, sexy, and wonderful work! (~25k)

salt and the appetite by sadaveniren

Aka Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

so i’m a huge fan of anything sada writes, but the no control club series itself is so amazing! i always come back to it for something that I know won’t let me down, that is steamy and perfect! this work that starts off the series is 14k of smut and all sorts of fun, sexy stuff that H and L get up to. if you haven’t already read it, you must be living under a rock. go check it out!

so, that’s the list! thank you to @sadaveniren, @becomeawendybird, @fullonlarrie, @dinosaursmate, @canonlarry, @flicker-album, @horsegirlharry, and @turnyourankle for writing such masterpieces! stay tuned for my next rec list! if you survived reading this entire post, you deserve a medal

#fic rec #rec list #2019 recs #ao3 #larry fic #larry fic rec #larry smut #warmcuppatea recs

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afteriwake · 5 years ago

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Alternate Beginnings, Alternate Endings, Alternate Universes (2/5 - An “Adventures In Unexpected Places” Story)

Another old chapter of @fadeddreaming‘s crossover story! This part isn’t as long, I swear...

Alternate Beginnings, Alternate Endings, Alternate Universes - After being sent to the worst school in the whole of England, Amy meets up with the man whose fault it is that she’s there, and things go vastly more differently than anyone expected.

The months rolled by. They had arrived in October, and helped participate in their very own Devil’s Night against the local town (most of the town occupants had sensibly left the town unoccupied) two weeks after arriving. Then they had the most unusual fall festival ever, but one that was much preferable to being in Leadworth and having to participate in the treacly pageant the town put on.

Christmas was a bit of a problem: Mel’s parents decided they wanted Mels home, but Aunt Sharon made no move to invite Amy back. But the Doctor had the fix for that, and she spent Christmas Eve on the TARDIS, waking up Christmas Day and unwrapping gifts from all over the galaxy, while the Doctor took to the fez she had picked out on Camilla’s advice like a duck takes to water. He’d also enjoyed the blue bow tie she’d picked out, and Amy swore for the next major gift-giving holiday to give him a green one. When the New Year dawned a week later, Amy and the Doctor were setting off fireworks from the roof of St. Trinian’s, along with Camilla and the other students who hadn’t left the property, for one reason or another.

By the time Valentine’s Day got close, Amy was completely at home in her new school. Yes, the lessons were spotty, and she spent more time being a hooligan then her aunt had probably intended, but she was getting a good education from the Doctor, who was taking her to any point in history she wanted to go on their monthly visits, and was teaching her science and English through the most inventive way possible. Her visit to Shakespeare had been her favorite; and she had gotten to see a rousing performance of “A Midsummer’s Night Dream” in full period clothing.

Mels came when she wanted, but Mels fit in with their classmates more, and after almost getting sucked into a black hole on the first visit she wasn’t as enthused for the trips as her friend was. Mels had made a friend in Kelly Jones, who was learning to be more and more like Mels. It was unusual to see Mels with a friend other than her, and saddening, in a way. But the Doctor more than made up for it.

“What do you want to do this month?” he asked when he picked her up in February for their scheduled visit.

“I want to have a boyfriend,” she said. “There’s supposed to be a boy in Leadworth who likes me. Rory Williams.”

“Oh, he loves you all right,” the Doctor said quietly.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” he said. While he had taken her to the future, he didn’t take her to her future, and he knew bits and pieces of it. Rory played a prominent part, he remembered that much. “Would you like to visit him?”

“Yes,” she said with a grin, and he piloted the controls to take them to Leadworth. “What day is it?”

“Still February 1st,” he replied, opening the door to the TARDIS. “He should be coming right up the lane…now.”

“Oi! Rory!” Amy stuck her head out of the TARDIS and yelled at her old friend.

“Amy!” he called back, running up to the box. He stuck his head in, his eyes wide, and then saw the Doctor. “He’s real? It’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” she said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in, and then shut the door behind him. “Don’t worry, he’ll bring you right back.”

“My mum saw one of your letters and said you were still crazy little Amelia,” he said, going up to the console in wonder. “If she only knew.”

“Yeah, well, she can’t,” Amy said. “Anyway, Rory, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Rory Williams.”

“How do you do?” the Doctor said, extending his hand to the young man.

“Good,” Rory said, shaking it. “You?”

“Very good,” he replied. “So, does our intrepid new friend get to pick where we go?”

“Of course not,” Amy said. “You already know where you want to take us, don’t you?”

“Ooh, sometimes you’re too clever,’ he replied, ruffling Amy’s hair. She ducked away and fixed it, getting close to Rory. Then she noticed how close she was and took a large step to the side. “I was thinking…Venice.”

“What’s so interesting about Venice?” Amy asked, making a face.

“Gondolas!” the Doctor replied. The two teenagers looked at him, blank faced. “All right then. 1940s is out, your own personal future is out…ancient Rome? Stonehenge? London 2012 Olympic—oh, wait, I’ve already been there, shouldn’t cross my own timeline. Beijing Olympics in 2010? Does any of that sound at all interesting?”

“You know, I’d like to have a picnic somewhere exotic,” Amy said. “Can we do a picnic?”

“Yeah. I didn’t eat lunch today,” Rory said.

“Picnic, right then. I can go whip something up. How about…Atrellion 5? They have a breathable atmosphere, and the sky is rainbow hued, and there are all sorts of nifty ruins to explore.”

“That sounds good,” Rory said, looking at Amy.

“Sounds good to me,” Amy said with a nod.

“I’ll go get the food,” he said as he threw down controls. “Unless you’d like to raid the pantry, Amelia, since you know where everything is.”

“What kind of food do you have?” Rory asked.

“He’s got all sorts. Even American food,” she said, walking towards the kitchen, with Rory following. “He’s got these chocolate chip cookies that are to die for. Pepperidge Farm?” The two adolescents disappeared out of the console room, and he pulled up the data he had from their future and frowned. Today was supposed to be their first date. But how…oh. He had to come up with a reason to be scarce. This would not be a good thing to mess up. He landed the TARDIS and waited patiently for them to come back.

“And you can see dinosaurs, though they’re really boring and they smell bad,” Amy was saying as they came back.

“Well, I need to drop you two off for an hour or so. Got a message from my friend River. Terrible emergency, needed right away.” He opened the door and practically shoved them outside. “Don’t stray far, I’ll be back in two hours, three at most.” He shut the door behind them and dematerialized, rematerializing about 100 yards away under silence. He wasn’t so irresponsible he’d leave the two of them on the planet alone. He turned on the monitor and focused in on them.

“That was rude,” Amy said, glaring at where the TARDIS had been. “And it’s supposed to be my day with him, too.”

“Then why’d you come get me?” Rory asked, hefting the heavy picnic blanket.

“Cause I missed you,” she said quietly. “Mels and I see each other almost every day, and I didn’t come back for Christmas, and I…missed you,” she said, ending it with a shrug. She switched arms to hold the blanket and punched him in the shoulder awkwardly. “Let’s go find a place to eat, okay?”

They trudged off about ten feet until they found the ruins of a fort. Amy laid down the blanket in one corner of the ruins, then settled on it as Rory set down the basket. “Nice view,” he said when he sat down.

“Yeah,” she said. She reached into the basket the same time that he did, and their hands brushed. She pulled hers back really fast. “Could you get me one of my sandwiches?”

“Sure,” he said, pulling one out. “This place is really cool.”

“Yeah, it is,” she said, taking a bite of her sandwich. “So, what happened since the last time we talked?”

“Not much. Marcy has a boyfriend now, and Greg got sent to the headmaster’s office for assault. And Jennifer asked me out, but I said no.”

“Oh,” she said quietly.

“What about you?”

“Oh, not much. Mels has gotten it in her head that we can become criminal masterminds, so she recruited this guy in one of the other villages to help us out.”

“Sounds like Mels,” Rory said with a slight chuckle.

“And I hang out with the Doctor once a month. He won’t take me on as a companion until after I graduate, so I get a few hours once a month until then.”

“Sounds like your life is better than mine,” he said glumly. “Mine’s so boring since you left.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe I can bring you on my trips with the Doctor?” she suggested.

“Really?” he said.

“Yeah,” she replied. “Mels almost got sucked down a black hole so she doesn’t like them as much anymore, unless we go to the past, then she wants to come. And I like him, but I get a little lonely sometimes.”

“I’d love to go with you. Wherever or whenever you go,” Rory said earnestly.

“Kind of like my…boyfriend?” she suggested, blushing slightly.

“Are you asking me out?” he asked, also turning a slight shade of pink.

“Yeah? Yeah. Yeah, I’m asking you out.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“Why do you think I said no to Jennifer? I don’t like her like I like you.”

“That’s sweet,” Amy said with a smile. “You were my first choice when I decided I wanted to have a boyfriend. Mels said you might like me, so I figured it would be good to at least see. And you do, so it’s good.”

“Do I have to…kiss…you?” he asked.

“Well, that’s what boyfriends do,” she said.

“Oh. Okay.”

“But not now, because we’re eating. Afterwards you can kiss me. I mean, you can kiss me good-bye. I mean, good-night.”

“Oh. Okay.” He ate more of his sandwich, and she ate hers, and they stayed relatively quiet. When he was done he reached in for a soda, and handed her one. “Do I get to put my arm around your shoulders?”

“Not today. Next time…maybe.” She took a big drink of soda. “So, what do you want to do when the Doctor comes back?”

Whatever he had planned to say was drowned out by a roar. Both of them froze, and then Rory slowly set down his soda and looked around, picking up a rock about the size of his palm. He stood in front of Amy and the food, ready to protect her. Amy, thinking just as fast, stood up and grabbed a stick from inside the ruins and stood by his side. “I’m protecting you!” he said.

“Well, then take the stick and give me the rock!” she said as the roar sounded again.

He started to say something else when the TARDIS materialized in front of them. “Quick in, in, before the Yerdhel cub’s mother finds him,” the Doctor said from the open doorway. Rory grabbed the basket and Amy grabbed the blanket and they bolted into the control room. “Forgot about the wildlife here,” he said sheepishly.

“I thought you were busy,” Amy said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I finished my business but you two seemed chummy so I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Make sense,” Rory said, setting the basket down on the floor.

“So you say,” Amy said, a little suspiciously. Then she sighed. “Well, now what?”

“How about we go watch a race?”

“A race?” Amy said, putting her hands on her hips.

“In space. There’s a community in America that does an annual race to the moon, or to Mars, can’t quite remember. We can watch them in space.”

“That could be interesting,” Rory said.

“Sure, why not?” Amy said with a shrug.

“Excellent. I’ll take you to the race in 2010. That one was spectacular.” He went to the console, then paused. “Rory, you take the doohickey. Amy, you take the wibbly lever.” The teens went where he pointed. “Ready, then?”

“Ready,” they chorused. “Then let’s go!” They did what they were supposed to do, and then the Doctor opened the door. “Right they should be coming by us any moment.”

“Uh, Doctor?” Rory said from next to him. “I think that one in front is coming straight at us.”

“Right you are,” he replied, then he raced back to the controls. He fiddled with a lever, and while the door was open they moved to the side, out of the rocket’s path. “Better?”

“Better,” Rory said, his eyes glued on the rockets. Amy watched for a moment, then came back to the console.

“Aren’t you going to watch the rockets?” the Doctor asked as he headed back towards Rory.

“No,” she said. “It’s boring.”

“One of them is doing something fishy,” Rory said, looking back.

“2010…oh, bugger,” the Doctor murmured. “Rory shut the door. Amy, to the wibbly lever again.” He flipped controls “Now, Amy.” Amy turned the wibbly lever and the whole TARDIS lurched. “Forgot what happened in 2010,” he said sheepishly.

“Can we just go home?” Amy said.

“Home?” Rory said. “But…we didn’t get to do much.”

“Yeah, but at home I can talk to you without worrying about being eaten or blown to bits,” she said.

“Ah,” the Doctor replied. “Tell you what. Why don’t you show him around? I’ll just go to my study and…do stuff. Study. Something or other. You two can talk to your hearts content.”

“Okay,” Amy said. “Mind if we spend some time in the pool?”

“Sure, all right.” Then he paused. “But no monkey business. Don’t need either of you drowning…or worse.”

“Got it,” she said. She grabbed Rory’s hand and pulled him along. “Come on, Rory.”

The Doctor watched them walk away, amused grin on his face, as he went to his own room. He puttered around for two hours before checking up on them, finding them out of the pool and in the library, all dried off and looking at the things in there. “Not as bored.”

“There’s so much fascinating stuff,” Amy said. “I’m glad the swimming pool isn’t in here anymore.”

“I rather am too,” the Doctor replied. He then nodded to Amy. “We should probably go soon.”

“Oh, right.” She grinned at Rory. “Next month, we’ll do something you want.”

“Promise?”

She leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek. “Promise.”

They all headed back to the control room, and the Doctor landed Rory right where they’d picked him up. Amy walked outside with him, and when she came back in five minutes later the Doctor could have sworn it looked like she was floating. “Well?”

“He’s going to try and come visit on Valentine’s Day,” she said, a dreamy smile on her face.

“At your school?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Won’t your classmates tear him to shreds?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The dreamy look on her face disappeared. “Oh, damn.”

“Leave it up to me,” he said gently. “I’ll make sure you get to see your sweetheart on Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you,” she said, relieved. “So…home now?”

“Home it is,” he replied, fiddling with the knobs and levers before landing on the roof of St. Trinian’s. “Oh, by the way…tell Mels that unless the man she’s talking to is Fast Harry, it’ll all fall apart around her ears.”

“Right.” She was almost to the door, then paused. “How did you know?”

“I looked into the future,” he said, mentally slapping himself for not catching it earlier. “It wasn’t like I was spying or anything.”

“Right,” she said, an amused grin on her face. “Well, see you on Valentine’s Day, Doctor.”

“See you then,” he replied as she left and shut the door behind her. He went back to the console and checked the record, and was pleased to find everything the same. And, most of all, he was happy for Amy and Rory. He knew there were some hard times coming, and she would be grateful for his support.

#doctor who #st trinians #amy x rory #fanfic #fanfiction #eleventh doctor #the doctor #amy pond #rory williams #multipart: alternate beginnings alternate endings alternate universes #my au: adventures in unexpected places

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darkenigma32 · 6 years ago

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! good luck !

TAGGED. @qcaesitr TAGGING. Anyone that wants to do this, you have my permission!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Riff Zelfer Hendrixsen

NICKNAME: Riff, Sis/Sister (Holly), Snipes (in certain TWD AUs)

AGE: 26-30′s

BIRTHDAY: November 5th, 1987 (Guy Falkes Night in the UK)

ETHNIC GROUP: White British

NATIONALITY: British

LANGUAGE(S): English, Latin, Italian, Russian (A little)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Aromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

CLASS: Middle / low class.

HOMETOWN / AREA: Manchester, England

CURRENT HOME: A small flat in Manchester, England (When not traveling)

PROFESSION: Consulting psychologist/therapist

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Jet Black

EYES: Sapphire/Navy Blue (Grey when under lighting)

NOSE: Button

FACE: Heart shaped

LIPS: Natural.

COMPLEXION: Fair

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Small one on her right shoulder

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 5 in, 6ft | 170.18 cm

WEIGHT: 128 lbs | 58 kg

BUILD: Athletic

FEATURES: N/A

ALLERGIES: N/A

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Shoulder-length hair

USUAL FACE LOOK: -_- (Stoic and reserved)

USUAL CLOTHING: All-black attire of a Fred Perry short sleeve polo shirt with dark-red/grey stripes at the tips, M-65 field jacket, boot-cut jeans and a pair of combat boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Being powerless and helpless to her family/friends/ allies, being alone, the unknown

ASPIRATION(S) : To help people, stop crimes before they start, to help bring a light in the darkness

POSITIVE TRAITS: Calm, kind, honest, brave, selfless, witty, focused, dedicated, intelligent, humble, patient, observant, reserved, merciful, rational

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Moody, stubborn, overprotective, impulsive, closed-off, paranoid (sometimes), vengeful

ZODIAC: Scorpio

TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic

SOUL TYPE(S): Warrior

ANIMALS: Wolf, Eagle, Owl

VICE HABIT(S): Wrath/Vengeance.

FAITH: None

GHOSTS?: Yes

AFTERLIFE?: Yes

REINCARNATION?: Yes

ALIENS?: Same as above.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful/Neutral good.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: N/A

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: Middle / Low-class

EDUCATION LEVEL: University

FAMILY.

FATHER: Unnamed father (Deceased)

MOTHER: Unnamed Mother (Deceased)

SIBLINGS: Several (Platonic symbolically)

EXTENDED FAMILY: Nate Hendrixsen (Uncle, deceased), unnamed aunt

NAME MEANING(S): Her parents were fond of music, naming her after the guitar term ‘riff’.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: N/A

FAVORITES.

BOOK: 1984 by George Orwell (Sort-of relatable for Riff these days)

MOVIE: The 007 series

5 SONGS: ‘Throne’ by Bring Me The Horizon, ‘London Calling’ by The Clash, ‘The Messenger’ by Johnny Marr, ‘Bones Exposed’ by Of Mice & Men, ‘Fight Inside’ by RED

DEITY: None

HOLIDAY: Halloween, Guy Falkes Night (In her home country)

MONTH: November

SEASON: Autumn

PLACE: Waterfalls

WEATHER: Sunny

SOUND: Birds & Nature

SCENT(S): Ozone, green tea, saltwater, herbs

TASTE(S): Vanilla, Green tea, berries, Alfredo sauce

FEEL(S): Rumble of a bass guitar, the thrill of adrenaline, the birds chirping, wind blowing in her face

ANIMAL(S): Dogs, Birds, Cats

NUMBER: 13.

COLORS: Black, red, grey, white

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Martial arts, psychology, guitar/bass player, parkour, negotiator

BAD AT: Being open in personal matters, Riff’s really closed off about her past in general.

HOBBIES: Martial arts, meditation, parkour, music, traveling, the fine arts, reading/studying psychology

TROPES: The Atoner, The Stoic, Shell-Shocked Veteran, The Drifter, Tranquil Fury, The Mentor

AESTHETIC TAGS: #Nature, #Music, #Travel

GPOY QUOTES: N/A

FC INFO.

MAIN FC(S): Kate Beckinsale as Selene in the Underworld film series

ALT FC(S): Nico Robin (Pre-timeskip) in One Piece

OLDER FC(S): N/A

YOUNGER FC(S): N/A

VOICE CLAIM(S): For the moment, it’s her main face-claim, but will be changed in further research.

GENDERBENT FC(S): None

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?: The title would be ‘Drifter’, filmed in a action/spy drama and it would portray Riff’s upcoming as a consulting psychologist and trained assassin. (It might be part of the ‘Assassin’s Creed’ series as a oneshot miniseries)

Q2: what would their soundtrack / score sound like?: Rock/Metal/Alternative with a mix of Video Game scores/BGMs (I.E: Jesper Kyd of Assassin’s Creed and Yoko Shimomura of Final Fantasy XV)

Q3: why did you start writing this character?: I was bored out of my mind, as this used to be a personal blog based of my intrest for music/video games/cartoons... I started RPing with other blogs as a self-insert, but eventually changed my mind and decided to change that into a personal OC.

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?: Nothing, Riff started as an alias name for my self-insert, but ended up becoming a OC with her own backstory and personality,

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse: Morality-wise, I don’t approve of Riff killing people out of justice/vengeance, but it really bugs me sometimes when others inflict the ‘Worf’ effect on her. (I understand it’s to avoid god-modding, but I want a equal chance where Riff can at least land a serious hit in fairness.)

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?: We love rock/metal/alternative music!

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?: It varies. I love interactions with muses/characters that make Riff think deeply into her morality, to challenge her conflicting self-esteem/confidence... Sometimes, her trying to show love is a challenge.

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?: Complete solitude, room isolation, loud music (But not loud enough to blow out my eardrums or give me headaches), sometimes watching TV shows/cartoons online to help inspire Riff’s character.

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?: About an hour or two, I had to revisit Riff’s bio and headcanons to be accurate.

#dash games #long post #about riff #ooc

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smnthchrstn · 6 years ago

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Hiii 🤗 since you asked me to do all the evens for the question thingy, It's only fair I ask the same 😉 plus your my wife now so I got to get to know you more, right? 😅🖤

2: what’s your least favorite holiday?

thanksgiving. (the food is okay, but otherwise i think it’s a load of shit.)

4: do you have allergies?

i’m not allergic to anything, but i think my allergies act up in the spring.

6: how often do you use chapstick?

i used it a lot during my last relationship, but that kinda ended too. with that being said, i literally own like 20 different kinds that i won’t use now haha

8: would you travel to another planet?

i don’t think so.

10: your scariest story?

when i was a kid i lived in an old house that had a lot of history to it. needless to say i’ve got a few childhood paranormal stories to tell. that’s it.

12: scarf or hat?

oh hat

14: preferred weather?

i like those days when it’s raining but the sun’s still shining. i hate the cold.

16: favorite song you’ve recently discovered?

she’s a rainbow by the rolling stones. i somehow didn’t know about this song and now every time i hear it i feel like i’m in the coven.

18: someone who’s changed your life?

honestly this sounds so dumb but all my writing partners and mutuals and followers. you guys helped to pull me out (it’s an ongoing process) of a major depression and truly don’t know what i’d be doing without you guys. things got dark there lol

20: why do you hate ____? (your choice)

i hate spiders because they have several legs and they’re always crawling on my shit and that’s just not appropriate to do in someone’s home.

22: would you rather live in antarctica or the sahara desert?

the sahara desert sounds a little lonely, i guess antarctica at least i’d meet a penguin there.

24: are you religious?

i do believe in God and i pray on a regular basis, but wouldn’t consider myself religious. (as in, church functions etc.)

26: tea or coffee?

tea

28: have you ever used tarot cards?

i have not

30: telekinesis or telepathy?

telekinesis, i’m lazy

32: do you have a full length mirror?

no thank God lol

34: what’s something that no one outside of tumblr knows?

honestly, i have no idea i’m kind of an open book.

36: how long have you had your most recent blog?

i’ve had this blog since 2017.

38: fuzzy socks or oversized sweaters?

sweaters. also a fan of the fuzzy socks though

40: what’s your favorite joke?

i don’t have one, i’m very boring so i’ll post a meme i like instead.

42: do you have any siblings?

nope!

44: floral scents or warm scents?

warm

46: something you’re proud of?

my writing. the ability i have to seem like i know what i’m talking about at work.

48: favorite picture you or someone else has taken of you?

ooh cover your eyes guys you’re about to see my face for the first time.

50: something you’ve done that’s out of your comfort zone?

most things. starting at my job was alarming because i had to pretend to know what the hell was going on all the time

52: do you play any instruments?

i played the recorder several years ago (i used to be able to play my heart will go on) and i took flute lessons but could never blow in the thing correctly (big lol)

54: favorite word?

lately i have really appreciated the word fuck. but i also use literally a lot.

56: are you a meat eater, vegetarian, pescatarian, or vegan?

i eat some meat, chicken. but usually it’s vegan meat alternatives with an otherwise vegetarian diet

58: one thing you wish existed?

a way to print out things you buy on the internet.

60: favorite story you read as a kid?

my favorite picture book as a kid was “a mother for choco” it was a book about a parrot that’s looking for his mom so a bear adopts him and a bunch of other baby animals. i was a very big fan of a series of unfortunate events for many years, so i also wanna say the first book in the series is one i read many times.

62: what’s an addiction of yours?

lately it’s been coca cola. idk what it is about it i just love it.

64: wand or crystal ball?

crystal ball.

66: fruits or vegetables?

fruits

68: something you’ve excelled in?

gif making. i feel pretty good about that these days

70: have you ever bought a yearbook?

yes

72: favorite thing about your personality?

i’m a funny bitch. jk, i mean i kind of am i say a lot of stupid shit and i think that i try for the most part to be myself unapologetically. that’s taken me a long time to do.

74: who would you bring with you on an adventure?

anyone willing to come for the ride.

76: have you ever met a celebrity?

i’ve met a lot of band members, like a lot a lot. i’ve also met mitchel musso (does he act anymore i have no idea)

78: favorite extracurricular class you’ve taken?

choir.

80: if you were given 1 million dollars and you could only spend it on five things, what would you spend it on?

buy my mom whatever she wants, charity, traveling, money in savings, and self publishing.

82: do you keep books in your room?

yes

84: what natural disaster are you most afraid of?

o boy, tornado

86: whales or dolphins?

dolphins.

88: would you rather live alone or with a friend?

probably with someone else, as long as i still had my space.

90: do you keep letters and holiday cards?

yes, always

92: favorite video game?

the sims 2!!!

94: have you ever broken a promise?

probably, but i try not to make promises i can’t keep.

96: first word that comes to your mind?

fraud

98: what’s something that puts you at ease?

listening to fleetwood mac lol

#thank you my wife #this has been fun #personal tag.#cheerocracyx #asks

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smilyoongi · 7 years ago

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I AIN’T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok

Genre: smut (oral), some graphic language,

Word count: 3k

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The pen was monotonically hitting the surface of the desk, the sound it made getting lost in the sea of voices that filled the classroom of the last period. Yoongi couldn't wait to get out of school, the day seeming a thousand hours long. It was now spring, which meant school was almost unbearable, everyone waiting for the summer holidays already. Yoongi too couldn't concentrate on any school work, the sun brimming brightly in the sky, early birds chirping, fresh summery wind distracting him from anything else.

Of course, it wasn't the only thing that has been distracting him recently.

Yoongi wasn't the most popular kid at school, you could say he fit in with the masses, trying not to stick out too much. For him, the school wasn't the place for friendships, yet he made one exception and that was Jung Hoseok. When Yoongi first came to school, Hoseok was the first person he talked to and the first real friend he made. Hoseok always treated him nicely, their friendship improving over the years as they both grew closer to each other, both letting their walls down. The thing with Hoseok was, that even though he was quite a popular guy in their school, he never pretended to be anything more than an average student, treating everyone as his equals. To this day Yoongi still gets surprised by the fact that the boy is his friend. All of these things were great and Yoongi certainly was very grateful for a person like him in his life, but that wasn't the reason why he was so distracted. He knew that he will eventually start liking someone, or feel incredibly drawn to a person, but why did it have to Hoseok? That's right. For the past few weeks, Yoongi found himself feeling weird when he is around the boy. He would constantly get nervous and wary, every compliment coming from Hoseok making him blush. He kept catching himself staring at his lips whenever he was talking, their weekly sleepovers now tragically painful for Yoongi, unholy thoughts bracing his brain while all they were doing was sleeping in the same bed, as friends do. Unfortunately, Yoongi couldn't find the way to solve this problem, so he took the easy way deciding to avoid the boy as much as possible. Sadly his decision brought him even more misfortune as Hoseok soon caught on and requested they spend the whole weekend binge-watching movies at his house. It was currently Friday and Yoongi tried to mentally prepare for a constant aching of his heart. A loud bell could be heard in the classroom, making everyone rush out of the class to which Yoongi just sat in his place waiting for everyone to get out of the class so he could exit calmly.

Dragging his feet forward Yoongi made his way towards the bus stop, the only wish that he had was to plop down on his bed and let it swallow him whole. He was almost at the bus stop when he felt someone ruffling his hair. As he was about to kill the person with his death glare his eyes caught a glimpse of who was Hoseok, giving him his usual carefree smile, making Yoongis expression change immediately, his lips forming into a content smile.

"Heading home?" Hoseok asked, his breathing still fast from catching up to the boy.

"Yeah, maybe I should really stay in to-" Hoseok didn't let Yoongi finish, his finger now resting on Yoongis lips. "You're not running away from me sweets, not today" Hoseok replied, earning an angry scoff from Yoongi to which he replied with a cheeky grin. Teasing Yoongi was definitely one of his favorite activities.

For Hoseok it wasn't necessary for the boy to sleep over at his throughout the weekend, he just wanted to know what was wrong and knowing Yoongi, he realized he will need more than a day to finally crack. Hoseok cherished their friendship greatly, that's why such behavior truly scared him. He didn't know what or who provoked such behavior from his side, but he was set to find it out.

The two of them got into the bus, Yoongi sitting down next to the window making Hoseok sit down next to him, which to Yoongis surprise was really close, making their thighs rub against each other. See a normal person, wouldn't think much of it, such type of skinship being normal between friends, yet it was the only thing in Yoongis mind for the whole ride. Yoongi was aching to touch him, to feel his soft skin against his fingertips, to brush his hand through his hair and so much more. Hell, he didn't dare to think of getting touch by him, he knew he would go completely insane if he did.

A squeaky nagging sound of Yoongis ringtone woke him up from his slumber, making him wince. Right after the boy went home he decided to take a nap, in hopes that it would maybe lead to him oversleeping his plans with Hoseok, however, the red-haired boy was as stubborn as always.

"Hello?" Yoongi replied in his husky voice, his eyes still closed, trying to savor the last moments of sleep.

"If you're not by my house in ten minutes I'm seriously going on a killing spree to your house" Hoseok replied in an exaggerated tone.

"Geez Hoseok, have some decency, I was sleeping" Yoongi replied, not phased by the boy's outburst.

"Good. Now you'll be able to stay up for the rest of the two nights we're gonna spend! Can't wait for you to come, I already ate two bowls of popcorn by myself and it's definitely leading to obesity, hurry!" Hoseok exclaimed and hung up, leaving the boy sprawled out in his sheets.

He is in for a long night.

It was a bit over four hours that Yoongi has showed up at Hoseoks house with a huge pizza and a few rental movies. The two of them have so far watched two movies, both of them becoming a bit lazy from laying on the sofa for so long.

"Ahh, I really didn't think that getting bored of watching movies was an option" Hoseok sighed, adjusting the pillow under his head. Yoongi hummed in agreement, trying to come up with better alternatives.

"Well we could always watch something else, that isn't a movie, you know", Yoongi added, looking up at Hoseoks eyes for confirmation, to which Hoseok raised his eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with newly developed curiosity.

"Like what?"

"Well you know... we could watch something on Youtube or maybe a live stream? There are also some good podcasts with visuals and-"

"Let's watch porn," Hoseok said, in the middle of Yoongis sentence, making the smaller boy freeze in his spot, his cheeks darkening a few shades as he still tried to swallow the fact that Hoseok literally suggested them to watch other people having sex. Together.

"U-uhm... porn?" Yoongi asked, not trusting his voice.

"Yeah! When I think about it, it's so weird that we never watched porn together, everyone watches it with their friends when they're young. Come on Yoongi-ah do you really want me to believe you've never watched it?" Hoseok asked, his voice full of disbelief.

To be honest, Yoongi has never really watched porn before. Not because he was against it, it just never crossed his mind. That's why the situation was even scarier. Yoongi didn't know how he will react to it, let alone watching it with Hoseok.

"Oh my god, you seriously haven't?" Hoseok chuckled, disbelief coating his features. To find a person like that was more than rare. "That's even better, I can show you the good stuff first. What are you into? " He smiled, already connecting his phone to the TV and opening his browser, typing in the websites Yoongi never heard about.

"I don't... I'm not sure" Yoongi replied, his shyness getting the best of him.

"Okay then, I will just show you whatever that I personally watch. I do indeed have a few favorites", Hoseok replied already clicking on the video. The screen suddenly went dark, two incredibly attractive men showed up on the screen. It started out slow, two of the males kissing passionately, their hands wondering through each other bodies. Yoongi felt the way his breath became uneven, his jeans becoming just a bit uncomfortably tight. He glanced at Hoseok, who seemed as normal as ever as if he was watching regular TV. The same actions in the video continued for a few more minutes until one of the guys dropped to his knees, taking the other guys hardened member in his hands, spreading the precum all over the length. The action made Yoongi bite his lip, his eyes running between the two guys on the screen, not sure which one was more satisfying to watch. He wanted to touch himself so bad, so fucking bad, but he couldn't, he was still aware of Hoseok who was sitting right next to him.

"Have you ever done something like that?" Hoseok asked, his voice now lower and almost inaudible, yet loud enough for Yoongi to able to hear it.

"N-no, but I really want to" As soon as these words left his mouth Yoongi wanted to punch himself in the face for letting such words leave his mouth. He was thankful for the lighting of the room that was now dim, it was easier to hide his flushed cheeks. He couldn't even look at the boy. The room went silent again only to be filled with filthy grunts and moans coming from the TV. Yoongis eyes suddenly snapped to the side as he heard Hoseok letting out a sound he has never heard from him before. It was the purest and lightest moan he has ever heard, He noticed that the boy was palming himself through his sweatpants, his member already looking rock hard under his touch.

"W-what are you d-doing" Yoongi spoke out, not able to stop looking at the sight in front of him.

"I'm sorry Yoongi, it just feels too good to stop" Hoseok let out, his gaze looking at Yoongi through hazy eyes, his head slightly tilted back, the muscles of his body now tense. Yoongi stared at boys crotch area, his fingers grabbing the material of the cushion, itching to get closer to it. Hoseok's body always looked great, but he never saw it this way. His legs were lazily spread on the couch, the material of his sweatpants tightly wrapped around his thighs that looked so tense, so firm. His upper body was lifting up and down from the heavy breathing, his baggy white shirt revealing the side of his neck, small beams of sweat already appearing on his skin. He looked so ethereal, so needy of someone's touch. To Yoongi he was irresistible.

"Can I help you?" Yoongi asked, surprising himself with his own words. Hoseok looked at the smaller boy again, his eyes even though content with the boys request still holding a shocked expression.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want" Hoseok reassured, hoping that the boy didn't just say that because he was feeling uncomfortable.

"I-I said I wanted to try it," Yoongi said, slightly lifting his body up from the couch and just a few steps away dropping to the ground in front of Hoseoks lap.

"Then I'd love that sweets" Hoseok purred, lightly lifting up his body to slide off his sweats down his legs along with his underwear, his erection slapping to his stomach. Yoongi's eyes hungrily wondered over Hoseok's bare lower half. He knew that this wasn't going to help him get over his feelings rather making it harder for him (all puns intended) to resist him, he was walking into a burning fire and he was fine with it. He wasn't going to let this chance slip away. He looked at Hoseoks throbbing dick and licked his lips, his eyes traveling up only to meet a pair of eyes looking back at him intensively. That was the moment when he understood that he had no idea how to give a blowjob. He didn't want to make a complete fool out of himself and this was the only option.

"C-could you teach me how to..." Yoongi trailed off, his eyes never leaving Hoseok's. Hoseoks glance that was full of desire changed to a soft one, the adorable boy in front of him getting the best of him.

"Take it in your hand and stroke it" Hoseok replied with a command, his voice full of control. Yoongi obeyed, leading his hand forward, his small hand taking hold of Hoseok's member. His thumb went over the tip, drawing small circles over the tip, just like he saw in the video. His hand started going down along his shaft, and then going back up, earning a hiss from Hoseok. Yoongi continued the action, enjoying the deep breaths coming from the red-haired boy.

"G-grip it tighter" He breathed out, feeling an insane amount of pleasure just by this small gesture, Yoongi's fingers wrapping perfectly around his length. Yoongi complied, adding more pressure to his grip. He started quickening his pace, causing the boy to moan out loud, his moans so pure yet so sinful, setting every nerve in Yoongis body on fire. Hoseok's hand suddenly touched Yoongi's in order to stop him. Yoongi looked confused, afraid he might've done something wrong.

"Did I do-"

"No, you did nothing wrong love" He stopped Yoongi, his hand that was resting on his thigh now traveling to rub Yoongi's cheek, quickly pulling his face closer to his in for a short sweet kiss. "I just want to cum with your mouth around my dick", he said, his breath hitting Yoongis skin.

Yoongis view became hazy, the feeling he imagined for so long now happening in real life throwing him off guard. He got closer to Hoseoks heat, his breath now fanning on the sensitive skin of Hoseoks length. Yoongi stick out his tongue, licking a line along Hoseoks dick, making the other boy wince. As his tongue went up his dick, giving it cute kitten licks he suddenly felt a pair of hands tangling in his hair and with one powerful move Hoseok sunk his dick in Yoongis throat, making the other boy gag. It was harsh and out of nowhere, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. He wanted to be good for Hoseok. He wanted to show him just how good he can be for him.

"This is what you get for being a little tease", Hoseok grunted, his hands finally pulling his mouth away from his dick. "You liked it didn't you? Look at me, god you look so hot like that" Hoseok moaned out, taking in the view in front of him. "Now take it slow, hallow your cheeks and don't forget - no teeth" Hoseok guided the boy. And Yoongi did as he was told, starting off slow, his mouth going up and down the length of Hoseok's throbbing dick, enjoying every second of it. Yet Hoseok enjoyed it even more. He looked down at the sight of his dick disappearing into Yoongis tight mouth, reaching the end of his throat, small moans vibrating against his dick as he did so.

"God your mouth is so tight around my dick, fuck", Yoongi was the hottest sight he has ever seen so far and swore he could burst any minute, but he didn't want to. He wanted this to last as long as possible, not sure if this will ever happen again.

Yoongis pace quickened once more, except that this time Hoseok didn't stop him. Yoongi was enjoying the feeling of Hoseok inside in his mouth, his hands pulling on his hair, he enjoyed the feeling of Hoseok's thighs that he was holding onto. He enjoyed this moment of complete bliss, where nothing mattered. The clock stopped ticking and there was just the two of them to enjoy this moment. Yoongi kept fastening his movements, taking all of him in his mouth over and over again, feeling Hoseoks dick twitch in his mouth. Hoseok has never felt so good touched by someone else, he was so close, his hand still harshly gripping Yoongis hair.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum" Hoseok moaned out, his eyes trying their hardest to stay open and not miss a single second of the view. A few more bops of Yoongis head and he was already cumming, sending a huge load of cum down Yoongis throat. Yoongi swallowed it all and continued to kitten lick the sensitive area, letting the red-haired boy ride out his high. After a few seconds, Hoseok lifted himself up from the couch, putting his sweats back on his legs with his underwear. Just as Yoongi was about to stand up he was lifted up by Hoseok and situated on his lap. Hoseoks lips searched for Yoongis ones as fast as he could, connecting them together for a lazy, sensual kiss, both of them a bit tired of what they just did. Hoseoks arms went around Yoongis waist, securing him even more comfortable in his lap, pressing his body closer to his, making the smaller boy feel safe in his arms. Yoongis hands caressed Hoseoks neck, playing with his hair throughout the kiss, making the boy hum in appreciation. The room that was now a bit messy, soda cans and snacks spread out all over the table and floor, multiple blankets and pillows laying around them, the dim light coming from the TV, a faint smell of their sweaty bodies felt like the most magical place both of them could be in. Neither of them knew what this meant and they didn't need to. They had the whole weekend to figure it out.

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rainystripe · 7 years ago

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{one-shot (?)} ROLL DEEP

pairing: Jughead Jones/Betty Cooper fandom: Riverdale 6773 words Summary/excerpt: “Merry Christmas, jo—y” he mutters to himself after securing a large bite of brownie in his mouth. It’s dark in his room during Christmas, but the darkness fades away as his phone lights up with 5 back to back messages from Betty. It doesn’t take much guessing to wonder what she’s sent.

A greeting of course, and a million colorful emoji.

Jug!

Merry Christmas

or,

Jughead Jones + Netflix and Chill= Betty Cooper?

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Okay, idk where to start LOL. This is inspired by my own dumb text posts and @sweaters-and-crowns inspired me to write this out. I wrote this shit in an entire sitting until my phone was about to die. ANYWAY, a huge, HUGE thank you to @theatreofexpression, @electromagnetic-waves and @rezfaultsmoke for helping me out with this! Honestly, cannot express my gratitude enough <3

I have the option for a possible follow up chapter just in case I go along with it. But lemme know if one of you is interested in collaborating with the second one?!

lastly, Happy Holidays to everyone reading this.

Being alone wasn’t all that bad. Jughead Jones knew that perfectly well. And it’s not that he’s entirely lonely, he has friends and family.

A very spotty family at that, but there’s always a family there for him. And as of late, his choice of family isn’t one by blood in fact, his best friend and his dad are always there for him. Archie and Fred Andrews are always on call for whenever he needs anything. It’s not that Jughead is some type of beggar, because he isn’t, but when he finds that he needs the comforting warmth of familiar faces, good greasy food, and overall good times, the Andrews men are always a good choice.

It’s December 13th in late 2015 when Archie texts Jughead the password to the Netflix account that had recently Fred opened up. The red haired teen has done nothing but gush about how ‘epic’ and ‘fucking awesome’ the application was and at first Jughead doesn’t understand the hype. He’s heard of it, yeah— who hasn’t? The ads are everywhere and so are the stupid memes. Jughead also didn’t understand why he would need an online theater since there was a perfectly working on through the Bijou and the Twilight. The later of while held glorious tin encased reels from years past. Nothing could compare to the original format of film, but alas, Jughead was born in a different era: the Digital Age.

“Netflix and Chill”

Just hearing Archie talk about the popular term makes the blue eyed teen grimace as he stuffs a chip into his mouth. Archie has been on a quest to ‘get some girls’ and as far as Jughead knew, no one was biting. He does however, know what the entirety of the football team have been ‘getting some fine ass pussy’ (according to Chuck Clayton) as of late, and the not-subtle locker confessions are always accompanied by the Netflix and Chill combo. He doesn’t quite get what the fuss is all about nor does he care. But one thing is for sure, and that is that Jughead Jones doesn’t want to “chill” with a girl while he could be watching a movie on his own.

Unless that girl was blonde, green eyed and super into movies as he was. Elizabeth Cooper was the only girl that he'd hang out with and that was law. No one else could sit with him through a movie, not even his kid sister Jellybean, as she’d talk through the entire selection of his choice and whine about his top choice films for being ‘boring’. Archie was something else, maybe he’d reconsider the ginger if he’d stop falling asleep during Inglourious Basterds. So, Betty was the perfect candidate for watching a movie or t.v series with.

There’s a strange occurrence one day when they all sit for lunch one day, the blonde plops down and immediately dips her head down to ask them something. They’re outside in the blistering cold and Archie is seated next to her while Jughead sits across from the pair. It’s a normal lunch break until Betty asks what the meaning to ‘chilling with Netflix...or whatever’ meant.

The redhead next to her strings loudly at the wooden guitar while Jughead swears the apple juice he’s just been drinking might’ve gone up his nose. Their reactions only cause Betty’s authoritative gaze to inquire for more information and in typical Cooper fashion, the look demands answers.

“Uh, w-why do you ask, Betts?” Jughead doesn’t mean to stutter, but he does and he doesn’t know why.

Betty blinks and a blonde brow shoots up “Because... Reggie just asked me if I wanted to ‘chill and netflix’ with him.” Her fingers raise to quote her own words, confusion evident on her face. “And then his goonies started to laugh!” She huffs and purses her lips.

Both Archie and Jughead share a knowing look, one of pity from Jughead and the other of awkwardness from his best friend. While Betty picks and tears at the plastic wrapped around her straw, she mumbles in annoyance, distaste as clear as day on her face.

“Ugh. What does that mean?” she mumbles.

Archie’s chocolate eyes urge Jughead’s own icy ones and vice versa. There’s a tiny tug and pull to see who will let Betty in on the dumb trend, and Jughead finally sighs. It always felt weird to talk about anything dirty or suggestive to wholesome Betty Cooper.

“Err— well, Betty…” when he finally starts, her ears perk up and all of her attention is on the beanie clad boy. The curious look and doe eyes make him gulp.

Why did he suddenly feel bad?

“Reggie is being a dumbo as per usual, so don’t listen to anything that leaves his Colgate mouth. But, if you must know…”

The explaining happens and by the end, Betty is fuming in disgust. Archie plants a comforting hand on her back and Jughead offers up the apple on his tray that he never eats as a condolence, one which Betty gratefully pockets for her walk back home after school.

That night, when he’s lounging in tiny space of his living room, his phone rings. Homework has been finished and his backpack was ready for the next class day. Jughead was fresh out the shower and attempting to write on his laptop when the password is texted to him. He stares at his phone for a good minute and ponders if his slow internet would even entice him to download the app on the older computer. It’s not until another text comes through a few minutes later that Archie reminds him of the web browser alternative that he finally gives in and signs into the page.

Writing was sort of boring and the trailer was actually warm for once thanks to the ancient heater that rumbled to life after kicking it in frustration that cold morning. Jughead turns off the light next to him by the couch, allowing darkness to engulf the tiny trailer. The website is simple enough and he realizes that one account already has been set to be his. He snorts and smiles and proceeds to click on the lazy looking image. He doesn’t know where to start; there is an overwhelming amount of content that’s plastered on the main page.

Mean Girls, The Walking Dead, Pocahontas even. Everything is new and flashy and none of it catches his attention and after scrolling for what felt like forever, a recommendation that he recognizes greets him: Rebel Without A Cause.

“Huh, not bad Netflix, not bad at all.” He mutters.

Jughead watches the entirety of the movie and then he’s watches another, and another. He watches a total of four classic films before his eyes close on him. The laptop eventually goes to sleep and Jughead has a strange dream where he’s the main character in a noir inspired film and Betty is a spy that’s out to get him.

—

Surprisingly enough, Netflix becomes a normal part of Jughead’s daily routine. He often finds himself watching The Twilight Zone while getting ready for school. Other times, he’s sitting on the small two person table in the corner of the kitchen while blowing on the instant ramen that he's made for dinner as Nightmare on Elm Street blares through the speakers of his laptop.

He won’t admit it to anyone because he’s not one to admit to anything, but Jughead finds himself literally chilling while watching Netflix. So maybe the concept of an online Blockbuster isn’t all that bad.

The days go on, and when Christmas break finally arrives, a selection of Christmas themed movies filter through his recommended list. Most of the films that have been selected don’t interest him—sans the original Home Alone (and that one only) so Jughead settles on binging the X-Files and going against the holiday mood that the year has bestowed on the entire planet.

“Santa, kiss my ass. Hello, aliens.”

On Christmas Eve, the trio of friends spend a few hours of the afternoon at Pop’s. Betty and Archie bring gifts and spoil Jughead. While he doesn’t have any gifts to give due to his nonexistent cash flow, he does manage to scavenge enough money from under the couch and the inside of his father's truck to pay for two milkshakes.

“Aww, you didn’t have to, Juggie!” críes Betty, but the look in her eyes say otherwise. If there was a way to describe the word ‘mouthwatering’ it would be the way her jade eyes gloss over with glee at the sight of her favorite treat being placed in front of her. Beside’s, milkshakes usually mark the end of their usual meal, so it was tradition anyway.

“It’s fine, Betty. Trust me. Just enjoy it, please.” The burning embarrassment that’s filling his belly makes him squirm at his version of a gift, but alas, his friends don’t seem to care about the quality or price tag.

“Okay.” Betty pouts back, but she cracks not a second after when her finger dips to scoop up the whipped cream topping the strawberry milkshake. The shy smile on her face makes him smile in return and before he can even register what he’s doing, the maraschino cherry from Betty’s treat is being plucked away from its creamy resting place.

“Jug!” she gasps in mild horror.

A sheepish grin breaks out on Jughead after popping the cherry into his mouth.

In the end, Archie offers his which Betty gratefully accepts and chews on while glaring at the dark haired boy sitting across from her.

Betty’s gift is a new cotton sweater in a cool grey, there’s no hoodie or zipper to it, and while it’s not his usual style, it’s very comfortable and warms him up faster than the broken heater. She’s also gifts him with the annual batch of brownies prepared by her mother, ones which he looked forward to every year. The sinful double chocolate chip fudge brownies were the epitome of heaven on earth that Alice Cooper somehow made every year. It was a treat that contradicts her usual strict style of dieting and control of food for her family, but he had no complains about the brownies, and he never will— unless she changes up the recipe to be skinny. His other gift is a 40 dollar gift card to Pops which Archie swears was the best gift ever since he will be able to reload it whenever he wanted to. A suggestion which Archie throws at him that includes the pink card being reloaded by him for his birthday and the following Christmas.

He’s grateful, he really is. Money is a problem, Jughead grew up with minimal money in his life. Being poor and broke and living off used things was the norm for him. He was still too young to find a job and while his father does provide here and there (albeit rarely being home) Jughead manages.

He always manages.

The internet that runs throughout Sunnyside is a shared connection routing through one main trailer where a guy manages to get illegal access to. It’s not the fastest or the best as every trailer uses the line, but it works fine for him when he’s nestles in bed at night. Being a night owl had its perks, no one was awake when he was, which meant that the internet was free of all the traffic that usually slows it down during the day.

Midnight arrives like any other night. There’s a distant crack in the air, fireworks most likely.

“Merry Christmas, jo—y” he mutters to himself after securing a large bite of brownie in his mouth. It’s dark in his room during Christmas, but the darkness fades away as his phone lights up with 5 back to back messages from Betty. It doesn’t take much guessing to wonder what she’s sent.

A greeting of course, and a million colorful emoji.

Jug!

Merry

Christmas

followed by a plethora of green Christmas trees and pink hearts (oddly enough) a few reindeer, presents, bows and confetti. All which she flawlessly executes with the dramatic background effect on the messaging app which lights up with animated fireworks.

“Geez, Betty. An enigma you are.” He reckons out loud before replying with his own simple greeting.

Merry Christmas, Betty. followed by a plain thumbs up.

—

Exactly two years later, 2016 Jughead Jones would have actually laughed in the face of his present self when told that he was in a romantic relationship. A romantic relationship with a girl, not a stranger, but Elizabeth Cooper.

Jughead was sure that love wasn’t for him. Love and affection had screwed him over since the day he was conceived. His father, FP Jones was a recovering alcoholic now, but he he used to be a poor father. A gang leader, drug dealer with major issues. Gladys Jones— his mother, who knows where the hell she’d fucked off to. She claims to be in Toledo with his grandparents and younger sister Jellybean, but who knows really.

Life had gotten complex during the summer of 2017. A local golden boy had been murdered and the mystery of who did it had somehow brought Betty and himself closer together, so close in fact that Jughead realized that his feelings for her were much farther from friendly.

They had their ups and downs as any couple does. At some point he was sure that they just couldn’t work out. It was as if the universe and his cursed destiny tried to pry him from anything good in his life, but he should have known Betty.

Boy, should he have, especially when dealing with Betty and her world famous stubbornness.

Her fight and reassurance kicks him in the face, planting firmly the idea that he controls his own path and destiny. So, ever since their last breakup back during Halloween, things have been well for the young couple. So well in fact that he was sure he was permanently high.

High off Betty Cooper.

A delicious high, one which he couldn’t get enough of. Her scent, her skin, eyes nose and lips, every bit of Betty was a craving that he woke up to every morning. Jughead was still somewhat shy and awkward around her, that was who he was in personality. He wasn’t some stud who walked around oozing sex appeal and constantly grabbing his girlfriends ass while out in public. Far from it.

Behind closed doors and in the comfort of certain places, both teens found solace in each other’s arms. A comfort and warm that could brave anything the outside world brought to them. No attempt at joining his father's ex-gang could break them. Alice Cooper’s demands to leave FP’s son in Southside went on deaf ears.

Jughead muttered words of love to Betty.

“I love you...I love you.”

She’d watched in surprise at his confession, one which filled her with so much joy that she found the words to mutter them back with tears looking at her jade eyes as she inched closer with a heart crushing smile on her face.

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

Betty was a part of him then and an even more important one now.

The warm scent of coconut wafts up his nostrils. It’s Christmas again, and this year Betty is spending it with him in the dinky trailer. It’s cold inside and neither teen have bothered to separate from each other to run out and grab the portable heater that Betty had brought along.

Betty’s lips are on his, working through a wet frenzy that makes his stomach clench in need. Their kiss is sloppy to say the least. Long have the brownies been forgotten. The fresh sweets where the reason as to why she was with him in the first place, having begged Alice to let her take the car to drop them off. Even though it was midnight now, Betty had perfectly mapped out when to ask and leave the house.

“Mm—Betty, your mom—“ Jughead muttered between kisses.

“—is asleep” she replied around a mouthful full of tongue. Feverish kisses filled the air of the cramped trailer, their mouths digging deeper into one another. Betty whimpered at the feel of Jughead’s tongue curling against her own, her hands coming down to keep her steady against the edges of the couch.

“You sure?”

“Positive, now shut up and kiss me.” She smiled into his lips. The blue eyed boy eyes crinkled in response, a mischievous smile creeping tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“If you say so.” He finished before attacking her moist lips once more. Teeth came in contact and wet sounds filled the air. The short gasps of air warmed up their faces as they continued to kiss until Betty was resting her back against the worn out cushions of the couch.

This Christmas was already starting off with a literal bang and Jughead had never been so excited for any holiday in his life.

Nimble fingers slip into midnight curls, tugging Jughead closer into her mouth. The same fingers feel good against his scalp which send a delicious sensation down his spine and across his entire body. He’s positioned himself above the blonde, making sure not to crush her by hoisting his body up by one knee in between her legs while the other hangs off the couch. Betty’s legs however, are a different story. The couch was far too small and they were both too tall. One of Betty’s legs is propped up against the headrest of the couch while the other struggles to stay curled around his hanging leg. Gravity doesn’t help and her leg is constantly dragging down before she hoists it back up into place.

Betty notes the taste on his lips and tongue, it’s sweet from the brownies and strong from the coffee he’d downed earlier. The taste is delicious and she can’t get enough and makes sure to let it be known when she curls her tongue against his own, sucking on it lightly. The action causes the deep rumble of his moan to rip through the deepest reaches of his body. It strikes her as super sexy and she moans back.

Jughead latches onto her bottom lip, knipping it softly before plucking it. Her cherry lips are engorged and plump, screaming in a lovely tint that only beckons him to return. Her chest is heaving and his hand reaches out to lift the peach colored top from her body. The tiniest brush against her skin burns him and suddenly the room is no longer freezing, but scalding hot.

Sucking in a ragged breath, Betty manages to lift the top half of her body and arms to remove her sweater, leaving her in a flower patterned lace bra. The laptop screen is still bright in front of them. Home Alone is playing in the background and the hotel scene manages to accentuate the lighting around Betty.

Jughead swallows at the mere sight of Betty’s glowing honey eyes under the effect of the screen. A sheen of gloss on her lips blinds him and he wants nothing more than to kiss her again.

He’s about to lean down when she stops with him with a warm hand on his chest.

Her usually alert eyes are blown wide and lust envelops the usually sweet girl. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth and Jughead feels his mouth go dry.

Betty is stunning.

The swell of her breasts calls to him and he can’t get close. The periwinkle tinted bra is tight against her skin and he wonders if he can free her from it soon. Betty, however has other plans. She shoots him a shy look and avoids eye contact and she wiggles out of her skirt.

“Betty?” He whispers. Why? He doesn’t know. It’s not like there’s someone else in the trailer.

When the fabric reaches her knees, Jughead takes it as a signal to move back and give her space to watch her as she lifts her long legs in the air to dispose of the wine colored skirt.

It’s a sight, and wonderful one at that. Long creamy legs, supple thighs and matching set of underwear greet him and blue eyes watch intently as Betty bends both knees in front of her stomach. Her pink sneakers dangle in front if him as her arms reach for her knees, hugging them close to her chest. A teasing smile causes his boxers to feel tighter. Blood pumps down south and Jughead groans. The only time that he chooses to wear boxers briefs too. The strain is stifling and he feels the urge to get naked then and there.

“Betts…” He sighs in desperation. He doesn’t know why she’s huddled up or why she’s smiling at him him like that, but damn does she looks good enough to eat.

“Jug…” she copies. Her hands move from cupping her knees to roaming down her legs all while keeping her knees close. It’s a movement that baby blue eyes never stray away from.

Jughead’s eyes widen slightly, urging her on. “Yeah?”

Suddenly she’s nervous, very nervous. There’s something that she’s been wanting for a few days now, a repeat of what they first tried a week prior. An experiment that involved Jughead’s mouth. It’s hunted her, the thought and memories combined with feelings causing arousal to pool in between her legs.

She can’t help wanting to stop their act to get a dose of his mouth on her nether region, but the need is incredibly strong and her panties only become wetter by the second.

“I want you...here.” Her legs part slightly, allowing enough space for her arm to budge through her thigh to cover her sex through her underwear. Betty gulps in anticipation, wondering if Jughead will say no and if she’s ruined the moment with her request.

Their sexual history was tame, wild missionary sex with the occasional ass in the air for Betty as Jughead pounds at her from behind. Sex was new, and they’d only been experimenting for a few weeks, so introducing something new was always nerve wracking. Betty remembers how shy he’d been when she had stuffed her hand into his jeans two nights after their loss of virginity. A day after that Jughead rubbed her into an orgasm over her panties while waiting for school to start. Even then, they’d both fumbled during the entire process. A series of apologies littered the entire thing consummation.

They were wet behind the ears, yes, but that didn’t stop two hormonal teenagers from lusting after each other. Two weeks prior, Jughead managed to gather his thoughts and went down on Betty for the first time, earning him a wet nose and chin with a thigh crushing orgasm against his head from Betty all while doing it on her childhood bed. It must have been good enough to want her to ask for seconds, because his heart has leapt at her sudden request.

“Oh.” He said lightly.

Noticing his response not being as enthusiastic as she’d imagined it be, Betty’s legs slowly drop back down, embarrassment engulfing her. Again, her heart quickens and a dull ring is the only thing that she can properly register. Quickly, she moves to sit up, green eyes avoiding his. The shame in her face is obvious and Betty feels stupid for ruining the moment.

Why couldn’t she have just let nature take its course without having to interrupt it for her own selfish needs?

“You know, never mind.” A nervous laugh escapes her and Betty is moving to sit up but Jughead stops her. The boy moves in closer to her, and her legs are nudged apart. Her heart slams against her chest and Betty is blinking up at Jughead in surprise.

“It’s okay, Betty. I’ll do it...you don’t have to ask.” He adds shyly. His eyes wander to hers, locking together that it becomes hard to look away.

It was surprising that she’s asked him to repeat the act. The first time was sloppy and not how he’d imagine it to be, but he had managed to make her come and since it was never brought up again until now, Jughead had guessed she didn’t like it.

But now, his member was growing stiffer against his boxers the longer that he thought about tasting Betty again.

“Oh, I just…” her green eyes also wander off with an equally awkward look on her face, but her focus moves to his pajama pants where a bulge was beginning to form. The red in her cheeks is adorable and Jughead suddenly leans down to kiss her, catching her off guard. Betty gasps into the kiss, opening her mouth wider for Jughead’s tongue to invade every inch. The kiss gets heated, and Jughead body pushes down against her own, making Betty lay down once again.

As they kiss, Jughead inhales deeply, enjoying the mewls that escaped Betty when taking her leg to prop back up against the headrest. His hand trails down from her knee, down the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

The continue to kiss with Betty breaking contact to shuffle closer down towards his knee, spreading her legs even wider in the process by hooking an arm under her other leg. Kisses are placed against his jaw and down the exposed skin of his neck. It’s only when her nose nuzzles his sweater does he realize that he’s still fully clothed.

Jughead shrugs off the material in a hurry, his hair becoming a mess of curls jutting in every direction, a look which makes Betty bite at the corner of her bottom lip.

He looks delicious.

Shirtless, with wild hair and a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pajama pants. Jughead makes Betty’s clit throb in need, so much so that her hand leaves her leg to cup her center instead. The fabric is moist to the touch and Betty gasps at how sensitive she feels at the simplest of pressure.

“Juggie…”

Jughead’s stormy eyes shine black under the light of the laptop screen, the shadows cast complex shadows on Jughead’s body which cause Betty to lick at her lips when trailing her eyes down his exposed chest and hips. The black band of his boxers pokes through the blue hues of the plaid pattern of his bottoms. The dip in his hips is sharp and balances out the smooth taut skin of his abdomen while his arms fill out with a strong bulk of muscle that works for his body type: not too much but enough to make her mouth water.

“Lay back Betty.”

And she does, head coming in contact with the wood skeleton of the ancient armrest. The butterflies in her stomach suddenly burst into a flurry of excitement that make her suck in a breath of anticipation. Both of her hands come to lay on her stomach, her chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.

“I’m gonna go down on you, okay?” It's not until Jughead moves slightly that Betty ss able to see how deep his eyes have darkened, the pupils of his eyes gone pitch black with a single ring of blue circling the iris. The look alone cause her walls to pulse on their own and Betty nods.

“Okay.”

The movie is long forgotten and the brownies are as cold by then. Jughead finds a spot on his stomach to lay on, its cramped on the couch. It’s one of the time where he wishes he could move them to the bed, but all that walking would ruin some of the mood.

When he’s nestled in front Betty’s spread legs, her arousal become more evident. There’s a dark patch on her panties and the fabric sticks to her folds like a second skin.

“Jug…”

He glances up at Betty, who’d eventually moved up a bit to give him space. Her blonde head now rests on the armrest, one leg still up on the head rest while the other is dangled off his couch. Betty’s green eyes were dark and glazed over in need, both her hands fisted at her hips.

“Sorry, babe.” Her arousal was strong, enticing and doing things to him. Jughead’s hand move to hover above her panty before hooking a finger right over the soaked spot to push the material to the side, exposing Betty to the cool air. She shudders at the exposure and shifts slightly. It’s still somewhat embarrassing to be so exposed, but Jughead boosts a confidence in her that she was sure she didn’t have before and she loves it.

Gulping at the sight, Jughead inches closer to Betty, the elegant slit, moist and beckoning for attention.

“You know, somehow this is better than those brownies.” He muses, smirking.

Betty’s cheeks flame up at the comment and her legs move to close before he’s reaching up to push them apart.

She’s embarrassed and rightfully so, they both have yet to stare openly at each other so intimately.

“Please” She whispers. “I want this.” Betty whines and bucks her hips, rolling them in want. The blonde patch of hair above her pink folds is always a sight to behold. It’s cute and suits her and while he didn’t understand her need to trim, Jughead decides that it is very Betty like to have and quite frankly, he doesn’t care how she looks like down there.

His fingers brush over the tougher hair, tugging at it slightly before running them down her moist lips. And in one swoop, his face is burying down on to her warm core.

Nose deep, Jughead sucks in the air around him, slowing down to breath while indulging in Betty. A shudder rips through her body and she shakes beneath him with a moan so loud that it alarms even herself. Immediately, her hands reach to grab onto anything. And Betty finds her nails digging into the back of the armrest and the cushion beneath her. Her body arches, hips rolling into her boyfriends mouth while her body twists in pleasure. The shaking never stops and Betty knows she isn’t cold.

“Ah—“ she cries out. Jughead closes his eyes, his tongue rolling up and down Betty’s folds, making sure to stop on her clit to rub circles on the bundle of nerves. She’s shaking and he smirks into her skin.

Her body hasn’t been stimulated like that, with a ravenous mouth. As it stands, the young couple are novices who only have missionary (for the most part.) sex. So, having Jughead delicately grind his soft tongue against her aching clit sends her over the moon and Betty finds that her body won’t stop shaking from excitement.

The taste is something he can’t describe. It’s unlike anything he’s tasted before, but he likes it. It’s Betty and he’s causing her to release her juices. A boost of confidence washes over him and his mouth continues to work harder. Jughead’s dark head swivels against Betty, and she blushes when she catches a glimpse of his work.

Up, down, side to side, his tongue laps through pink folds. He even comes in contact with her entrance, teasing it with a few light probes which cause her to gasp and scramble to sit up on her elbows. He’s doing something right and he continues to pleasure Betty even more.

“Ooh, like that, Juggie...oh.” Betty moans, watching Jughead’s dark head go to work on her. The view is intoxicating and it’s hard to register that the act is happening to her. The sight is in fact her underwear, her patch of blonde, all which bluntly remind her that Jughead Jones is buried nose deep in her pussy.

She tosses her head back in ecstasy the moment the sucking on her engorged clit becomes too much. The pleasure is tingling and her body is on fire. Betty’s blonde tresses have long been let loose and she runs her fingers through her hair, gripping at the scalp to control the moans that she’s too embarrassed to release and Jughead takes notice.

The sucking become quicker, matching his beating heart, a rapid motion that causes Betty to gasp loudly. Her green eyes snap down to stare at him in awe, pink lips parted. Tiny moans and ‘yes, yes’ invade his body urging him on.

The sucking become sloppy, and Jughead returns to licking her wildly while Betty grinds her sex against his mouth. Her cries are starting to become louder, the filter slowly disappearing.

“That’s it, no need to hold it in.” He pauses to urge her on. He wants to hear Betty, he wants to hear and see how badly she wants him. The strain in his boxers is unbearable and at some point Jughead finds his own hips grinding into the corners of the cushion to release some friction. The gyration against his hips against the cushion only urges him on and before both know it, his mouth back on Betty. Jughead’s hunger is amplified by the use of his tongue on Betty.

“Oh fuck—“ the sob that tears through the living room makes Jughead stop his actions. The sight of Betty riding through her orgasm is indescribable. Like an flower bud finally unraveling and blossoming, Betty is a literal description of the act. Betty gasps, her breath hitching as her body shakes and her hips snap in front of him three times. Tiny grunts explode from her shaking body and the sounds make Jughead shudder.

The scene is erotic and beautiful, better than any scene in any movie.

“Wow.” Breaths Jughead after she’s landed back down. The shaking has minimized but her thighs still twitch against the sides of his arms. Betty pushes up against the corner of the couch with a finger trapped in her teeth. Her blonde locks are a mess and cover her eyes but to Jughead, it as the sexiest thing he’s ever witnessed.

The tired smile that Betty manages blows the air right out of him.

“God, Betty. That was...stunning.” He breathes, leaning over to her and brushing the golden strands away from her face.

“Mm, you’re so good at that, Jug.” She croaks, her voice light as she struggled to catch her breath. Somehow, Betty finds the will to smirk seductively at him. Jughead groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Again, all Betty can manage to do is groan and tug him down for a kiss.

“I love you, Juggie. I love you so much.” Her declaration make his heart swell, as well as his cock. He’s sure that she’s sucking on his lower lip to taste herself, and it’s made more obvious when she laps at the bottom of his lip.

“Thank you.” She’s still shaking and her stomach continues to jerk against her will and Jughead notices when his hand brushes her navel.

And Betty can taste herself, she can also smell herself which makes her stomach coil in need. She has had a mind blowing orgasm, and she wanted more. But she was sure that she couldn’t go through another one so soon, but she finds Jughead’s hand and leads his fingers to her sensitive folds.

“You did that.” Betty whispers hotly against his ears.

Jughead sucks in a breath and nods, his voice lowering. “I did…”

“Mm.”

The silent foreplay continues and Jughead doesn’t move from his position right above Betty. He continues to rub lazily along her even slicker folds which cause her to gasp and buck her hips. Jughead loves the result that he’s caused. When he comes in contact with her swollen clit, Betty jerks and immediately grabs him by the wrists and shoots him a shy look.

“I don’t think I can do another one just yet.” Biting her lip, Betty blinks up at him and Jughead nods, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Jughead freezes, silently cursing for kissing her there right after where he’s mouth has been. Betty seems to notice and giggles.

“It’s okay, Jug. I’ll take a shower as soon as I get home...which I should be doing right about--“ when reaching for her phone on the coffee table, the blonde just about shoots up a foot high.

“Ohmygod.”

“Ohmygod, Jug. I gotta go! My mom's going to kill me!” Like a hurricane, Betty sprints from the couch only stopping to fix her underwear before she’s slipping the crumpled skirt back over her legs and Jughead frowns.

Really?

As confused as he is, he still manages to move out of her way. What time was it anyway? She’s been over for what? Two hours? Also, Betty had been positive that her mother would be knocked out by now.

“Betty, I’m sure your mom won’t notice—“ Betty interrupts him as soon as he starts by shoving her phone in his face. It’s 3:24 am and there are three missed calls and a text: all from ‘Momster’

“Oh shit. Betty.” Jughead’s eyes had gone wide and he moves to help her move along. He guesses that he can live with blue balls than face the wrath of Alice Cooper. After all, he can always get access to Betty when he wants to and if he asks nicely. But for now, he’s helping her by throwing the red scarf over her shoulder and wrapping it as best as he can while she retires her hair.

“She’s going to murder me. When did it become 3?” The panic is evident and he feels bad for her. If he could, he would show up to doorstep and take the verbal beating instead.

“Better yet, why is she still up?” Jughead muses. Betty stops and wonders, but shakes her head after a moment. Time was precious and Alice Cooper did not wait. Taking her bag from the single seat, she leans in and plants a kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t...help you out.”

Both teens move to look at his crotch and Jughead coughs. Turning at an angle to avoid the attention that his erection was receiving. It's not as bad as it was earlier, all the Alice talk ruining the mood in the end.

“It’s fine. No need to worry about me, Betts.”

Betty shoots him a sad smile, she really does feel bad. She wanted more but they had no time. So instead she makes a promise. Jughead blinks when Betty steps closer, her warm breath, ghosting over his ear.

“I’ll make it up to you. Think of it as part two to your present?” His body shudders with excitement at the thought. His body also freezes at the hand that squeezes at his cock through the thin material of his pajama bottoms.

“Be—“

Betty Cooper winks and waves before she’s out the door and running towards the station wagon parked in front of the trailer. Jughead stands there for a split second before rushing to the door, watching as the head beams light up the makeshift driveway and as Betty pulls out. She manages a wave through the window and he returns it. The station wagon peels out of Sunnyside Park, driving off into the distance.

Once she’s gone, Jughead takes a quick shower and drops into the bed in a heap of sexual frustration. He’d tried to help himself out under the cool water that the trailer managed to pump out, but he didn’t get far. A hand did not compare to Betty’s hands and lips. He can’t help the lingering arousal but the night had been fun and it turned out different than what he expected. It’s a Christmas completely different to the previous ones before and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he’s nestled into the warm sheets, his phone lights up.

A message from Betty.

Netflix and Chill? My house 6:40 sharp. Parents are visiting Polly.

He snorts at the term, the same term which he now remembers caused Betty to make the stinkiest face he’s ever seen. It’s not something he’d like back then, but he’s suddenly very grateful for Archie talking so much about the app that it somehow brought Betty and Jughead together for Christmas.

And besides, it’s not like they’ll be watching anything. There has to be something to distract them to set the mood. Who really watches a movie when they have a significant other anymore?

Netflix and Chill? You bet.

The phone clicks as it’s turned off and Jughead grins in the darkness, excited for the next couple of hours.

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