#and hey' psssst' come here real quick

[shuploc]

WAIT, is it true we're getting more miguel art? Don't get me wrong, I love Astarion, but my atsv fixation is coming back hard and it would just be so perfect! <33 Thanks for all the work you do!

Well, short answer is yes! It's a little silly actually, but to you guys it seems like I just randomly stopped drawing him and moved on, but I've actually been working on multiple Miguel drawings since like, October, for different zines. Those pieces will eventually get posted too, but it'll be a while, ngl.

But yes, ya'll will get a completely different Miggy thing soon, hopefully in time for Christmas! 😊 I'm SO glad you like my Astarion stuff too, thank you so much for the kind words!

[thelillykane]

i’m so full of love i could barely eat 

Logan/Veronica. What should’ve happened in 4.08. 

title taken from work song by hozier. the “come on, lover boy” is, obviously, a reference to dirty dancing. 

“Oh, shit,” Logan scrunched his face up at the alert on his phone. “that street cleaning thing is today.” 

Veronica glanced over amused. “Since when do you care about street cleaning?” 

“Since someone gave me a very long lecture on wasteful spending,” he tossed his phone onto the bed and kissed her dizzy on the lips. “I’m gonna go move your car, I’ll be right back.”

“You’re just doing this because you know I’m winning and you need a chance to regroup your argument.” 

“Sedona does not count as a real honeymoon,” Logan said flatly. 

“It’s a renowned relaxation destination!” Veronica countered. “People go there all the time.” 

Logan rolled his eyes and pushed the window open. “Sedona’s a total joke, it’s just republicans pretending to commune with nature.” 

“That’s ridiculous —“ Veronica started, but Logan interrupted her with a peck on the lips. 

“I’m going down to move the car. You can shout your argument at me through the window. You know,” he waggled his eyebrows at her. “like we’re an old married couple.”

Veronica couldn’t contain the smile that broke across her face. “You’re gonna lose!” She called out after him as Logan disappeared through the door, tossing her an affectionate smirk over his shoulder as he went. 

Logan raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and headed straight for Veronica’s car. 

“Sedona’s one of the most beautiful places in the world,” Veronica called through the window. 

He snorted. “Arizona’s not part of the world.” 

“Are you kidding me? What about the grand freaking canyon?” 

Logan laughed, loud and bright, nearing the car door and reaching out for the door handle. 

“Psssst,” Veronica whispered behind him, and he turned to look, sure she was leaning half of the window, showing him a picture of the grand canyon and smiling triumphantly because she knew she had him. 

Veronica wasn’t at the window.   

Lilly Kane was standing at the street corner, shimmering, a  wicked smile on her lips. 

“Come here, lover boy,” Lilly commanded, and then she turned and slipped around the corner. 

Logan followed.

// 

“Look at this,” Veronica ran to the window, a picture of the grand canyon pulled up on her laptop. “Look at this and tell me Arizona’s not part of the world.”   

She leaned out the window, eager to demonstrate her being right and his being wrong, but the street was empty. She frowned, placing the laptop on the floor beside her, and stretched out on her tiptoes, craning her neck out the window and scanning for any sign of Logan. 

She knew he didn’t care about a seventy dollar ticket for street cleaning! Which could only mean that he had a surprise planned for her. 

Veronica smiled. 

The world blew up.

// 

The EMTs wrapped them both firmly in shock blankets and told them in no uncertain terms that they were to remain in the ambulance, which was kind of a relief, since Veronica’s nerves were shot to absolute hell and she could feel Logan pulsating next to her. 

The explosion had knocked her backwards, against the bed, and she’d thought-- 

Veronica reached over and squeezed Logan’s hand firmly, grounding herself on his touch. Nothing had happened to him. He was here and he was safe and nothing had happened. 

Logan knocked her gently with his shoulder, responding to the desperation in her touch. Then, tentatively, 

“You really....didn’t check the car after giving him a ride?” 

“What kind of detective do you take me for?” Veronica spat, wounded. “Of course I checked the car.”

Logan was still a moment, taking that in, and then he jerked next to her, scrambling to try and exit to ambulance, but Veronica gripped his arm tight. 

“Don’t,” Veronica urged. “Let’s worry about it later.” 

“Somebody tried to fucking kill you and you want me to worry about it later?”  

“Yes.” 

Logan looked her face over and relented, scooting back to sit next to her, his leg pressed up against hers, radiating his warmth and his life.

Veronica wiggled herself under his arm and laid her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and relaxing against the steadiness of his breathing. “Hey,” she said, remembering. “Where’d you go anyway? How’d you know to get away from the car?” 

Logan rubbed his palms together and shifted anxiously beside her. “I saw Lilly.” 

Veronica was silent. 

“What? Nothing about how therapy’s clearly a scam?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “I don’t even rate a you-see-dead-people joke?”

Veronica smiled and shook her head. “I used to see her all the time,” she confessed. “Lilly’s the one who stopped me from getting on that school bus.” 

Logan tried to laugh, shaky, and sagged against her with relief, pressing a fervent kiss at the top of her head. 

Veronica grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss quick into the palm of his hand. She could’ve lost him today. Would’ve lost him, forever, and never been able to get him back. Tears rushed her and she blinked hard trying to will them away. 

“I’ll try. The therapy thing. I’m not making any promises and I’m not saying it’ll work but,” her voice broke. “if it’s so important to you I’ll try. I’ll go.” 

Logan said nothing, just wrapped his arms tight around her and pulled her close against his chest, gently brushing her tears away. 

“I can’t believe I finally got off of Lilly’s shit list,” he joked, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, and then to her jawline, and then to her earlobe. 

Veronica shifted so that she could see his face —drink in the freckles smattering across his nose, the crinkles around his eyes, the dimples he got whenever he smiled, and that stupid. fucking. mouth.

She reached out and placed her hands gentle on either side of his face. “She must’ve known you were gonna be okay.”

Logan drew in a sharp, ragged breath and started to cry. 

“I love you so much,” Veronica told him, still holding his face so he couldn’t look away. “So much. And I know these past few months have been hard and I’m sorry, but I promise I’m gonna be better.” 

Logan let out a watery laugh. “You’re stealing my material, Mars.” 

Veronica surged up against him, kissing him frenzied and hungry and sweet. 

Logan responded in kind, his hands anchoring at her hips while she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and kissed every inch of exposed skin she could get to until she was breathless from it. 

“Just you wait until we’re out of this EMT van,” Veronica promised, nipping at his jaw. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”  

Logan grinned and kissed her soft on the tip of the nose. “Looking forward to it.”

“I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

Logan shook his head. “You’re never gonna lose me.”

“But I almost-“ 

“You know,” Logan cut her off. “a long time ago this pesky girl told me that everything was gonna be okay, that she could feel it.” 

Veronica rolled her eyes, jabbing him gently in the stomach with her elbow. She could almost remember the conversation, they were spinning in a hallway and Logan’s hands were warm and wide. 

“And was she right?” 

“The pesky girl? No, she was a total idiot.” 

“Logan!” she gasped, swatting at his arm, scandalized. 

He grinned down at her, fond and wholly unrepentant. “Yes,” he amended, swallowing his laughter. “She was right.” 

“Damn straight she was,” Veronica grumbled and then poked Logan hard in the chest before he could retort. “And no- I didn’t just call myself pesky.” 

“Whatever you say bobcat,” Logan preened and then kissed her, slow and sweet, melting like honey against her mouth.

[headoverhiddles]

Like A Heretic - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You know Manson from one (1) party, yet he feels the need to drunk text you his obscene propositions at 2 am on a Wednesday? 

Notes: What?? I wrote a fluff fic?? Yea, it’s been known to happen. Shhh. Pale Emperor era. Also, this one is gender neutral, reader can be any gender! 

You collapse into the plush of your down comforter, feeling the fluffy feathers sink beneath you. Smiling to yourself, you clear the day away in your brain, bulldozing over every worry, publicity problem, or stressed manager that could be dealt with the next day. For now, you’re in your bed, and nothing can come between you and a peaceful night’s sleep. 

You cuddle into your pillow. The feeling you’ve got right now is comparable to a the perfect orgasm-- you never want to leave this bed. Your mind starts to drift, and you picture yourself on a beach somewhere, where no one can reach you. No one... no one... except that bee buzzing in your ear.

Groggily, you open your eyes. That’s not a bee. It’s your phone. 

Dammit, why didn’t you put it on silent? You go to turn it off properly, but the text on your screen makes you hesitate. You blink a few times, squinting through the dark at your phone. Were you reading that right?!

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret 

“What the fuck?” you mumble out loud, and sigh, turning on your bedside lamp. Manson? What... oh. Oh, yeah. About two months ago, you had attended a music awards event in New York, and had met a few new people. One of them had been Marilyn Manson. He had been a lot more down to earth than you had imagined he would be, and the two of you hit it off pretty well. 

It struck you as interesting as well, but he had followed you around that night like a lost puppy. He always wanted to be around you, and it had been him who had suggested you exchange numbers, maybe hang out, go see a movie or something. You had excitedly given him your number, but didn’t think much would come of it. He probably got lots of people’s numbers, then forgot about them the next week. 

So why was he texting you at... 2:13 in the morning?! You stare at the same text again. 

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret

You bite your lip, and type out a quick text back.

(y/n): Shoot.

His reply is almost immediate. 

Manson: I wanted to say when I saw you and we hung out at radio city last month you were cute really sexy n beautiful ad I miss you :( :(

You blush a little bit, but type back a cautious text. 

(y/n): You feeling alright? 

Before you can hit send though, another text from him comes in.

Manson: If you think I am drunk and handsome you are correct, i’m both

You giggle a little, and sit up fully. Manson’s drunk texting you, telling you you’re cute? This couldn’t get any crazier if you made it up. 

Manson: Do you know what sexting is? 

You raise your eyebrows. 

(y/n): I’m familiar with it, yes. 

You bite your lip. Should you add a winky face? Before you can, he writes back. 

Manson: what if i told you I wanted to lick your body ad probably do butt stuff with you too? 

You feel yourself heat up even more, and you don’t know whether to laugh or get aroused. 

(y/n): You fucking with me, Manson?

Manson: I would like to fuck you, yes. 

(y/n): So... tell me more, then. What else would you do to me?

Manson: Id cum on your chest

Manson: oops was that too far?

(y/n): No... go on.  

Manson: maybe on your face then if you want that, I wanna be respectful 

Manson: I’d also punish your sex hole. i’m really good at that

(y/n): You sound like a porn bot lol 

Manson: dirty old man in your area looking for hot singles <3 that looks like a pointy dick

You giggle, and are about to sign off so you can sleep for real, but he texts again with something that makes you pause. 

Manson: Wanna cum over? 

You stare at the text, waiting to see if he’ll write again. You wait, and wait. Nothing else is coming in. You type out a few possible responses. Then you finally hit send on your last one, biting your lip. 

(y/n): What’s your address?  

Shit. Shit shit! What are you doing? Looking back at your bed though, you can’t deny you feel a thrill. This is the shit you moved here to LA to do. 

---

Pulling up to Manson’s address, the place is just like him-- not what you were expecting. It’s a dark apartment above a liquor store, with black out curtains covering the window. You walk over to the stairs, and catch the door when someone walks out. Heading inside, you look down at your phone, and find his number. Apartment 15. 

You knock softly, and wait. When he doesn’t come to the door, you shoot him off another text. 

(y/n): I’m at your door, don’t leave me hanging or I’ll leave you with a hard on

He doesn’t respond, and you hear a moan inside. You frown, and try the door handle-- it’s open. You walk in, forgetting momentarily where you are, and see that the place is a relative mess. Piles high of books, records and movies are stacked along the walls, and there’s like, one dying plant by the darkened window. It’s laughable to assume the poor thing gets any sun, which is also a statement that could be applied to the rock star you’d come to sleep with. 

A bunch of album artwork for his new record, the Pale Emperor, is laid out on his table as well. You take a quick glance at it, before dropping your jacket. 

“Hey,” you call out, “I’m taking my top off! You’re gonna miss it if you don’t come find me!” You hear the moan again, and walk down the hallway. “Oh, fuck.” 

“’M alright...” He’s on the floor, in a puddle, four small cats surrounding him. One rusty colored one is lapping from the puddle. Was this a Jimmi Hendrix situation???

“Please don’t tell me that’s piss,” you mutter, “Cause I am not cleaning that up.”  

One of his four cats meows loudly. Manson just laughs. “It’s vodka. I slipped and broke the bottle.” 

“That I can clean up,” you nod, but first, you help him to his feet. He wobbles a little, and falls into you. Pinned against the wall, his lips are inches from yours... until his head thumps beside yours, lips pressed into your neck. He’s so fucking gone. You look around, and spot the washroom down the hall the other way. You help him slowly, and he keeps talking the whole way.   

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, “My brain camera remembered you were hot but I didn’t remember you being this hot... mmhm...”

“You still down to fuck me?” you tease, helping him sit on the edge of his bathtub. His eyes widen a bit as he licks his lips and points a swaying finger. 

“Baby I was born ready to fuck. I came out of the womb with an erection.”

You cringe. “That’s... a very disturbing mental image.” 

“You know what else is disturbing? My DICK.” He frowns a little, nose scrunching up. “But not for... it’s not disturbing, it’s just disturbing how big it is... or...”

“Stop, you’re turning me on,” you smirk sarcastically, and get a towel, dabbing his face down with cool water. “How does that feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good, fuck,” he moans, and you blink. God damn, he really is wasted. 

“Good to hear.” You plant a kiss on his cheek as you sponge down his arms, and he purrs like a big happy cat, nuzzling into your chest. 

“Do that again?” You smile, and lean in, kissing him again, this time closer to his mouth. Then you kiss him again, and again, each one earning more praise from the god of fuck before you. “Mm yeah-- oh yeah-- yeah yeah, right there-- yeah yeah right there...” He grins, eyes closing. “Mmm, delightful.” He blinks up at you, swiping a hand across his smudged eyeliner. “Will you... be my friend?” 

“Sure. Friends to lovers is always a fun way to go.” He seems genuinely happy with this. “You know, you’re sexy too,” you say, helping him take his shirt off. You glance down his chest and stomach at his tattoos, trying to focus on the project at hand instead of actually picturing riding him right now. “I thought so the night I met you at Radio City, and I think so now.” 

“Really?” he hums, reaching up in his stupor to put a hand against his chin. He suddenly seems bashful, and realizing how vulnerable he’s made himself, hides half of his face. “Even without my makeup?” 

“Definitely. I happen to think you’re beautiful.” He purses his lips.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not! In fact, if you weren’t absolutely shit hammered right now, I’d probably want you balls deep.”    

He groans. “Fuck it if I’m drunk, that’s when I’m in my strongest form!” He slips a little, steadying himself on the toilet as he stands. 

“I would disagree with that, but...”

“Besides, with all those compliments, you’re... you’re making my dick hard, see? And now it’s... ahh, it’s gonna be mad at me if I don’t... you know, fuck you, so...”

“Shh, for now try to walk straight.” 

“Where are my asshole cats?”  

“They were all watching you describe your dick to me,” you say, and he wags a finger their way. 

“Dooon’t listen to daddy, my loves. Nonono. Bad. This is grown up human people talk!”

You giggle. “You must like cats.”

“I am a cat person, I love cats. That’s why I don’t give it doggy style, cause I’m a cat man. The crazy cat man. That sounds like a serial killer...”

You giggle, and guide him back down the hall. “Where’s the bedroom?” He lifts his chin to gesture to it. 

“Last door on the right.” You help him into bed, and he tosses a pillow at a tall vase in the corner, sending it shattering. “Goddamn ghosts in my house, watching me sleep,” he slurs, and points wildly to his closet. “The sex toys are in there, if you wanna get yourself started...”

You smile, politely neglecting the sex closet of the rock star you’d been booty called by. Masturbating in said rock star’s home while he’s passed out shitfaced doesn’t look good for anyone involved. 

“Goodnight Manson,” you sing song, and shut his door. Pressing your back against it, you exhale. What just happened? 

You carefully walk over to the spilled vodka, and check the shards of glass. Thankfully no blood anywhere-- that would have been even worse to clean up. You grab a rag from the kitchen, and start mopping up the floor. One of his cats walks over from the bathroom, and starts to rub against your ankle.

“Well, hi. What’s your name, love?” You check the tag. “William. Very handsome name. Handsome just like your dad.” You sigh, as William follows you around the apartment. You feel like you shouldn’t be here anymore. It was a mistake-- he was obviously too drunk to do anything to or with you tonight. You should just leave. Yeah. Go back home, forget this ever happened and... maybe check in with him tomorrow morning, see how bad his hangover is. If he responds. 

Just as you’re about to leave though, you hear his slurred voice call from the bedroom. “(y/n)--!” 

You hesitate, then walk back in, shutting the door. You walk over to his room, and open the door. “Yeah?”

“...Get into bed with me? Please? Wanna hold someone...” 

You look behind you, and then to him again, where he’s laying, tangled in his limbs, in the large bed. You nod, and close the door to a crack, coming in. You unzip your hoodie, and before you can come to your senses, you get into one side of his king sized bed. You hear him breathing softly, and smile a little at the sudden intimacy of it all, turning over in fetal position. Not how you expected this night to turn out, but it might be even better. 

Just as you’re falling asleep in the bed of the Antichrist, you feel arms wrap around you from behind, and feel his head in the nape of your neck. Beginnings of rare stubble scratch your skin pleasantly. 

“This an okay alternative to butt stuff?” he mumbles, and you reach up to hold his wrists against you. 

“It’s perfect.” 

[yourjughead]

Green Tea and Google ONESHOT

Synopsis: you and your Riverdale friends all live together while in college or//working. You and Jughead have a certain...rocky relationship and regularly are at each other's throats. One day Jughead pushes you over the edge....in more ways than one Pairings: Jughead x reader Warnings: Swearing and smut A/N: wrote this mostly from "your" point of view. Write the smut in first person and think I prefer writing it in 3rd person (unless otherwise requested). Sorry it's kinda long. ---------------------------------------------------------- Y/N pov (psssst that's you dolly) “FORSYTHE!!!!!!” i screamed so loud at the top of the stairs that Forsythes across the globe were shaking in their boots. I had never been so angry in my entire time living with my friends. I'm going to kill him. “Jesus Christ y/n I was in the kitchen not Kenya!” He meets me at the bottom of the stairs and with one glance at what’ in my hand he takes off running in the opposite direction. “OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN” I shout wielding my laptop in one hand and a fist in the other as I chased him around the house. Brazen brat. Erases everything from my laptop and thinks I won't notice. I chased him around the island unit in the kitchen before he took off into the sitting room. As I launched after him a weight was thrown into my waist as I was hauled up and onto Archie's shoulder “ARCHIIIIIIIE PUT ME DOWN�� Archie carried me to the sitting room fireman style after Jughead as I struggled against him. “CALM DOWN Y/N! I'm sure whatever he did we can fix again! Jesus stop kneeing me!” He says pulling against the urge to drop me. I stop fighting him and let my body go limp before taking in a deep breath, Archie still keeps slung over his shoulder. “Oh my God what is it this time I could hear the screaming from the drive!!” Betty comes in from work throwing her coat on a hook thankful for Friday but annoyed to have to witness more Jughead and I based drama. “That BASTARD broke my laptop” I attempted to gesture to Jughead who was standing safely on the other side if the couch. “I didn't mean to honestly! I was wiping my search history and...and just did too good a job at it…” i.am.going.to.kill.him…..as soon as I get down from here. “WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT DID YOU GOOGLE FOR CHRIST SAKE! MY ASSIGNMENT THAT IS DUE MONDAY IS GONE! ITS 50% OF MY GRADE YOU TOOL!” “I..I...I…” stuttering? He'll be doing worse than stuttering when my fist is in his mouth. “Why didn't you use your own laptop Jughead?” Betty asked holding back a laugh. “Don't you remember? Y/N SPILLED HER FREAKING CHI GREEN LATTA FRAPPE MOCHACHINNO ON IT AND BROKE IT!” Is he really going to yell at me? To say our relationship was fragmented would be the least you could. “OH FOR FUCK SAKE IT WAS GREEN TEA AND I SPILLED IT CAUSE YOU FRIGHTENED  ME!” I retorted.... loudly “Oh my God would you too hurry up and have sex already for God sake” Kevin leaned in the doorway. Jughead and I looked at Kevin and then back at each other in shock then disgust. Okay, first kill Jughead, then take care of Kevin. I took a deep breath. “Okay Archie, please will you put me down, I am zen” I tried as calmly as I could possibly muster. “Emm I don't think…” “I SAID IM FUCKING ZEN” I cut across him “Ahem I mean, I am zen Archibald now please let me down.” Archie glanced at Jughead who looked genuinely frightened. Good. “Okay but promise you won't attempt to kill Jughead we need him to pay his share of the rent or we'll be thrown out” “cheers” Jughead nodded sarcastically at Archie. Archie slowly let me down. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen and back retrieving a dish of water and a broom. The four watching me the entire time. I stood on the couch side table and put the dish of water to the ceiling “Arch come prop this up with the broom I have to show ye something mad I learned today in my totally calm rational state of mind” Archie rolled his eyes at me and did so. I calmly jumped down and marveled at Archie holding the dish to the ceiling with the handle of the broom. “Now so….now that you can't move and stop me without soaking yourself and the house...COME HERE JUGHEAD!” I flew over the couch and right at Jughead catching him off guard while Archie couldn't decide what to do. Betty and kevin were keeled over laughing. ~~~~~ It had been some time since I had pinned Jughead to the ground and hit his chest while Kevin hauled me up and Betty assisted with the Archie and the dish as they both still laughed. Archie, not so impressed. I laid on my bed, laptop on in front of me, staring at a blank screen. I'm fucked. I couldn't hold back any longer and in the solace of my room the tears began to fall. My whole future is going down hill all because Jughead can't work fucking Google. I thought I was being nice offering my laptop, last time I ever be nice to anyone. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out sigh trying to stop the crying. A soft knock came to the door. Everyone should be asleep. I rubbed at my face quickly to get rid of the tears hoping it would be Veronica or Archie so I could just openly cry into my best friends chests. I opened the door and Jughead rushed in past me with such speed, obviously afraid I would have closed it immediately on seeing him. He would have been correct. Jughead, in his dressing gown, paced the room as I closed the door softly. “Jughead….can you please just...not.” I am truly shocked to see him. “Y/N I am so sor...have you been crying?” I turn away from him. “Umm…” he continues “anyway I'm really really sorry for what I did but you have to know it wasn't like a vendetta or anything and usually I wouldn't care if I hurt you but...well I mean obviously to a certain extent I mean I don't want to see you in real pain” “Jughead; you're rambling. Stop’ I interject still not looking at him. “Oh yeah sorry anyway I'm sorry and and and  I'm here to help you write your thing and I know I don't know a lot about your major but I don't want you to stress over something I did...well not to this extent and I took Archie's laptop so maybe I can do research and yanno I might learn something and you'd get it done and” “Jug, rambling” “Sorry sorry...please don't be mad at me anymore I am really sorry, I know we don't always...I know we never get on but I'm still your friend in a weird us way aren't I?” I have no reply to that. I don't know why I did what I did, I blame exhaustion and stress, but I turned on my heels and threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. This definitely shocked him and he at first braced for pain but soon realised i was not directing any malice towards him. I mean I nearly squished the life out of the bastard but it wasn't out of hate. I made it worse by then practically sobbing into his chest “I am a terrible human being” he whispered, dropping his school bag next to him and pulling me closer, arms around my waist.  “Yeah kinda” I laugh through sobs and he returns a smile. He chuckles softly. After a moment or two of just standing like that I break from him and dry my eyes with my sleeve. I threw myself down on the bed and replaced the laptop on my knees. I had to edge over a little so Jughead could sit next to me but it was fine. A Little more than fine….shut up y/n I have to focus. I gave him a quick debrief and we both set to work. This is kinda odd. Jughead and I. Together. Not killing each other. It's different. It's odd. It's...it's not bad. As 3 am rolled around my head began to weigh heavy and it slumped down onto Jugheads shoulder. I had over ¼ written, I deserved a power nap. “Alright y/n that's enough for tonight” Jughead whispered and took the laptops and put them both on the bedside locker. I shameless put up no fight. I felt Jughead slowly slip from under me. “Where are you going” wow I was groggy. “Umm back to my room?” he whispered “Oh...why don't you just stay there you'll wake the house leaving and then Veronica will bury her heel in your head” I squinted up at him only half aware of what I just said. Had I just asked jughead to stay in bed with me? Have I lost my mind? “Um yeah makes sense” he said with a small smile. I went out like a light after he squished in next to me and we curled into each other. I woke to the sunlight crossing my eyes as I rested my head on Jugheads chest. I snuggled back down into him, legs all tangled under the duvet. Wait what? I shot up with such speed that Jughead nearly fell out of the bed. “Oh my God what's wrong y/n?” he said stretching and with an eye closed trying to adjust to the sun “I just woke up next to you that's what's wrong! Oh God you have to leave before someone sees you they'll never let it go….especially Kevin" I say panicked throwing myself backwards onto the bed inhaling and exhaling loudly. “Hahah don't worry y/n we didn't do anything” he said rolling back towards me and throwing his arm over me. “Lie closer you were blocking the sun for me a second ago” I hit him into the chest but still for some reason obeyed, curling back into him. Once again I shot back up “OH MY GOD I NEED TO WRITE MY ASSIGNMENT!” I say this time actually pushing him from the bed. “For fuck sake okay okay I'm going to get us coffee, you start” Jughead PoV Oh my God I just woke up next to y/n and now I have to sneak out of her room like we did something bad. I crept out of her room and began walking down the stairs, totally lost in thoughts of her. “Hey Jughead do you..” “NOTHING I DID NOTHING” woah okay Jughead let's not scream Archie off his half of the stairs. “Umm...okay I'm going to pretend that's not super suspicious….do you have my laptop?” “Yeah it's in y/ns room” shit.shit.shit don't ask about it don't ask about it. Archie raised an eyebrow “oh..oh right okay and why is it in her room?” A smile started to grow on his face “wait...did you just come out of her room?...Jughead did you and y/n…” “Nononononono” I say brushing past him and down the rest of the stairs, him hot on my heels.Oh crap he's not going to leave this go. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did you and y/n..” “Archie! Don't you dare finish that sentence!” His smile went from small to a full on blinding grin. “Jughead you dog!” he said shoving me playfully “but seriously, hurt her and I'll bury you under the patio” going from lighthearted to dead serious very quickly, Archie's style. “I wont...wait a second, nothing happened Archie I swear, I was helping her with her assignment and we just fell asleep that's all nothing else happened” “I seeeeeee” he clearly did not see as I turned on the coffee maker. “Did you want something to happen?” Okay that question caught me totally off guard, like pulling up to a junction and then being hit by a train. “Ohhhhhh Juggy likes y/n Juggy likes y/n, called it” “Shhh shut up she could hear you!” “Oh you didn't deny it” he punched me into the arm probably harder than he intended...or maybe it was another overprotective friend thing. “Look Archie I..I really don't know I find her totally mesmerizing...but also so insanely frustrating” I rubbed my hand across my eyes trying to stop the headache y/n was forming in my mind. “Oh dude you've got it so bad for herrrr” he said once again pushing me. “Okay seriously Arch I'm going to need you to stop doing that you're going to bruise me! Look it doesn't matter anyway y/n doesn't like me like that, she doesn't and won't” I throw myself down on the kitchen counter, sitting defeated drinking coffee while y/ns brews. …...wait Archie hasn't said anything to that and I've known him for too long to not know that that means he knows something. “Archie….what do you know?!” I put down the coffee and slipped off the counter “What….i...i know nothing” stuttering? Oh he's lying. I caught him by the shoulders and made him meet my eyes. “Archie...you need to tell me right now if I have even the slightest shot with y/n” I had never spoken to him with such pointedness. My eyes were searching his for an answer, any answer at all. “Yeah...yeah Jughead I might know something” and then he told basically the story of y/n. How she had liked me since we were kids and didn't think I had any interest so that's why she had that stint dating Reggie, that's really when our fighting went into overdrive. Then we all moved in together and Reggie’ jealousy went insane and they broke up. She then realized she still really liked me, but again, thought I had no interest and so here we are, killing each other. “So wait...does she like me now or not?!” “Do you like her?” “We're not talking about me right now we're talking about her! Well?!” “Yeah Jughead...yeah she still likes you...oh God she's going to kill me” I stepped back from him. I definitely looked shock. Then I just took off. Took off running up the stairs taking two steps at a time as Archie called after me to Be Careful. I stopped outside her door, hovering my hand over the handle. Oh God oh God oh God what am I doing what am I doing. Okay okay okay, don't think for once, just act jug. Just go for it. Y/N Pov I sat typing away, I .now had almost half of it done thank fuck. Suddenly Jughead comes flying in the door, slamming it behind him. He practically runs over to the bed and takes the laptop from me and throws it on the bean bag. “Umm okay then, jughead trying to break the screen too” I laugh at the bizarre raven-haired boy. He lunged forward on to the bed and was suddenly on top of me hovering above me. Oh my God what is happening. What is happening. This isn't happening. Please let it be happening. I could see the absolute fear in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed me. Oh it is happening. He pulled away from me looked in my eyes so apologetically and scared and I couldn't help but laugh. “I am so sor..” I pulled him back into the kiss before he could finish the apology. He smiled into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “This.is.crazy” he said between kisses. “Good crazy I hope” “The best crazy” he said kissing me again “Wanna get a little crazier” I say running my fingers through his hair. “What did you have in mind” his smile was a little twisted and his eyes lustful as he meet my lips more harshly as I giggled. I sat up to pull off my shirt biting his bottom lip before doing so. I threw my shirt away while he took off his. I ran my hands down his muscled chest as he began to nip at my bare one. I moaned at his tender bite. I reached and grazed his bulge with my hand and was met with a groan. I shimmied out of my bed shorts as he kicked off his track pants. “Y/N are you sure you wanna do this?” “Yeah Definitely” I say pawing his torso again. “Okay” laughs as he reattaches himself to my neck. I let out a whimper as he roams my body with his hands. He's going to give me so much crap for that one. “I'm going to give you so much crap for that" he smiles. My turn. I began kissing down his neck, biting slightly as I went until a high moan came from him. I began to abuse this spot completely. Yup, that's going to leave a mark. His hardness pressed against me and is driving me insane. I bucked my hips slightly against him and he let out a groan. Sweet friction. “Okay I can't hold on any longer, I need you” he's eyes dark with lust. I reached for my bedside locker and retrieved a condom. He slipped it on while I kicked off my underwear. Jughead slowly inched his was inside me and I gripped his shoulders digging my nails in. He adjusted his hand to support himself while using the other to play with me.. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as he began to move and breath heavily. "Oh fuck Jughead" "Fuck me y/n" I pulled him down so I could go back to biting at his neck as he began to speed up his movements. I broke from his neck as my head tilted back. I bucked my hips to his and lost it as he hit my g-spot. “Don't stop Jug I'm so close” I moaned. He too began to moan at the feeling of my walls tightening around him. The tightening band in my stomach finally snapped as I moaned out his name in sweet sweet bliss. Jughead grunted as he rode out his orgasm. My legs still wrapped around him shaking and hands on his shoulders. He's so hot. He pulled out after a moment and breathlessly collapsed next to me. “Wow” he sighed “Wow....don't tell kevin he’ll give himself an aneurysm haha” returned, pulling the duvet around us. He put his arm around me and pulled me in. “i know you loved me since we were kids and all but..” “wait what? how did you kno...I'm going to kill Archie….or thank him I haven't decided yet” jughead chuckled ((oh I hate that word)) in response to my indecisiveness. “You should break my laptop more often y/n” I scoff in return “are you kidding me it was your fault!” “Don't argue with your boyfriend or I'll withold sex” he laughed then regretted it, I could tell by the way he shifted. “Boyfriend?” “Um yeah sorry I just assumed sorry I made it awkward…” “No it's okay….besides isn't it the girlfriends secret power to withhold sex” His laugh was genuine and dripping with relief. We lay there for a moment tangled and enjoying the last of or highs. Oh wait. Shit. I sat up quickly and once again knocked Jughead to the floor. “I have to finish my assignment!!!” “Orrrrrrr” jughead purred as he caught my wrist and pulled me down on the floor on top of him. “Really?” I smiled “Yeah...why not I should be able to have sex with my girlfriend if she and I are both cool with it” “See, you could never withhold sex” He scoffs, “not with you I couldn't” he smiles and smirks me again. Bliss.