#she broke her wrist and cant travel so shes still on the other side of the country

[ghostfungus]

God I don't wanna go to my grandma's tomorrow. I have my mom as backup but I juuuuuust don't wanna

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

We Should Probably Fix That

Summary- 2k Bucky Barnes x Y/N. Bucky and You meet up in the Locker room. SMUT. NSFW. written for Kristens 2020 writing challenge. Thanks for hosting, it was alot of fun! My Prompt- “Oh dont mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

Here it was a fine Saturday morning and you were staring up at the ceiling of the compounds gym. Having just gotten your ass rolled by Natasha. Her hand stretched into your vision and grasping it, she hauled you back to a stand. "Good try, but you got to expect me on either side. And you favor the left."

"Yea, Bucky bruised my left hip" Nats lips turned into a smirk "not like that! Okay... Maybe like that. Worth it though. Try one more time?" The red head nodded and the two of you separated, going to separate corners of the mat.

As the two of you started sparring once more, you tried to stay focused on Nat, she isnt past pulling out a special move if she doesnt think your paying attention. Successful in blocking her, a quick duck on your part allows you to swing in closer, hooking a leg though hers and knocking her off kilter. Hey one out of three tries isn't bad and this time your the one helping her up, accompanied by "thats my girl!" You two glance over to see Bucky had come over from where he had been working out. “Oh dont mind me, just enjoying the view.” he winked at the two of you. 

"Yea well dont worry Barnes, I happened to see on the calendar were due for a match up, so next time you can participate." Natasha quipped as she went to grab a towel, grinning as she wiped the back of her neck "Y/N was at a disadvantage. Something about a bruise on her left side? Otherwise she probably gotten me more times."

You blush, but your face is already flushed and Bucky glances at you with a bit of worry, when you reach him, he handed your towel to you, then his vibranium hand touched along your hip, the coolness of his touch immediately noticed. "I thought that went away?"

"Dont listen to Romanoff, shes only teasing" you whisper back and lean up to kiss him. “Im not sore, and not favoring my left hip.” Behind you Nat is shaking her head yes, and you can see the way Buckys face changes that she must be doing something. “Nat, I swear, you and I will go back on the mat, and I will kick that tight ass of yours.” You turn around and toss your towel at her, and she snatchs it from the air and smirks. 

“Promises promises Y/N” she states as she gathers hers stuff and starts to head to the locker rooms. Bucky slings an arm around you and the two of you head that way as well, passing Steve and Sam as they came in to use the gym after there morning run. Turning the corner, Bucky veers off to go into the mens section, and Natasha waits patiently holding the womens door open. Once he goes inside, you veer back towards the mens, winking at Natasha. “Go on, Im gonna catch a shower elsewhere” and she gives you an approving thumbs up before going inside and leaving you to make your sneak, listening for Bucky to start the shower. After a few minutes you hear the groan of the pipework and the premium pressure shower heads Tony just had installed start, and you went inside. 

So you started stripping off you shoes and clothes, tossing them aside as you went down the row of lockers, honestly you didnt care if Steve and Sam stumbled upon them when they came in. They knew Bucky was a grown ass adult, and in a relationship. Once you reached the showers, you could see Buckys form through the frosted glass door, on a nearby bench were his everyday clothes, nicely folded, waiting for him to exit. You were a chaotic energy compared to his ritualistic ones. Why you two just worked. 

You decided to make yourself known, it never really pays off to sneak up on a super soldier, and you respected Buckys past to know that there was certain things he just didnt care for, sneaking up on him was one of them. So you knock on the glass door, giving a soft tune to his name as you spoke it. “Oh Barnes, mind sharing that hot water?” You could see him turn in the shower, and the silver of his arm stretch out to slide the glass aside. A billow of steam escaped when he opened the door, and his face emerged from it, his hair plastered to his head and droplets of water running down his the tip of his nose. His eyes rove down your form and your cant help but tilt your hip, folding your arms over your chest, leaving him growling playfully “Why you covering your self up sexy? Fuck come on in.” 

You giggled as his hand snaked out and wrapped around your waist, bringing you in. Tumbling against his chest, your arms sliding up around his neck as his lips claimed your neck, nibbles and flicks of his tongue speeding your pulse underneath it. His hands slid down your back and clasped your ass, arching you to grind right into him. “Something get you riled up today Buck?” You ask against his ear, sliding your tongue along the shell and tugging on his lobe, sucking on it. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he backed you up into the tiled wall just under the spray. It cascaded down his muscled back that was taunt in his lust.

“Mmmhh watching you and Nat might have got me heated.” A roll of his hips showed you just how turned on it made him, along with the harder kiss marking your neck now, making you hiss and grind yourself back against him. Releasing your hands, you slid them down his chest, the mere touch of your hands left his muscles flexing underneath, along those V lines you so loved, and wrapped your hand around his erection, stroking just lightly enough to hear his breath hitch, and his vibranium arm pushed with some force against the wall beside your head. He was throbbing in your palm, and you relished holding him, stroking him into pleasure. “I can feel that Bucky... “

You leaned forward, husky voiced whispers “Your so big and hard, Its gonna feel so good pounding in my pussy.”  A slight twist of the wrist and as you slid your hand down, you slipped to roll his balls in your palm, moaning as you bite your lip. You tipped your head to glance at him, his breathing had started to turn shallow, rushed, and his pupils blew the further along you brought him. 

“Fuck, faster Y/N” In which you obliged, jerking your hand faster and faster, his hips jutting to keep pace. You could hear his hand tighten in the tile and the distinct crack of it, making you smirk. Oops, another one they busted, Tony was gonna see the repair request and give them shit later. His other hand, his warmth seeping from his palm as he pushed into your wet plastered hair, fisting into it and dragging your lips to meet his, possessively harsh kissing, a clashing of lips, forcing them apart with his tongue and dragging yours to his mouth. 

Dragging away from you, he gasped. “Stop, stop Baby” and you still, for a second before giving one more slow tempting pump, and he groaned, his dropped head to your shoulder giving a sharp bite, in which you yelp as his hands grasped behind your thighs and had you part your pretty thighs and fold around him. The wall kept you upright, leaving your hands free to explore all on there own. Weaving fingers right against his scalp, bringing his mouth back to your skin to work its magic. Following along your collarbone with worshiping kisses, his cock was slicked between your dripping folds. The moment his head slipped into your aching channel, you urged him to continue calling his name. “Fuck yes Buck, make me yours” 

Bucky Barnes was by all means a well endowed soldier, and you gasped feeling him stretch you the more he pushed in, rotating your hips, and tightening your legs around his waist to pull yourself closer, you gasped softly and a whimper was exhaled against his open mouth. “Fuck baby, your so god damn tight.” You giggle and kiss on the corner of his mouth, flexing yourself around him. 

“And all yours, we already broke the wall, lets really break some tiles.” You teased and he pulled back to start thrusting into you, definitely not disappointing, your ass bounced off the tile and his mouth traveled back to your collarbone. You leaned back, giving him access, cause you really wanted him to play with your bouncing breasts. 

“Think Tony is gonna start charging us?” He grunted and cupping a breast, teased it with his teeth, pulling the nipple with a pop between his teeth and swirling his tongue around it till it was nice and firm. Loving how your perky tits bounced in his face, lavishing his tongue down the valley, a mix of your salty skin and fresh warm water cascading from overhead his new favorite taste in the world. “I would pay whatever he wants as long as we continue shower sex” 

A roll of your body viced around him, screaming his name rather loudly and scratching down his back, while he continued powering through. His thrusts got harder, your channel slick with your arousal followed along with him, and reaching up to grasp the shower head to brace yourself. This was exactly why you loved being with Buck, he knew when to be gentle, and when to be rough as fuck. You pulled on his hair when he bit the curve of your breasts, knowing once more you were going to spot many bruises, underneath all your clothes. He was sure never to mark you within sight of the others.” Bucky, fuck im about to come again.... “ It hadnt been that long, and you were still clenching and coming down from the previous ones high. 

“Dont worry, Im fucking going to fill you up when you come... “ He cussed against you as you thrusted yourself harder, the both of you rushing towards your ending, and you screamed his name a second time, his body pushing to pin your between him and the wall, milking his cock for his seed, which throbbed in your channel, shooting thick streams to coat your walls, making you moan coming down. Reaching around you and feeling along the wall, you felt for the handle and twisted it to stop the water streaming down the two of you, and you both just panted against one another. 

Rubbing your hips as he pulled back so he wasnt crushing you against the wall, he reached up to brush your hair from your face, and kissed you softer this time. Not driven by lust, this was an affectionate kiss, trailing across your face and down your neck. “Ready to stand baby?” He questions you, and your hand smooths against his chest, nodding lightly. “Yea, just dont let me go right away, I think my legs might be a bit shook.” 

Laughing, he eased your thighs down and pulling from you, he continued you to your toes, sliding your arms around his neck and resting your head against his shoulder, still humming from your orgasm. You tip your head up, chin resting against his chest, admiring the little things going on, the way he had throughy fucked you in one of the best ways possible, that you both seemed to enjoy these quiet satisfied moments. His hands eased up your back and he looked down at you just staring up at him with a overall look of a loved woman. “everything alright babygirl?” You were unusually quiet. 

“Oh dont mind me. Just enjoying the view” you grin and lean up to kiss along his jaw line, mimicking him from earlier. 

“Well we dont enjoy the view! Could you two hurry it up!” Sam must have been waiting to get into the locker room, and you bust into laughter as you reach to grab a towel, poking Buckys side and pointing up at the shower head you were holding onto earlier. Apparently without realizing it, you happened to yank it out of the wall, leaving it crooked and wrenched. “Shit babes, we should probably get that fixed to, huh?” 

@peterman-spideyparker

[killmongerthirst]

Two of the same.

Pairing: T’challa x reader, Erik Killmonger x reader

Summary: basically a love triangle between two gods

Warnings: language, violence, kissing?

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3

Third person pov

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The two cousins stood by the balcony, watching their beloved run through the garden, her yellow summer dress flowing behind her moving figure, matching with the setting sun. A smirk settled on both of their lips, knowing they both had her. As Y/N stopped running and laid on the ground, T'challa turned to Erik, his face w changing from smirking to anger as he watches Erik watch her like she was his.

"She'll never love you like she loves me, you know that right? you cant win," T'challa spoke, and although Erik was listening, his never once tore his eyes away from Y/N's figure.

"I think you forget, I'm stronger than you, smarter than you, better than you. I could give her happiness you could never think of giving her. You don't know how to treat a real queen," Erik snarled. His fists were folding in his chest, his arms bulging around the pressure of the small blue shirt. T'challa scoffed, ignorant of his advantage, that he didnt notice just how cunning Erik was.

"Well, all I know is that she's not gonna fall in love with you if you're spending the rest of your time in jail," T'challa said smugly, now turning his back and walking away. He sent in two guards to escort Erik down to jail, not knowing that he was doing exactly what Erik wanted.

Reader pov

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As you sat in the garden, the earth between your fingers and the grass settling around you, Shuri came out and sat with you, both of you sitting in silence, just watching the sunset over the mountains. The mix between orange and pink enchanted you, the low glow of the sun rays bounced off your skin. your eyes closed as you took a deep breath of fresh air.

"I'm guessing T'challa has told you what happened?" You said quietly, your fingers playing with the grass beneath you as Shuri hummed.

"He's put Killmonger in jail." She replied, placing a hand on yours, both of you looking at each other sadly. You nodded as a silent reply, you didnt know why your eyes were threatening to water, or why you even cared. Erik stalked you. But you still couldn't get his face out of your head, and it infuriated you. He was like an itch that wouldn't go away, the constant scratching ripping away your skin and make you bleed.

"Come on then, we should go in before it gets dark," Shuri said, already standing and holding out a hand for you. Placing your hand in hers, you stood and crashed your body into hers, hugging her tightly as you sniffled. You were sure she was confused as to why you felt this fucking sad over a guy you didnt know and the king.

You both walked back into the palace, the stars shining above the whole city, you watched from the windows in the grand hallways showed the city below lighting up with different colours. There where festivals and parades on for the celebration of the new king, the lights shining bright and colourful, it reminded you of Christmas.

As you stood there, alone, your mind wondered to Erik, again. You mind mapped the features of his face, wondering how something so evil could be so beautiful. It scared you to no end that you found yourself attracted to Erik. You had no reason to want anything more than T'challa, as you have for your whole life. Besides, T'challa was the King, and you could be the Queen, rule by his side and help him with everything.

As you were deep in thought, your legs were taking you to a place you had never been. You knew where you were going, but you didnt want to admit to yourself that your own conscious had lead you here. To him. You continued walking until you came face to face with the vibranium bars, which enclosed a shirtless Erik on the floor, doing push-ups as he grunted with every lift. The sound made you clench your thighs as your mind wandered to other things. You let out a small whimper, catching Erik's attention as he turned around. When he saw you, his lips twitched into the biggest grin you had ever seen, he stood in his place and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The moonlight that escaped through the small windows shone on his body, making his muscles look glorious and his face look like a sculpture. You adored the way his eyes where always so intense, and his eyebrows always moved with a mind of there own.

"Hello princess," He spoke, his rough voice travelling through your spine and straight to your core as you let out a deep puff of air.

"Where are all the guards?" You asked, seriously concerned about why you haven't stopped from walking into the prison. He laughed at your question, shaking his head as he looked you up and down, still in your yellow sundress, with a collection of brown mud around the edges and down your back. Erik moved closer to the bars, closer to you as your breath hitched. His scent hit your nostrils as you sighed in content, he smelt like fresh cut grass, twilight and even looked like one of the brightest stars in the sky. His smile flashed you his pearl white teeth, his golden canines winking at you.

"Took the day off," He said, his dimples still smiling at you as you felt trapped, even though you weren't the one in jail.

"Now princess, wanna tell me why you're here? couldn't stay away could you," You couldn't even respond to his question because you knew he was right, his smugness irritated you to no end, but he was like a magnet to you; you stepped closer to him, the bars being the only thing separating you.

His hands came out of the bars, caressing your face as your eyes closed in pure bliss. You finally felt that annoying itch fade as he touched you, you felt as if his touch had cured you of everything you had ever done and been through.

"I've been wanting to touch you for so long, princess," He whispered, so close that you could feel his breath on your face. You felt so warm and comfortable with him, and you don't even know him. This was insane. You needed to get out, now.

Just as you were about to leave his touch, Erik roughly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back so your front was pushed harshly against your skin. You winced as the coldness of the bars hot you like a storm.

"I'll see you soon, ok? Sleep well my love,"

He let go of you as you quickly rushed out of the prison, your breathing harsh and irregular. You slammed the door to the prison shut as you sat on the stairs and placed your head in your hands. You hated how this man had any effect on you whatsoever. You never normally fell so easily, especially to a man you had known for just over two hours. But something told you Erik was beyond special.

You were in the bath as you heard a knock on your door. You sighed, contemplating whether you should just stay silent until they go away. The warmth of the hot water and the soothing bubbles surrounding you, relieving the stress-it was needed.

"Y/N, let me in, please," T'challa spoke from the other side of your door. You knew you should open it, but you couldn't face him knowing you had just returned from seeing Erik.

"Give me a second," You shouted, reluctantly stepping out of the bathtub, wrapping your silk robe around you as you slowly walked towards the door. You swung the door open, pulling T'challa in and quickly closing it again. 

"What do you want?" You spoke, walking over to your dressing table as you sat down, watching T'challa in the mirror, walking around the room and sitting down on the bed.

"Erik has challenged me for the throne, and now that his parentage has been revealed, I cannot deny," He began, looking down at his hands, twirling his thumbs together as you turned in your chair to look at him directly. 

"T'challa, you-you cant, he's smart he'll beat you," You spoke, your voice higher as you ran over to his side, holding his hands in yours.

"Do you doubt me Y/N?" T'challa asked, his eyes now looking at yours, sadness and anger both swirling in his pupils.

"Of course not T'challa, but Erik has spent his life trying to kill you, do you not think that maybe this one time you may be wrong? He is powerful, more than you think," You said quietly you regretted your words, knowing you sounded like you were siding with Erik. To be honest, you had no idea what you were doing, your mouth was speaking before your brain could catch up.

"I am your fucking King Y/N, I deserve respect when you talk to me. You're mine, you always have been and now that Erik comes into the picture you fall at his knees, for fuck sake, I would give my life for you!" He began to shout, making you feel small and helpless. He was right. And you knew it.

As you were thinking about his words, he had pressed you back down onto the bed, his body falling on top of yours, his elbows each side of your head as his face was inches away from yours.

"I love you Y/N, I have since we where children," He whispered, his eyes searching yours for any emotion other than utter confusion.

"T'challa i-" You spoke, being cut off by T'challas words,

"I know you went to see him, you went behind my back and saw Erik in jail. Tell me, why?" He asked. For the life of you, you couldn't answer him, not because you didnt know, but because you couldn't bare hurting him. When he looked so broken and helpless above you, wanting and needing you to tell him you love him too. But you just couldn't find the words too.

As you both lay there in silence, he sighed heavily, standing abruptly and turning towards the door.

"Promise me that no matter what happens in the challenge, you will be mine," He said, hearing the break in his voice, which in return, broke your heart.

"Promise."

@bubbleboss17 

[lottalex]

1/1/2019~reflection

yo, so im not really sure how to do this. I think I just made a random Tumblr to let the feelz out. because your girl gotta lotta them. hence the lotta lex. but I am still not comfortable with people seeing my shit that I know because putting my feelings out to the world that sees me in every day life is fucking terrifying.

SO. basically, I am just her to reflection my life the last year because it is now 2019 and that is the basic girly thing to do ~*~*~ 

Jan- wtf even happened in January of last year. gimme a sec to look at my pictures. pretty sure thats when I riddled with anxiety constantly and crying alone in my apartment while my ex-boyfriend went out all the time with his friends and I hated my life. lets check. my god, first of all I was fat. and had black hair and bangs. (tf did no one stop me for.) HOWEVER, my sweet angel nephew was born and I got to cry as I held him for the first time and fell in love with him. I remember being so terrified that my bff would have an ugly baby but that bitch had to outdo us and produce the cutest lil human. god bless. I started my journey on being a vegetarian on this day last year. which was amazing and I could see my body changing while knowing I was helping the planet. that being said, it’s time to return to that. Contemplated chopping my hair off. clearly going thru a lil crisis at this point lol. my other best friend found out her bf was talking to anther girl and I had to hold all that shit in because I was angry. and did she leave? nah, ya girl didn't but its alright hit up May on here I’m sure you’ll see how she got him back lol. alright so Jan wasn’t the worst. pretty good bc of the bean.

Feb- Ain’t got no clue wtf went on here. I remember my ex took the day off work to watch a fucking soccer game on valentines day instead of coming to see me lol. Jacqui came to visit during this time apparently lol nice. Yes, omg I fucked called into work and went to St. Louis and SMASHED some Korean bbq. fuck that sounds so fire right now. we played overwatch which is always fun. I didn’t get chosen for an animal caregiver position lol. getting skinnier. got the lush shampoo and conditioner bars. might have to hit those up again but they made my hair so greasy in korea. omg donghyun and I started being friends, jacqui was talking to some super hot Korean boy too. sad that didn’t work out for her lol. God, im so happy I went through my pictures. I forgot that February was the time that my best friend and I decided to take the biggest fucking risk of our lives and study in Korea for the summer. my mom was so fucking supportive. I will never delete those screenshots. My sister realized she was depressed and we got her some meds. woo. I made work friends and played dungeons and dragons like a fucking nerd and I love it.

March- ayyyye, I think this is where my anxiety got high as fuck about korea which was amazing lol such a fucking shitty time in my life. low-key worth it tho. I made a chicken Alfredo lasagna for my friends and it was fire. I should make that again. so many veggies and dog pics. love both of those things. I CUT ALL MY HAIR OFF WOW. I FORGOT. damn, that shit was short. Ashley finally starting coming around again. lol broke Zach’s phone and Ashley’s tooth on st. Pattys day. go team. doggo had to get heart worm shots. that shit was 1700 bucks and she had a weird patch shaved on her back lol. my grandparents got me a fucking sweet coffee pot for Christmas and I finally started using it. I need to break it out again, WE SENT OUR DEPOSIT FOR OUR APARTMENT IN KOREA OMFG I WANNA CRY I LOVE IT. started doing yoga too. another thing I need to get into again. 

April- went home for easter. wore a black bra with a yellow sweater. the beginning of disappointing my stepmom’s side of the family lol. got my luggage for korea omfg I wanna cry looking at these. it makes me so happy. lots of bts pics. still love them. just highly glad im not as obsessed anymore. god, more screenshots of my fabulous mother being loving and supportive of my every move. guess who I cant say that for? my dad lol. damn, this is the month my anxiety fucking attacked me. I couldn't sleep. I would cry for hours alone. I thought I was going to get my house broken into. I was paranoid someone was watching me. just a really shitty time. but, I had lots of things to look forward to and I didn't even know. 

may- this was my fucking month. Jesus, this is gonna be a crazy ride. omg trying to purchase BTS tickets with our whole fam for jacqui to be the only one to get one lol. and then my sweet mother again hitting up Stubhub and buying us tickets for $1,000. she cray but I was so thankful. I held a snake, nice. I quit my job and moved home for like 3 weeks prior to Korea. I. babysat. all. the. time. I had Wyatt and Navie. and I got in trouble for coming home and babysitting because my boyfriend at the time wanted me to pay attention only to him. he wanted me to not make any money before I left. nothing. the new bts album came out and its still my favorite one so far. I woke up early as fuck and listened to the whole thing with jacqui. we put headphones in and texted with every song we listened to. my god, im thankful for that bitch. decided that month that I wouldn’t stay at my old apartment and that I would move in with Jesse. saving me quite a bit of cash. went to Chicago before we left for korea for a concert and we brought the boys lol what a mistake. ex and I fought the entire time. he was such a dick to me before I left for korea and im not sure if he even sees it to this day. but I had the worst drink ever at a bar in Chi. we rode bikes along the lake. BFF attempted to get her hair done and it was all fucked up and she had to fix it. had a karaoke night with her family which was fun. had to leave my doggo, not so fun. drove the airport with my family (& at this point by family I just mean my mom, stepdad and siblings because is my dad really a parent at this point lol). BFF and I left for korea. traveled to Canada where their money smells like maple syrup lol. started taking anxiety pills finally. got to mother fucking South Korea. had to climb up six flights of stairs with 3 suitcases each lololololol. couldn’t get real food anywhere because jacqui and I were anxious motherfuckers and wouldn’t go in anywhere to order. got a Korean phone number. oh, also broke up with my boyfriend two days before I left. I didn’t break up with him but yeah. also found out he was talking to girls on snapchat a lot. thats was fun. my mental breakdowns at that time were fun. but I was kinda happy because it took a lot of pressure off me for korea and all and all it was for the best. we weren’t happy and hadn’t been for a long time.

June- OH JUNE. so many things. KOREA. Jacqui and I found our home restaurant in korea and I hope if we go back it’ll still be there. best 김치찌게 ever. met other foreign people one night out. got super fucking drunk on alcohol in hongdae somewhere that I dont even remember lol. Also, that was the night I met the first Korean dude I kissed. he was nice. English not so good. Jacqui met that josh kid. god I hope I never forget that. dude was a creeper. and the next night I broke my fucking wrist and dislocated my wrist and elbow AND snapped the elbow ligament all over a motherfucking Korean American boy. drunk Lexie is and always will be a mess hahahahaha. so had to go to the ER via Korean taxi where I almost passed out because they wouldn't let me drink water. had to cry in front of a lot of Koreans. got my arm set back into place without any anesthesia. but I found a billboard cutout of BTS on the way home lol. had to make my parents decide if I should stay in korea for surgery or come back to the states. mind you I was not even a week into being in korea hahah. this is why my dad fucking hates me im sure of it. attempted to explore a lil more. I feel bad for jacqui. she had to take care of me throughout all of this and I was fucked up on pain meds. she's a good egg that one. had surgery in korea. missed the first few days of class lol. found the fucking best popsicles ever in the hospital. made my dad pay 9,000 dollars for my surgery. found a bomb ass American restaurant. RIP I miss u. awh, omg Dasol. my bird. learned I loved cold noodles. especially in the heat of June Jesus H. tai kwon do was also lit. cute instructors bless. Jacqui’s drunk tinder date that turned into my date lol hey Daniel. got my cast off and got the brace. met meerkats and wallabies. finally had sex with someone besides my ex. 

ok ok this too much. I gotta clean now ill be back for the other six months lol 

[jessahmewren]

Truth or Shots

a Reylo fan fiction

Summary: Months after the Battle of Crait, Rey and Kylo find themselves stuck on the same freighter and end up passing the time with alcohol and honesty.

Read on AO3

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The brick-shaped Corellian freighter hugged the far side of the minor moon, taking the brunt of the ion storm on its forward shields.  Rey stood amid the many passengers on board, staring out at the bright bursts of energy that, had it not been for the gravity dampeners of the old freighter as well as the moon’s own field, would have certainly sent them careening into the far reaches of space.  

She pushed away from the transparisteel viewpane, weaving through the tightly packed common area of the large freighter.  The passenger manifest was a motley crew; Rey spotted beings from all across the galaxy, most from the Outer Rim.  It didn’t take any trick of the Force to know that most of the beings here had their own nefarious agendas.  She kept her newly constructed lightsaber hidden but close.  

She had boarded the freighter on Dantooine.  She’d stashed the Falcon there and, after taking fire from local marauders, had been unable to get back to her.  She hoped to rendezvous with the Resistance at the next drop point…that is, if this storm would ever let up.  

Rey continued to shoulder her way through the crowd, when suddenly she felt it…that curious tingling at the base of her neck.  

“No,” she whispered into the hot, sticky air, “it can’t be.”  

But she knew it was true. It was a presence she had not felt since the Battle of Crait.

Ben.  Somehow, he was here.  

She swallowed hard, her eyes sweeping the room.  Suddenly, she saw him in everything.  The black tail of a cloak just sweeping out of view.  A raised cowl.  A set of piercing eyes that briefly met hers, only to look past her into the suffocating crowd.

“Show yourself,” she whispered.  

I thought you didn’t want to see me, countered a voice from the past.  

She turned, only to realize the voice had been in her head.

Rey frowned, disappointed in herself to have been taken so off guard.  Ben wasn’t here…what would he be doing on a dirty old freighter, anyway? Supreme Leader Ren was sitting on an ebony throne somewhere in his fortress of solitude.  

The freighter, like most commercial transports, had its own cantina, and Rey found her way there as much to stave off the boredom of the long trip as to settle her jangled nerves. She’d never been much of a drinker, but as a young girl on Jakku, she had quickly found that alcohol was a more plentiful beverage than water, so after long, hot days scavenging under the scorching sun, she would make her way into Nima Outpost to pilfer what she could from the dirty outdoor cafés.  If she was quick, she could swipe two, maybe three shot glasses before the server droids got to them first.  If she finished scavenging early, she would stake out the lightweights, knowing there would be more left in their glasses at the end of the night.    

Rey poured more alcohol around the hard knot forming in her throat.  Sometimes it seemed like a lifetime ago…other times, only yesterday.

Just as she was pouring another shot, there was that familiar tingle at the back of her neck, and then her whole field of vision was filled with him.  There, across from her at her little corner table, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren stood looking down at her, a dark cloak billowing behind him.  

He gestured with a black-gloved hand.  “Is this seat taken?”  

She looked up at him, at his pale face floating against the impossibly dark backdrop of his traveling cloak.  

“No,” she heard herself say, still reconciling the reality of him standing in front of her, on this dirty freighter, after all this time.  

She watched as he folded his impossibly large form into her corner booth and settled opposite her. He made it look easy, she thought to herself, to displace all that energy and mass in a few swift movements. He’d had a lifetime of practice, of course.  Her mind drifted to Ben Solo as a gangly teen and something stirred within her.  

“It’s been a long time,” he finally said.  His face was expressionless, but when he moved to push back the hood of his simple traveling cloak, she could see his brown eyes were soft if not a little tired.

Rey nodded, throwing back a shot.  She was feeling the alcohol now, and sitting across from who was technically her sworn enemy, she was starting to regret it.  Beneath the table, the weight of her lightsaber hung heavy against her hip.

“It has,” she said. She watched his face, trying to read him through the Force.  “Are you here to find me?”  

He huffed a laugh. “Um, no.  This,” he motioned between them, “is incidental of why I’m here,” he said at last.  His eyes fixed on hers.  “But I have found you.”

She smiled slyly. “I’m armed, Ben.  And this freighter is packed, in case you haven’t noticed.”

His mouth twitched. “It’s Supreme Leader Ren now, he corrected with a glint in his eye, and you and I could clear this place in a few deep breaths.”  

She felt the Dark Side surge around him, but it shrank as quickly as it presented.  He was testing her…teasing her…feeling her out.  It had been so long since they had seen each other. Now here they were on seemingly neutral ground, trapped with nowhere to go.  

Rey tapped the edge of her empty glass.  “Maybe I take you in Supreme Leader.  Deliver you to the Resistance.  Go home the hero.”  A smile broke her face as Kylo began to chuckle and shake his head.  

“You would like that wouldn’t you?  Take me back to your band of rebels.  Tell me,” he said smoothly, “where is that pitiful group huddled nowadays anyway?”  

Rey pursed her lips, shaking her finger between them.  “I’m not your prisoner anymore, Ben,” she said quietly.  “No interrogations.”  

Something flitted across his face, but it was gone before she could give it a name.

“What if,” Kylo said, “it was mutual?  And,” he interrupted himself by hailing a server droid, “you had the option of answering?”  

Rey eyed him curiously, wary of his sudden enthusiasm.  She cocked an eyebrow at him.  “Are you proposing a game?”

The droid sat down a bottle and his own glass before whirring away.  Kylo challenged her across the table.  “Truth or shots,” he said.  “What do you say?”

Rey worried her lower lip. It was likely to be a long wait until the storm passed, and having Ben where she could keep an eye on him was probably smart.  “Ok,” she finally said.  “But no questions that we can’t answer,” she said.  

Kylo nodded.  “Of course.  First Order and Resistance questions are off the table.”

Rey drummed her fingers, suddenly anxious.  Unbidden, a shiver went up her spine.  “Well, shall we begin?”  

Kylo poured himself a drink, setting it dead center in front of him.  Rey caught his eyes and smiled.  “Not feeling talkative?”

He downed the shot without flourish and was refilling the glass before her smile had faded. “Trying to catch up,” he said. “You’ve been here for awhile.”  He pushed the newly filled glass to the center of the table again and pressed his lips together.  “Would you like me to go first?”

There was something youthful in his face, something--for lack of a better word—honest that reminded her of a lifetime ago…of two kids standing amid the carnage of battle…of a lost boy with his hand out and girl--a nobody--who’d found someone to belong to.  

“Rey?”  

“Hmm?”  

“I said do you want me to go first?”

He was looking at her now, his full mouth soft, his eyes keen.  “Yeah,” she said quietly.  “You go.”

He canted his head. “Ok.” He focused his full attention on her, concentrating as if divining what he would like to know most.  He lifted his chin finally, settled on a question.

“Why did you close our connection?”

She worked her mouth, palming the empty shot glass.  It would be easy to drink this one away, to avoid it.  She shot him a cool glance that hopefully masked how nervous she was. “Aren’t you more interested in how, rather than why?”  

He shook his head.  

“Truth,” she whispered, and reluctantly met his eyes.  “I didn’t know what else to say to you.” She licked her lips, then pressed them into a wistful smile.  “That’s all.”

It looked like it pained him, but he was quick to hide it.  “I tried to contact you, you know.  To reopen the connection.  I tried many times, Rey.”  

She closed her eyes briefly. “I know,” she said.  “I could feel it.”

She poured herself a drink, placing it at the ready for the next round.  “My turn,” she said.  She cleared her throat.

“Did you know Snoke wanted to kill me before we went in that room?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I thought we said no First Order questions.”

“That’s not a First Order question that’s a personal question.”

Kylo held her gaze a moment, then wavered.  “Shot,” he muttered.  

“Cowered,” she spat.  

He slammed the glass down and grabbed her wrist, his eyes as hard as his touch.  “It’s not how it started that’s important, it’s how it ended.” His hold on her loosened, and she wrenched her arm away.  

“It doesn’t matter,” she said as she looked at him.  “I knew the answer before I asked the question.”  

Kylo looked sourly at his empty glass, his shoulders somewhat slumped.  

He locked eyes with her. “When I asked you to join me…have you ever regretted your decision?”  

Rey grabbed the shot glass and downed it without saying a word, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.  

Kylo’s laugh was sharp and bitter, and she avoided his eyes for as long as possible.  When she finally met them, he didn’t look as triumphant as she had feared.  “It’s ok,” he said, parroting her from before, “I knew the answer before I asked.”

Rey could feel the color in her cheeks, but she blamed it on the alcohol.  She poured another shot, leveling her eyes at him.  

“’Don’t be afraid; I feel it too.’ What did you mean by that?”

He looked at her, surprised. “You don’t know?”

She merely looked at him, saying nothing.  

He palmed the shot glass, emptying it with ease.  

Rey sighed in frustration. “This game is impossible.”

Kylo said nothing; he merely filled his glass and raised his eyebrows at her.  

She sat back in the booth, her limbs heavy and warm.  

“What’s the loneliest you’ve ever been?  

“Shot,” she said quickly. She was not going to get into that…those dark, lonely nights in the AT-AT on Jakku spent crying into her sleeping mat.  Too many memories and too much alcohol under her belt.  She felt vulnerable enough.  The shot went down smoothly if not a little sloppily and she immediately began to pour another.  

“You might’ve had enough, Rey,” Kylo intoned quietly, but she was shaking her head as soon as he started talking.  

“I’m fine,” she insisted.  “What about you.  Same question.”  

He pursed his lips, and then so quietly she almost couldn’t hear him, he murmured, “Truth.  On Crait.  Watching you close the boarding ramp to the Falcon.  That’s the loneliest I’ve ever been.”  

She swallowed.  It was the last thing she’d expected to hear and, in her semi-inebriated state, she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.  

She moved to pour another drink, and he stayed her hand.  

“Rey, that’s enough,” he said.  

His gloved hand brushed hers, knuckles easing the palm open until the ends of her fingers had fused with his.  He clutched the tenuous connection, his heart racing.  Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers.

Tears threatened to spill over her lashes, and her face was flushed.  She moved to pull her hand away, but he tightened his grasp on it, refusing to let her retreat into the safety of evasion.  Her fingers were warm, even through the leather of his gloves.

“Why don’t you go back to your quarters,” Kylo offered, “sleep through the rest of the storm.” He released her hand and she followed its path back across the table, her eyes still full of tears.  “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”

Rey wrinkled her nose, then hastily wiped her eyes.  “I didn’t rent quarters on this rust bucket,” she groused.  “My trip wasn’t supposed to be this long.”  Her eyes flitted to his where he was looking at her with an unreadable expression.  “Besides, I’m not tired.”  

He smiled then. “You’ll feel otherwise when you stand up,” he said.  He extended his hand.  “Come on. You can use mine if you like.”  

She eyed his hand as it lay hovering in the air before her, and she looked up and saw fiery rain and a lost boy and one plea as it rang heavy between them, then she blinked and it was gone, and only Ben remained.  

She slipped her hand in his and stood, gravity against her, and tried to hide how unsteady she felt by planting her feet on the deck of the ship.  

He caught her arm before she bumped into another passenger which, in her defense was not difficult to do on such a crowded vessel.  Kylo navigated them the rest of the way like this, never letting go of her arm.  

They were almost there when a large ion blast hit the ship, knocking Rey off balance.  She fell into him, her hand going up to steady herself against his large pectoral muscle and her eyes seeking his face.  “Sorry,” she muttered, but she was anything but.  Ben was as solid as he had appeared to her on Ahch-to…and warm, even through his clothes.

He moved his hand around to hold her lower back, pressing her against him.  “It’s ok,” he said to her.  “I’ve got you.”  

Something unspoken passed between them, and Rey could feel her heartbeat accelerate.  But it was only a moment.  She cleared her throat and seemingly the spell was broken.  

The freighter’s rented quarters were shabby but not unclean, with a fresher, a chest, and a twin bed pushed against the wall.  Rey eyed the small bed humorously, wondering how Ben had ever folded his large frame onto it in the first place.  

Wordlessly Rey disappeared into the fresher, coming out pink-faced and a little more aware of her surroundings.  She stretched her arms.  At least there was more room in here.  For a moment they simply looked at each other.  

“Would you like to sit down?”  

Rey blinked at him.  He was taking off his gloves and traveling cloak, revealing a simple black tunic and waistcoat.  He turned, draping the cloak over the chest.  He was longer than she remembered, all legs and firm muscle.  He appeared sculpted from granite.  

“Sure,” she said.  She sat down a little uneasily on the bed. The hilt of her lightsaber glinted in the muted light of the room, and he noticed it peeking out from beneath her robes.  

“Your weapon,” he said, indicating where the hilt hung against her hip.  “Double blade?”  

She smiled, nodding once.

“Nice.  I would very much like to see that in action.”

She patted the hilt. “Well, Supreme Leader, the way wars go, maybe one day you will.”  

There was no mirth in her voice, only the fatigue of a battle-hardened soldier.  She looked up to find him looking at her.  

“May I sit with you Rey?”

She moved over to allow him room, the bed springs groaning under the weight of an added person. Their shoulders were touching now, and she realized (too late) that she should’ve moved over more than she had.  

Rey let her head fall back against the wall.  

“Are you ever tired Ben?”

He stole a glance at her. Her eyes had drifted closed, and her mouth was pressed in a firm line.  He wanted to take away the burdens of the last few months…whatever the Resistance had heaped on her, and whatever part he had played, as well.  He took her hand instead.  

“I am,” he said.  She watched, fascinated, as he threaded his bare fingers through hers.  “I’m tired all the time.”  

She looked up at him, his dark eyes shining.  

“One day this will all be over Rey,” he said, “and we’ll have our own storms to navigate.”  

She let her head settle against his firm shoulder and exhaled.  Distantly, another energy beam rocked the ship, jostling them both.  

“I know,” she breathed. But for now they had this, and this was enough.  

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Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of "Wipe it off of me", reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

(Read Part 1 )

Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to.....things like this.

"Veronica, I just, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there's somebody I'm comfortable enough with, it's him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he..." I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica's mattress.

"Turns you on?" Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

"Yes." I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

"Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-" Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. " my gay ass heart just can't handle it." I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

"I'm serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I'm not used to feeling! Things I seriously don't like-" I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica's bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

" He's going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is."

"Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first."

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I had left Ronnie's house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, but I'm a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

"My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check." I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.

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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop's, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn't a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn't show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn't want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

"Is your mom home?" He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

"No, she's gone for the weekend. Business trip."

"Good." Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

"Do you uh, do you want something to eat?" I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

"Sure, what's on the menu?" Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

"Me." Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

"Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea." Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead's hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

"M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs." I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

"You're going to break your neck." I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

"Don't undermine my masculinity." Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead's jacket and tugging it off of him.

"Eager, are we?" Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

"What is it with the layers?!" I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. "Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing."

"Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn't happening." Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top." Although, I'm pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways." Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren't huge on sex, it wasn't something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

"Fuck." Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

"You wanna try something?" I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

"Lay it on me." Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

"To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked." He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

"We've got the whole weekend, babe." I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend's body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

"Do you really have to be a tea-ease." Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead's breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead's body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

"Why didn't you just.... Open it with your hands??" Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

"Veronica said it'd be sexier." I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package." Last time I take her advice."

"Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?" Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

"Jughead, I'm literally about to sit on your dick. Please don't ruin the mood." I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead's penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead's hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead's dick.

Jughead's uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead's hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

"Baby, baby untie me." Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

"F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I'm-" my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead's skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

"You know, I can dress myself. I'm not five." I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

"I know." Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

"Well if you're going to treat me like I'm 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen." I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

"As you wish." Jughead's arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

"So, why the kitchen?" Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

"Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is." I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

"I'm honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven." Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.