He likes making her laugh, he realizes.
If he were being honest with himself, he likes getting a reaction out of her, period. Boyle is definitely right; he wants her attention, wants her to look back at him the way it took him a very long time to realize he’d been looking at her.
Adult, porn battle fic. This is hot and sweet and funny, just like them.
you, undeniable you, by returnsandreturns
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jake asks, for the fourth time. “Because we can just ditch that thing, toss it out a window, do it missionary like the founding fathers intended.”
“Do you still want it?” Amy asks, also for the fourth time.
Jake looks at the strap-on that’s finally strapped on, hanging between Amy’s legs. She’s still wearing her old NYPD sweatshirt, standing in Jake’s bedroom with her arms at her sides, smiling down at him where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“…yeah,” he breathes. “Yes, yeah, I want it.”
Adult, established relationship. Amy fucking Jake with a strap-on – sign me up right the fuck now… *fans self*
He wonders how everything got complex and out of sequence; he wishes he could go back, back to Logan and Veronica and Lilly and him, back when he was a real boy and “happy” meant anything at all.
Teen, Duncan POV. A great (heartbreaking) description of what depression can feel like.
Me—come! My dazzled face, by middlemarch
And that lack of any rudder, how he could almost blow apart like a dandelion or a bomb, must be why he’d kissed Sam after the air raid.
Teen, angst. I have a soft spot for Sam and Paul, and while this isn’t their happy ending, it rings true.
The snap of a twig drew her attention. A boy emerged from between the trees, black of hair, with dark paint across his eyes. From either side of his forehead a pair of antlers branched out.
Mature, AU. This is truly magical!
Betty’s fingers trip lower as she kisses Archie back, palming him through his jeans. He’s torn between twisting away and arching closer, and Betty can’t quite swallow his moan.
Jughead does glance over at them this time, anything but subtle (turnabout is fair play) as he meets Archie’s eyes. He doesn’t say a word, just raises an eyebrow and watches him stumble over an explanation, an apology, anything.
Betty saves him from himself.
Adult, PWP, voyeurism. I sure have a thing for this… and I like that it keeps Jughead’s asexuality. 🙂
“I may have liked you better when I thought you had no sense of humor at all,” she told him, but she allowed him to kiss her hand in apology.
Mature, post-canon. A lovely glimpse into Margaret and John’s bed… 🙂
Love this – so well done, and great song choice! Music by Ingrid Michaelson (feat. A Great Big World).
“You’re the slayer,” he realized. “Betty…Bunny…Cordy’s friend. Aren’t you in Sunnydale?”
“Buffy,” she corrected. “And yeah, I would be, but Cordelia called me the other day to tell me that her boss Angel, the famed vampire with a soul, has completely lost his mind.” She kicked high, nicking him in the chin and sending him tumbling to the ground, flat on his back.
PG, AU. What if Buffy and Angel had only met after they’d both done some growing up? This, absolutely. I love that it avoids the usual pitfalls of this pairing while still ringing completely true for both characters.
And Never Sought the Wiser to Touch the Ground Again, by coalitiongirl
“Angel,” she says.
He knows his line. He whispers, “Buffy.”
Adult, AU, post-NFA. These are mostly very angsty, but also beautiful in their darkness, two souls finding each other, even if they’re not meant to stay together.
Five Ways Buffy and Angel Never Meet And Never Have To Say I Love You, by LAndrews
