Don't touch my food

Terrible First Meeting Starters

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters.  (possible triggering content)

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Morgan smiled, before continuing to cook. She loved at least being able to help somehow. After about fifteen minutes, she placed three plates on the table. She put plastic bowls and cutlery to the side for the gang, before moving to sit down. “It’s ready!” She called and smiled.

Jughead snorted and sat at the table.

They ain’t in silence. Morgan was used to cooking for men so she didn’t mind. When they were done, she managed to wander outside. The Serpents were Doing what they did. She leaned against the trailer, looking up at the clear summer sky.

Once he was done, Jughead placed everyone’s dishes in the sink and followed Morgan out of the trailer. “Hey are you okay?”

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Morgan smiled, before continuing to cook. She loved at least being able to help somehow. After about fifteen minutes, she placed three plates on the table. She put plastic bowls and cutlery to the side for the gang, before moving to sit down. “It’s ready!” She called and smiled.

Jughead snorted and sat at the table.

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Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

Morgan couldn’t help but giggle. “You just sounded like you’re a fifth grader who hit puberty.” She said with a laugh, before moving to get up and exit the room. She needed to cook dinner anyway. Both men only lived off of Pops here. “I’ll go cook dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll scream if I need you,” Jughead half joked as he started to wash himself.

She smiled and nodded. She pushed her bag out of the way, not noticing the necklace falling out and went into the kitchen to start cooking. She figured she’d make spaghetti. It was always their favorite. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to keep herself sane. “I’m hopeless.” She whispered, sighing.

After about ten minutes, Jughead trudged out of the shower and did his best to dry himself with his towel. He messily dried his hair after putting on some clothes and decided to just pull on his beanie and leave his hair uncombed.

Morgan hummed softly to herself, working on their dinner. She watched the snow fall outside, signaling Christmas was rolling around. She smiled and continued to cook, waiting for Jughead to make his appearance.

Jughead tiptoed down the stairs and smiled when he smelt what Morgan was cooking. He tiptoed over to her and gently placed his head on her shoulder. “Whatcha cooking?”

She felt his presence and giggled, stirring the pot. “Spaghetti. Least I could do for you and your dad letting me crash until this is all resolved.” She said softly, reaching over for a kiss.

Jughead smiled and kissed her gently. “That’s sweet.”

She shrugged. “I’m a fugitive. Someone’s gotta take care of me.” She joked and smiled, pulling away from the kiss. “Now wait so I don’t burn this.”

“Fine, fine.” Jughead backed up slightly so she could finish cooking the food.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

Morgan couldn’t help but giggle. “You just sounded like you’re a fifth grader who hit puberty.” She said with a laugh, before moving to get up and exit the room. She needed to cook dinner anyway. Both men only lived off of Pops here. “I’ll go cook dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll scream if I need you,” Jughead half joked as he started to wash himself.

She smiled and nodded. She pushed her bag out of the way, not noticing the necklace falling out and went into the kitchen to start cooking. She figured she’d make spaghetti. It was always their favorite. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to keep herself sane. “I’m hopeless.” She whispered, sighing.

After about ten minutes, Jughead trudged out of the shower and did his best to dry himself with his towel. He messily dried his hair after putting on some clothes and decided to just pull on his beanie and leave his hair uncombed.

Morgan hummed softly to herself, working on their dinner. She watched the snow fall outside, signaling Christmas was rolling around. She smiled and continued to cook, waiting for Jughead to make his appearance.

Jughead tiptoed down the stairs and smiled when he smelt what Morgan was cooking. He tiptoed over to her and gently placed his head on her shoulder. “Whatcha cooking?”

She felt his presence and giggled, stirring the pot. “Spaghetti. Least I could do for you and your dad letting me crash until this is all resolved.” She said softly, reaching over for a kiss.

Jughead smiled and kissed her gently. “That’s sweet.”

@stargazermuse continued from here

Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

Morgan couldn’t help but giggle. “You just sounded like you’re a fifth grader who hit puberty.” She said with a laugh, before moving to get up and exit the room. She needed to cook dinner anyway. Both men only lived off of Pops here. “I’ll go cook dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll scream if I need you,” Jughead half joked as he started to wash himself.

She smiled and nodded. She pushed her bag out of the way, not noticing the necklace falling out and went into the kitchen to start cooking. She figured she’d make spaghetti. It was always their favorite. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to keep herself sane. “I’m hopeless.” She whispered, sighing.

After about ten minutes, Jughead trudged out of the shower and did his best to dry himself with his towel. He messily dried his hair after putting on some clothes and decided to just pull on his beanie and leave his hair uncombed.

Morgan hummed softly to herself, working on their dinner. She watched the snow fall outside, signaling Christmas was rolling around. She smiled and continued to cook, waiting for Jughead to make his appearance.

Jughead tiptoed down the stairs and smiled when he smelt what Morgan was cooking. He tiptoed over to her and gently placed his head on her shoulder. “Whatcha cooking?”

@stargazermuse continued from here

Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

Morgan couldn’t help but giggle. “You just sounded like you’re a fifth grader who hit puberty.” She said with a laugh, before moving to get up and exit the room. She needed to cook dinner anyway. Both men only lived off of Pops here. “I’ll go cook dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll scream if I need you,” Jughead half joked as he started to wash himself.

She smiled and nodded. She pushed her bag out of the way, not noticing the necklace falling out and went into the kitchen to start cooking. She figured she’d make spaghetti. It was always their favorite. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to keep herself sane. “I’m hopeless.” She whispered, sighing.

After about ten minutes, Jughead trudged out of the shower and did his best to dry himself with his towel. He messily dried his hair after putting on some clothes and decided to just pull on his beanie and leave his hair uncombed.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

Morgan couldn’t help but giggle. “You just sounded like you’re a fifth grader who hit puberty.” She said with a laugh, before moving to get up and exit the room. She needed to cook dinner anyway. Both men only lived off of Pops here. “I’ll go cook dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll scream if I need you,” Jughead half joked as he started to wash himself.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Jughead smiled again before kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna stick my cast out of the curtain while I wash myself, Okay? Also turn around so you don’t see my…you know what…” He timidly started pulling the shower curtain closed.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Morgan was a bit taken aback, before giggling and blushing. She chuckled and helped Jughead in the car, before sliding in beside him and closing the door. It wouldn’t be long before they would be back at his place. “I tried to clean up. I’ve been cooking too.” She said and smiled.

“You have?” Jughead asked as he turned to look at her. “That’s good.” He leaned towards her to kiss her lips again, having missed he feeling.

“I’m guessing your dad likes my cooking so.” She said with a grin, kissing him back softly. She knew FP probably didn’t want to see any of that. After a moment or two, she blushed and pulled away.

Jughead completely forgot about FP being in the car, so he furrowed his brows at her.

Morgan smiled, settling beside him and putting her head on his shoulder.

Jughead looked at her as he sat down and started to try to pull his shirt off. “A party?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. They have their hero back.” She said softly, moving to try and help him with the cast. “They like to party you know.” She added and smiled.

Jughead looked at Morgan and bit his lip a bit. “I know. But I don’t. And I need help taking a shower.”

Morgan’s face flushed red and she bit her lip, looking down at the floor. “I mean. I can try and help….” She said, looking up at him. Most girls would jump at this. Most girls. She wasn’t one of them.

“Maybe…you can help me wash my hair? And then I can try and do the rest?” Jughead suggested as he stood up. He knew she probably didn’t want to see his nude body like most girls. But he also knew he couldn’t wash his body all by himself.

She swallowed thickly and nodded. “I can at least help with that.” She said softly. She was so stupid. She couldn’t even look at her own boyfriend without fearing the worst. What was she going to do when he did want to take it to the next level? She knew he wasn’t them. He wouldn’t hurt her. But that didn’t make it easier. She was hopeless. She stood up and helped him to the bathroom, trying to keep her composure.

Jughead watched her carefully. “If I wore a swim suit while you washed my hair, would that make you feel any better? Because I’ll do that if you want me to.”

“That’d be stupid. I’ll manage.” She said softly, taking a deep breath. She could do this. She knew she could.

Jughead nodded slightly and kept his eyes on her as he got in the tub.

She took a few breaths and moved over to help him, kneeling by the tub and smiling softly at him as she helped wash his hair.

Jughead smiled warmly at the sort of massage on his head. “Thanks Morgan,” he said after a few minutes.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Morgan was a bit taken aback, before giggling and blushing. She chuckled and helped Jughead in the car, before sliding in beside him and closing the door. It wouldn’t be long before they would be back at his place. “I tried to clean up. I’ve been cooking too.” She said and smiled.

“You have?” Jughead asked as he turned to look at her. “That’s good.” He leaned towards her to kiss her lips again, having missed he feeling.

“I’m guessing your dad likes my cooking so.” She said with a grin, kissing him back softly. She knew FP probably didn’t want to see any of that. After a moment or two, she blushed and pulled away.

Jughead completely forgot about FP being in the car, so he furrowed his brows at her.

Morgan smiled, settling beside him and putting her head on his shoulder.

Jughead looked at her as he sat down and started to try to pull his shirt off. “A party?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. They have their hero back.” She said softly, moving to try and help him with the cast. “They like to party you know.” She added and smiled.

Jughead looked at Morgan and bit his lip a bit. “I know. But I don’t. And I need help taking a shower.”

Morgan’s face flushed red and she bit her lip, looking down at the floor. “I mean. I can try and help….” She said, looking up at him. Most girls would jump at this. Most girls. She wasn’t one of them.

“Maybe…you can help me wash my hair? And then I can try and do the rest?” Jughead suggested as he stood up. He knew she probably didn’t want to see his nude body like most girls. But he also knew he couldn’t wash his body all by himself.

She swallowed thickly and nodded. “I can at least help with that.” She said softly. She was so stupid. She couldn’t even look at her own boyfriend without fearing the worst. What was she going to do when he did want to take it to the next level? She knew he wasn’t them. He wouldn’t hurt her. But that didn’t make it easier. She was hopeless. She stood up and helped him to the bathroom, trying to keep her composure.

Jughead watched her carefully. “If I wore a swim suit while you washed my hair, would that make you feel any better? Because I’ll do that if you want me to.”

“That’d be stupid. I’ll manage.” She said softly, taking a deep breath. She could do this. She knew she could.

Jughead nodded slightly and kept his eyes on her as he got in the tub.

@stargazermuse continued from here

Morgan was a bit taken aback, before giggling and blushing. She chuckled and helped Jughead in the car, before sliding in beside him and closing the door. It wouldn’t be long before they would be back at his place. “I tried to clean up. I’ve been cooking too.” She said and smiled.

“You have?” Jughead asked as he turned to look at her. “That’s good.” He leaned towards her to kiss her lips again, having missed he feeling.

“I’m guessing your dad likes my cooking so.” She said with a grin, kissing him back softly. She knew FP probably didn’t want to see any of that. After a moment or two, she blushed and pulled away.

Jughead completely forgot about FP being in the car, so he furrowed his brows at her.

Morgan smiled, settling beside him and putting her head on his shoulder.

Jughead looked at her as he sat down and started to try to pull his shirt off. “A party?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. They have their hero back.” She said softly, moving to try and help him with the cast. “They like to party you know.” She added and smiled.

Jughead looked at Morgan and bit his lip a bit. “I know. But I don’t. And I need help taking a shower.”

Morgan’s face flushed red and she bit her lip, looking down at the floor. “I mean. I can try and help….” She said, looking up at him. Most girls would jump at this. Most girls. She wasn’t one of them.

“Maybe…you can help me wash my hair? And then I can try and do the rest?” Jughead suggested as he stood up. He knew she probably didn’t want to see his nude body like most girls. But he also knew he couldn’t wash his body all by himself.

She swallowed thickly and nodded. “I can at least help with that.” She said softly. She was so stupid. She couldn’t even look at her own boyfriend without fearing the worst. What was she going to do when he did want to take it to the next level? She knew he wasn’t them. He wouldn’t hurt her. But that didn’t make it easier. She was hopeless. She stood up and helped him to the bathroom, trying to keep her composure.

Jughead watched her carefully. “If I wore a swim suit while you washed my hair, would that make you feel any better? Because I’ll do that if you want me to.”