and i love the way he chews in gum in the last frame

anonymous asked:

I think this has been done before but Shawn is super drunk and his s/o makes a move on him like kissing him or something and he's like "noooo I have a girlfriend" cause he doesn't recognise her because he's wasted af.

a/n: I’m so tired right now i hope this makes sense, also if my s/o forgot who i was when they were drunk oooo boy, but this is cute!

“You good?” you ask, looking up at your boyfriend as he stumbles drunkenly next to you. 

It’s a Friday night and he’s free - a rarity what with his busy schedule and rock star lifestyle – so you’d decided to spend it getting wasted with his mates. Seemed like a good idea at first until Shawn bought shots for the table and things went to hell. 

You’ve sobered up a little, having chugged a couple of pints of water back at the club, but Shawn, however – is wasted.

His skin glows in his intoxicated state, the blood in his body meeting his skin to wave hello and his hair is tousled, eyes rimmed red – a personification of liquor induced bad decisions. 

He’s so pretty though, and it’s honestly annoying how he can look so good while stumbling over himself in a half buttoned dress shirt while dropping a bottle of water onto the pavement at 3 in the morning. He picks it up quickly.

Shawn turns to you after he’s registered your question, and he looks down at you, nodding, saying “Baby, I’m having the best time of my life” and he bends down and leaves a long lasting, saliva laden kiss to your forehead. 

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                                                  Crazy In Love


Your bare feet glide along the cold surface of the wooden floor. Your hands trailing up and down your body, occasionally lifting your shirt slightly as you danced around the living room. The slow but seductive beat was slowly taking over your body.

“Ahem.” You heard someone clear their throat behind you, causing you to jump while placing your hand over your beating heart.

“Jesus, Harry. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Don’t stop on my account, I was finding tha’ very entertaining.” He smirked, chewing his gum as he does so, “You look hot in my shirt by the way.” He inches closer, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer, his tall frame now hovering over yours.

“I’ve missed you.” You smile up at him, your fingers fiddling with the loose buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’ve missed yeh too, but I’ve missed your body even more.” He lets out a low chuckle before picking you up in one swift motion, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist before you were thrown onto your king sized bed.

Harry’s lips were quickly attached to your neck as you tugged slightly on his hair causing him to groan. The heat radiating off of his body as you manage to remove his shirt, your hands trailing down his toned abdomen as he hovered above you. It wasn’t long until you were both completely naked, his lips slowly making their way down your chest to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours as you gripped the sheets tightly, your head swinging back and his fingers find your heat.

“Harry, please.” You beg, arching your back.

“What do you want, kitten?” He teases, his fingers running up and down your entrance.

“I want you, i need you.” You let out a soft moan. Although Harry loved hearing you beg for him, your moans were sending him over the edge. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip gliding over you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a gasp when he pushes inside of you, his eyes focused on himself entering you, the muscles in his arms moving with every thrust, both of your moans becoming louder as you both began to reach your high, your nails digging into his back as his face was buried into your neck, occasionally placing sloppy kisses to the purple area he had created.

His thrust began to become more sloppy as his eyes screwed shut, beads of sweat forming on his body, his lips creating an ‘o’ shape as he comes undone inside of you. His body falling by your side as you both try to regain your breath.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing” He whispered, placing one last kiss to your lips before falling into a deep slumber.


anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts, will you do bughead 9 months of pregnancy and then them with the newborn?

Here you go, one fresh batch of pregnant!bughead all served up for you! I really hope you enjoy it <3


“Morning, Betts,” Jughead mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, following the wafting scent of pancakes and bacon. She flicked a glance at him over her shoulder, warmth filling her chest at his dishevelled state - he never was a morning person. Ever since they’d moved into their first apartment together, gotten a permanent home, Jughead always made the most of having a warm bed to sleep in that he wasn’t worried about getting kicked out of at first light. The fact that it was Betty who was next to him, warming it, was the best added bonus he could have asked for.

“Hey, sleepy head,” she cooed affectionately, turning back to the pan to flip the breakfast before it burnt. Betty was already up and ready for her work day, fresh faced and bright eyed, pencil skirt perfectly smooth and put together. Jughead didn’t know how she did it - he would be forever grateful that his job allowed him to work from home. “Did you sleep okay?” she asked pleasantly. Jughead hummed in contentment, coming up behind her to rest his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his warm arms around her waist.

“All the better for having you next to me,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against her temple. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t a picture a time when he wouldn’t be as in love with Betty as he always had been. She made everything easier, even breathing. It was a high he wasn’t willing to give up. A soft pink blush tinged her cheeks, apples prominent due to the bashful smile that played across her lips. He loved that he could make her respond to his words like that. She twisted in his arms, breakfast momentarily forgotten, to gaze up into his slightly hooded eyes, resting her palms on his chest.

“Say what you like about yourself but you’re a charmer, Jughead Jones. Always will be,” she whispered against his smirk, leaning up on her tiptoes, still bare of her heels for the time being, to place a gentle kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his cheeks. He sucked in a breath through his nose, tightening his arms around her frame and pulling her harder against his chest as he tilted his head to deepen the action.

“Ow!” Betty pulled back with an unexpected shriek, Jughead releasing her instantly, leaving his arms hovering just inches from her body. She moved her hands to cradle her chest gently, frown pinching at the space between her eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead asked, concern lacing his tone as his eyes flicked over her every inch, checking for damages.

“Nothing, just… tender,” she said, gesturing to her boobs as she shook her head. “Guess it’s just coming up to that time of the month,” she shrugged dismissively. Jughead exhaled slightly in relief. She glanced up at him from beneath thick eyelashes, green eyes glinting with mirth. “So hands off, mister,” she teased. Jughead rolled his eyes, cupping the back of her neck as he dropped a chaste kiss to her forehead before moving to pick up her discarded spatula and continue making their breakfast.

***

Betty felt sick. And not just queasy sick, like ‘run to the bathroom puke your guts out’ sick. She tried to take deep breaths in through her mouth to quell the sudden, rising nausea that had settled in the pit of her stomach. All attempts were shot to hell when one of her coworkers walked past her desk, the smell of whatever lunch they were carrying drifting to her nose, making her throat constrict around a gag.

She flew out of her seat, dodging colleagues as she raced towards the bathroom, barely making it in front of the bowl before her pancakes and bacon made a repeat appearance.

Ugh, pancakes… she thought, the idea of any food causing her stomach to turn over once again. She sat back against the cubicle wall, wiping the damp sheen from her forehead with the back of her hand. She’d felt fine this morning. Actually… if she thought about it she really felt fine again now. She mentally prayed that she didn’t have some kind of weird stomach bug as she clambered to her feet, desperately in need of finding some gum.

***

She was absolutely starving. Seriously, her stomach was rumbling loud enough to inform the entire floor of her office about her current needs. Betty shifted in her seat, trying to find a way to stifle the next wave of gurgling that was brewing in her gut. It was entirely perplexing; one minute she was hunched over a porcelain bowl, the next she couldn’t stop thinking about what she could get her hands on to eat.

Sighing, she grabbed her phone, tapping on the message icon, Jughead’s name right at the top of her list. She knew he was supposed to be focused on writing today, but with the morning she’d had she just really felt like seeing her husband. A wave of unidentified emotions washed over her as she sat staring at the device in her hand. God, she just really missed him. Like, was it always this hard to spend the day away from him? Why hadn’t she noticed before?

Wanna meet me for lunch? x She typed quickly, already knowing his answer. The three little dots were gone as fast as they appeared.

On my way.

***

“Betty? Everything alright?” Jughead asked gingerly as he tapped on the panel of their bathroom door. There was a heavy pause. “Betts, you’ve been in there a while I just wanted to check-” He was cut off by the door swinging open suddenly, revealing a very dishevelled looking Betty. Her eyes were wide and glistening with tears that pooled along her waterline before following the already wet trails down her flushed cheeks. Loose tendrils of her golden hair fell about her face, some sticking up at amusing angles. Her lips were dark pink and full like she’d been chewing on them nervously. Jughead’s eyes went wide as he took in her state, hands instantly going to smooth her hair, thumbs brushing over her damp cheeks. “What is it? What’s wrong? Talk to me,” he rushed out, eyes scanning her face for any indication of what had upset her.

She opened her mouth, no sound escaping, before just shaking her head, trembling hand pointing to the bathroom counter. His gaze followed her finger until it landed on the little white stick that was resting on the smooth granite. He walked towards it with numb legs, picking it up with hands that were now shaking just as much as hers. The word stared back at him, clear as day.

Pregnant.

He turned to look at her, lips parted in silent shock. Her bottom lip with tucked between her teeth again, a nervous habit, fingers twisting with each other as she looked at him with apprehensive eyes. He could see something else simmering beneath the surface though, waiting for the right moment to burst free.

“Are you really…?” he trailed off, eyes shining, every inch of his body tingling with adrenaline, hope tinging his voice. Betty couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth tilting up slightly at his tone. She nodded, lips quivering as she took in a breath.

“Yeah,” she whispered, smile growing as a full blown grin spread across Jughead’s face. He rushed towards her, scooping her up in his arms and twirling her round as she giggled gleefully, arms coming up to wrap around his neck tightly. He placed her back on the ground, not moving to release her from his hold at all. She was positively glowing in his embrace. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten. “You’re happy?” she asked timidly, fingers playing with the short hairs at the base of his neck. He let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“Betty, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life,” he gushed, slipping one hand round her waist to settle over her still flat abdomen. “You are the best gift that life has ever given me, and now you’re giving me another one. You’re incredible, this is incredible. I love you so much,” he whispered, leaning in to press a bruising kiss against her lips as a fresh wave of happy tears cascaded down her cheeks.

***

“Wait! Stop right there, the light is perfect,” he commanded, holding out a palm to pause her in her tracks. “I want to get a picture of the bump,” he smiled, raising the camera to his face as Betty rolled her eyes, complying with his wishes nonetheless. Once he’d actually had enough money to invest in the equipment, Jughead had discovered a newfound passion for photography. Just like with writing he could express himself through the images he captured, finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. And one of his favourite subjects of all time was definitely his beautiful wife.

“I’m barely showing still, Juggie. I just look like I’m bloated from eating a giant burrito!” she whined, bowing her back slightly to make the tiny swell stick out more in front of their bay window, resting her hands on her waist where she arched. She was only wearing some dark green shorts and a sports bra, makeupless, hair thrown up in a messy bun on top of her head. The countless fly-aways there caught the early evening sunset that was pouring into their living room, lighting her hair up in a halo of golds and pinks and oranges while leaving the rest of her frame in shadow, little bump popping against the overexposed sky as she stood side on to Jughead’s camera.

“I wanna capture all of it,” he said with a small smile, ignoring her protests as he took a couple of shots. He’d been obsessed with the bump ever since she’d popped about a week ago. He couldn’t keep himself from running his fingers over it while they laid in bed, resting his hands over it as they snuggled together on the couch watching a movie, placing gentle butterfly kisses on top of it first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He’d not told Betty yet but he’d already started talking to it, only after his wife had fallen asleep, tiny whispers into the darkness for his and the baby’s ears only. Promises of a wonderful life.

He lowered his camera to look at her, dazed smile still resting contentedly on his lips as he watched her watch something out on their street. It was never the life he would have written for himself, but he thanked whatever author that was out there who did.

“Are you done? I have to pee,” she said bluntly, pulling him abruptly from his romantic thoughts with a chuckle. He held up his palms in surrender, backing away, happy to go and upload them to his computer as soon as possible.

***

“Betts, what is it?” he asked in panic, quickly coming to her side as he saw the tears in her eyes. He rest one hand in her hair, fingers gripping the delicate silken strands, while the other went directly to her bump. Betty pressed her lips together, shaking her head where she stood in front of their kitchen sink.

“I’ve just gone to the store and we needed garbage bags and I forgot to get them and we’ve completely run out!” she wailed, gesturing viciously to the trash can like it was the enemy. Jughead blinked in shock, face like stone for a single moment, before he cracked. He burst out laughing, tears springing to his own eyes as he doubled over, clutching at the aching strain creeping into his sides. She glared at him disapprovingly.

“Is-is that all?” he wheezed, pretending to wipe away a drop of moisture from beneath his eye.

“It’s not funny, Forsythe Jones!” He sobered slightly at hearing her use his given name, amused smile still dancing around the edges of his mouth. “I’m so damn emotional all the time it’s driving me insane,” she moaned, eyes titled downwards at the corners in frustration. He pulled her close, planting a kiss to her forehead. She sighed, closing her eyes to enjoy the soothing sensation of having him close, sifting through every mixed feeling battling for attention in her head.

“I know, sunshine. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this is for you. You’re incredible,” he murmured against her skin. Her sniffles signified she’d calmed down somewhat. “Would you like me to go out and get garbage bags?” he asked, tone soft. She stiffened slightly against him,

“No…” she said tentatively. He pulled back to look at her in question, one eyebrow raised. “I can see them under the counter, they must’ve rolled out of the bag,” she admitted in a small voice, cheeks red at her hormone induced outburst.

***

“Jughead? Jug? Jug, are you awake? Juggie?” The chorus of his name pulled him from the depths of his slumber, groaning as he blinked groggily into the darkness.

“Hmm,” he managed to get out incoherently. He turned his head to look at Betty, finding her sitting cross-legged next to him on her side of the bed. He rolled over, hand coming out automatically to run over the ever-growing swell of her stomach. “You okay?” he asked, voice still thick and gravelly with sleep.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, placing her tiny palm on top of his hand. There was a pause as he waited for her to continue.

“Was that all?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice underneath the frustration at having been woken at some ungodly hour.

“You know what sounds good right now?” she asked, completely bypassing his question. He was more awake now, leaning up on an elbow to look at her with teasing eyes, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.

“What sounds good?” he questioned, indulging her. Betty bit her lip against an excited smile.

“Salt and vinegar chips covered in warm nutella,” she grinned, eyes sparkling even in the darkness. He huffed out a laugh, just about getting used to her cravings by now.

“Betty, would you like me to get you salt and vinegar chips covered in warm nutella?” he asked with a smirk. She looked away from his teasing eyes, shrugging gently.

“Well, if you’re up…” she replied cheekily. He laughed, throwing his head back slightly before rising up to capture her lips in a loving kiss, moving down to drop another to her stomach before throwing the covers off his legs and making his way downstairs.

***

Betty had her feet propped in Jughead’s lap, his magical hands rubbing her sore, swollen ankles. She tipped her head back, letting out an appreciative sigh, eyes sliding shut.

“Hey, Betts? What do you want for dinner later? I could make that pasta you like or-” His sentence was cut short as her hand flew out, grabbing his arm. “What?” he asked in confusion. Betty’s eyes were wide and unfocused.

“Say something?” she all but whispered, turning her gaze to focus on his face.

“What? What do you mean, Betts, what do you want me to say?” he asked, still entirely bewildered. Tears shone in her eyes, a look of complete wonderment lighting up her face. She grabbed his hand, placing it on her lower belly.

“Talk,” she commanded. Jughead finally understood her meaning, features rearranging themselves into one of apprehension, suddenly nervous at what to say.

“Are they moving because of-” He felt it. One swift quick beneath his palm. His throat closed up as he dropped lower, resting his cheek against the bump, Betty’s hands instantly going to his hair.

“They can hear you, Jug, they like your voice,” Betty whispered, glowing as she stared down at her husband. Jughead took a steadying breath.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered. “How’s it going in there? I’m your daddy…”

***

“I’m home!” Jughead called out into the house as he kicked off his shoes, throwing his jacket onto the rack. “Betts?” he asked when there’s no reply, wandering into the living room in search of her. Suddenly she was flying at him out of nowhere, his arms filling with a strawberry scented goddess. There was no preamble as she pulled his mouth to hers, running her tongue over the seam of his lips, begging him to open them for her. She used his resulting groan to gain access, swirling her tongue with his, pushing every curve of her body roughly against him. Her hands were in his hair, tugging gently at the roots, or gripping his bicep, or running over his back, everywhere all at once, surrounding him. He pulled back when they were breathless and panting, eyes slightly glazed and pupils blown. “Well, hello to you, too,” he gets out between pants. “What did I do to receive such a gracious welcome from my wonderful wife?”

“New pregnancy symptom,” she heaves, slightly exposed chest dancing enticingly before him from where her already low cut top had fallen askew. “I’ve been so ridiculously turned on all day and you haven’t been here,” she admitted almost accusingly, eyes trailing shamelessly over his body. All the blood rushed from his head, moving directly south as she bit her kiss-swollen lower lip, eyes darkening by the second.

“Well,” he began, throat thick. “We should definitely do something about this,” he said, nodding, face serious. “As husband and father of your unborn child it is my job, nay, my duty to take care of your every need during this pregnancy,” he finished formally. She giggled prettily, flush moving down to spread over her neck and chest. The next minute she let out a surprised squeal as he scooped her up into his arms, heading for the stairs.

***

“Okay… if we just… yep. There, do you see? It’s a girl,” the technician announced, offering the couple a small, pleased smile.

“A girl!” Betty murmured excitedly, gripping at Jughead’s hand tighter. He felt as if all the air had left the room, chest tightening.

“A girl,” he repeated, tears forming in his eyes.

Betty could tell there wasn’t something right on the way home, not voicing her concerns but still throwing him worried glances every so often during the drive, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel.

She found him later in his office, folded in on himself, back against the wall, hands pulling at his dark, mussed waves.

“Juggie? What is it?” she whispered softly, trying to join him in his spot on the floor as slowly and gracefully as possible. He looked up at her, eyes rimmed red.

“We’re having a girl, Betts. A little girl, and she’s all ours. What if I mess her up? What if she ends up…” he choked on his own tears, pushing back the memories of his own youth. Betty pulled his head to rest against her chest, cradling it gently as she rubbed soothing circles against his back.

“Shh, Jug, it’s going to be okay. We’re not our parents,” she reminded him, repeating his famous words to her. It had become almost like a mantra for them over the years of their relationship. “You’re going to be the best dad ever, this little girl isn’t going to know what darkness looks like with you in her life. She’ll be safe, and loved, and it’ll be all thanks to you. To us,” she whispered into the top of his head. His shuddering shoulders began to calm as he sucked in large gulps of air, evening out his breathing until he could pull back to look her in the eyes.

“You’re right,” he mumbled. He knew she always was. “We can do this,” he affirmed, more to himself than to Betty. She reached up to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“We can do this.”

***

“Ugh, why did Veronica have to set a dress code? Who wears smart-casual to a barbecue?!” Betty shouted as she tried to pull the zipper up her back, the fabric of her dress pulling tight over her giant, swollen belly. She’d certainly grown during her pregnancy. Jughead told her daily that he’d never seen her more beautiful. She didn’t believe him, usually telling him so as she wiped yet more sweat off her forehead, or relieved herself of more bodily gasses. She felt utterly gross. “I’m so huge!” she sulked, throwing herself onto the edge of their bed as quickly as she could manage.

“Beautiful, Betts, you’re beautiful!” Jughead reminded yet again, shouting from their bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled, rubbing a motherly hand over their daughter. “Oh!” she called suddenly as she felt a clenching sensation in her lower abdomen. “Juggie?” she called tentatively, waiting for the sensation to hit again.

“It really doesn’t matter what you wear, Betts, it’s just Veronica and Archie’s barbecue, no one will mind,” he replied back, misinterpreting her call.

“Jughead, come in here,” she said, more firm this time. His head appeared in the doorway, brows raised at her sharp tone.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going into labour,” she told him, raising her eyebrows in return. She could see the moment the panic switch flicked on in his eyes. He dashed about the room, throwing things all over the place. “Juggie, calm down, we have time!” she tried to soothe, unable to stop herself from laughing at her overly concerned husband.

“Bag! Where’s the bag? Have you seen my keys? Babe, are you okay, you’re not gonna have her right now are you?” he fired off in a fluster. Betty just rolled her eyes, waddling slowly towards the front door, knowing he’d be close behind.

“Come on, Juggie,” she laughs, “Let’s go have a baby.”

***

He was in awe. Even a week later he couldn’t believe he’d made something so wonderful, so beautiful, so small. She was perfect. He ran a finger over her tiny, soft fist, other arm wrapped tightly around Betty’s shoulders as they both stared down at their daughter. Theirs. The life they made together.

“She has your eyes,” she mumbled as Juliet blinked up at them with her big blue gaze. Jughead smiled, happy to be any part of her. He could see Betty in her entirely, though, something he was sure he’d be eternally grateful for.

“She has your wisdom,” he whispered, grinning as her tiny flower petal lips opened in a perfect O while she yawned. “Thank you,” he whispered against Betty’s temple some time later, both of them still watching their daughter soundly sleeping in Betty’s arms now, releasing the occasional snuffle as she dreamed.

“Thank you, too,” Betty replied, turning her head to barely brush her lips against his. They had made a new life, not just in their daughter, but for each other, and that was something he’d never be able to stop saying thank you for.

Writing Prompt Day 1

Writing Prompt Challenge Day 1: Put your phone on shuffle; write about the very next song that comes on.

Pretty Handsome Awkward by: The Used

Now, Joji isn’t gay, but he can definitely tell that Ian is handsome. No, that’s not quite right. Ian isn’t really handsome, he’s pretty. Ian is a pretty boy and Joji isn’t gay, so telling him would probably give the wrong idea.

Ian is gay, and he knows for a fact that Joji is both handsome and pretty. Every time that Ian sees Joji, he wants to tell him, but he’s a bit too awkward for that. And Joji isn’t gay, and that would be weird.

But of course, Ian’s dumb mouth, and Joji’s stupid vocal chords decide to act up one day. It was inevitable. They’re filming in the rain and they notice each other at around the same time.

“Hey you’re-“The two of them start exactly in time with one another.

Ian pauses, allowing Joji time to speak, “You go ahead.”

But now the spotlight is exactly on Ian and the ignorant film of puppy-dog love isn’t clouding his brain anymore, and he’s not so sure that he really wants to state that Joji is good looking anymore. So he invites Joji to instead finish his own statement, “Nah man, it wasn’t that important, go ahead.”

Joji finds just as soon as Ian, that he too does not enjoy being the center of attention. So he splutters for words until Max seems to steal the air from his lungs in one patronizing suggestion.

“Why don’t you two just kiss already?” He sarcastically asks.

The obvious hint at an ironic joke is present in a voice, and it’s just enough to stop Joji and Ian from defending themselves, but not enough to stop the embarrassment that makes it known in the flooding of blood in their cheeks. It doesn’t help Ian’s case that Joji now looks like a stricken prince soaked with rain water, and Joji himself struggles to keep his thoughts contained when he notices the way that Ian’s blush seems to reach out to his ears and nose, which he seems to find very adorable.

“How about we say what we mean together on three?” Ian offers hesitantly. Joji nods an agreement.

“One,” Ian starts.

“Two,” Joji continues.

“Three!” Max shouts annoyingly.

“You’re really good looking!” Joji and Ian shout simultaneously, and it drowns out the “You two are faggots!” from Max.

Silence falls over the three of them but Max is barely containing his laughter. Ian and Joji both take a breath as though they want to say something, but a deafening thunder strike cuts them off.

“Let’s get into the car, boys,” Max says, just as the rain turns from a sprinkle to a downpour.

Ian and Max run and unlock their separate cars, and in a moment’s decision, Joji runs to Ian’s car instead of his own. He wants to talk. Because he didn’t expect Ian to be thinking along the same lines as him, and he most certainly didn’t expect to be so flattered by the compliment. Joji finds that he really doesn’t want the feeling that he gets in his chest when Ian smiles and laughs at him, that he would rather not stare at Ian’s soaked body because his shirt is stuck tight to his skin, and that despite not wanting it, he also does want to feel Ian’s lips against his own, because they look oh so very pink and kissable.

Now Ian’s had a crush for ages, but part of being a closeted gay is that things like that weren’t to be voiced. And so it never was. But the fact that no one, except for him, knows about his sickeningly heartfelt love for the somehow attractive man, doesn’t stop his mind from panicking and his thoughts from racing when said man climbs into his car unexpectedly and sopping wet.

“George?” Ian openly questions.

“Hi,” Is Joji’s only reply to hearing his name.

“Why are you in my car?” Ian barely breathes the words out because Joji’s body scent mixed with cologne is amplified by the rain, and even though that may sound absolutely disgusting, it’s actually very attractive and hard to ignore. It’s even harder to ignore when you both happen to be sitting in the back seats and Ian curses himself for not immediately getting into the driver’s seat.

“Because we’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and I needed to get inside somewhere,” Joji answers like a smartass.

Ian shakes his head, and takes his glasses off, as they’ve now fogged up from the air conditioning and humidity combined. “I mean; why are you in my car? You have your own car,” The words figuratively fall out of Ian’s mouth and slowly trail off as he’s now distracted by Joji’s defined body and Joji’s adorable, black, and slightly too long curls of hair framing his face. It all makes his gorgeous, almost black eyes stand out. It’s quite a breathtaking view.

“I jus’ wanted to talk to you,” Joji’s words also seem to fall away, as Ian’s jawline, just recently lit up by a strike of lightning, and fairytale hazel eyes seem to leave him without air in his lungs and no good explanation on his tongue. Joji mentally slaps himself for thinking the word “hazel.” Hazel means that he’s screwed. Hazel is the way you describe someone’s brown or green eyes when you’re in love with them. He should have noticed how deep of a pit he had dug himself into before he went and climbed into paramour’s car.

“Talk to me about what?” It comes out like a sigh and can hardly be qualified as a question from Ian’s mouth. But honestly, how could you expect him to be in complete control of how his mouth moves when he’s so busy watching the mouth of another right in front of him?

“About how pretty you are,” Now, Joji doesn’t normally think before he speaks, but even this is a bit much for him.

Ian’s breath seems to catch and he looks down from Joji’s lips to the floor, the entirety of his face now stained a bright red, “Um-“

Joji also seems to realize what’s happening and his eyes widened as an apology is ripped from his mouth in a hurry, “I’m sorry that was really weird of me to say-“

“No, it’s fine,” The car falls silent after Ian says this, and they listen to the sound of rain for a few seconds.

Joji tries to keep his gaze fixed out the window, but it’s extremely difficult to focus on one thing when your whole body is screaming at you to focus on another.

“I think that you’re attractive, too, for the record,” Ian finally admits, breaking off what was left of Joji’s concentration on the rain outside. “Wow, we’re being really gay right now,” Ian half says and half laughs the sentence.

Joji feels his heart make a strange, fluttery motion, which in turn leaves him light headed and flushed in the face. It hits him again how much he wants to kiss Ian, and Joji hasn’t been known to shy away from what he wants, but for some reason he really doesn’t want to fuck this up.

Joji seems to ignore the bit about them being really gay, and makes Ian currently feels like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Joji isn’t helping by looking at him like he’s the most desirable thing he’s ever laid eyes on. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, I’m actually,” Joji takes a deep breath in and then continues, “Really glad that you did.”

Ian isn’t sure how to respond because he realizes that Joji’s face is a lot closer than he last remembered, and he can feel his friend’s warm breath on his face. It smells like the mint gum he had chewed earlier.

Without his pink suit, glasses, hat, or any of the other silly props that he wore, Joji really was incredibly good looking. That was a conclusion that Ian came to a long time ago. He hadn’t really gotten to elaborate on that conclusion until this moment. Their heads are so close now, but Ian swears he hadn’t moved an inch, or at least he didn’t think that he had.

“Ian,” Joji’s voice is deep and barely a whisper, his eyes are dilated and Ian almost gets lost looking at them, “Can I kiss you?”

Ian can barely nod, just a slight movement up of his head, but it registers and suddenly Joji’s lips are on his, and they fit together like Lego pieces, but so much softer.

Ian’s eyes close as he melts into the sensation, breathing in slightly as they break apart, only to reconnect, and leans into the feeling of Joji’s calloused hand gently holding the side of his face and brushing against his hair.

Joji finds it strangely cute when their noses brush, and how Ian is seemingly very unexperienced with kissing. It feels like Joji is thirteen again, just kissing for the first time, because of how hesitant and then immediately eager Ian responds. Ian’s tongue somehow finds its way into the equation, awkwardly pushing against Joji’s lips at first, until Ian finally relaxes into it. For a moment Joji questions if Ian has ever even kissed someone before.

Ian reaches out for someone to hold on to, and ends up grabbing on to Joji’s shirt and pulling them closer together. His other hand also finds its way to Joji’s t-shirt, feeling his smooth muscles through his shirt, before sneaking them under the hem of the fabric.

Joji gasps quietly at the sudden feeling of Ian’s cold hands trailing up his chest, but quickly connects their lips together again, missing the feeling already. He’s not quite able to focus on the fact that he’s currently making out with one of his, male, best friends, but he is able to focus on how he never wants to stop as he rests his arms over Ian’s shoulders.

Ian gets closer in every way that he can, and ends up in a bit of an awkward position, with Joji pressed up against the door, but Joji doesn’t seem to mind, so Ian doesn’t care either.

Ian slowly works up Joji’s shirt, about to pull it up over his head, until a loud banging shatters the nirvana, and Ian falls back onto the car seat, away from Joji.

“Come on ya homos, the rain’s stopped, let’s finish the skit,” Max’s voice sounds loud and clear from outside the car, while he knocks on the door window, obviously amused.

Once again, red hot embarrassment works its way up both Ian and Joji’s face. They stare at one another.

Ian grabs his glasses and clears his throat, “Yeah, uh, let’s go finish the skit.” Ian proceeds to clumsily open the door and nearly fall out of the car, and Joji catches himself smiling at how nervous the other man is, and how sexily messed up Ian’s hair now appears.

Well shit, man. Maybe Joji is gay.

Do you really consider fucking in this empty classroom whilst we're in detention?

Request:  jungkook and you hate eachother in school, you both get detention, confess and then fuck

Requests are open!!

A/N: The title says it all. I’m a sucker for jungkook at the moment. I have not really proof read this sorry.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook

Word count: 2 k

“Jungkook please just let me get to class.”

“Nope.”

This day had been shit to begin with. And it wasn’t even 9am. It was like one of these cliché teen romcom movies. You had overslept cause you didn’t hear your alarm going of but you could still make it if you hurried everything. Then your first make up attempt had failed so badly you needed to remove it and redo it entirely, but you still could make it if the rest went smoothly.

It didn’t. Searching for clothes to wear took up most of the time left and when you finally headed out of the door you could see the bus at the end of your street. The wrong end. It had already passed your stop and since your parents were both at work you had to take your bike. When you finally arrived at school you were completely out of breath but only 5 mins too late.  And then Jungkook happened. Whilst you had locked up your bike in the bike parking rack he had come over to annoy you as of so often. And since there was a fence around and only one small gap to leave he could block that easily. He was way taller than you and also stronger so your chances to push him away were 0.

“Why do you always have to annoy me?”

“I just want to spend time with you babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Why not? Don’t you want to be my babe?”

“Just let me pass and go to class I’m already 10 mins late, pleasee.

“Fine.”

He finally let you pass and walked with you to your class. You entered the room and sat down quietly to not disturb the others. Jungkook on the opposite made as much noise as possible, sitting down and putting his feet up his desk.

“Mr Jeon, you have been late to class for the third time in a row now.”

“The fourth.”

“Pardon?”

“I have been late to class for the fourth time in a row now.”

“Oh well excuse me then. See you in detention, Mr Jeon. And you too, Mrs y/l/n.”

“What, no,  but teacher I have been late only once and I didn’t do it on purpose I swear…”

“No further discussions.”

You sat back down on your chair and gave Jungkook your best death glare. Why was he always so fucking annoying?

The classes passed slowly and when the bell finally rang for the last time and you could usually go home you were heading towards the detention room. Detention was rarely sitting in a room full of other people and do nothing like it’s portrayed in all the movies. The teachers at your school usually had brilliant ideas of what you could clean, tables, rooms, yes even the classic removing chewing gum. So when you arrived Jungkook was already leaning against the door frame waiting.

“Nice to see you again babe.”

“Definitely not my pleasure.”

Your teacher arrived soon, cleaning utensils in her hand and still looking mad. You sighed and followed her Jungkook closely behind you his hand on your lower back.

“Thank you Jungkook but I think I can perfectly walk by myself.”

You whispered under your breath so the teacher couldn’t hear but Jungkook seemed completely unfazed.

“Alright, welcome to detention, you will both clean this classroom, you got 2 hours, then I’ll pick you both up. And you better be done by then. If you have any problems please don’t ask me I’m at a teachers conference for now, don’t disturb us.”

With that she left the room and closed the door, her heel clicking on the hallway as she walked away.

“Now we got 2 hours all for ourselves, baby.”

“Yes and we will fucking clean this room and that’s it, nothing more.”

“We can clean this room after I’m done with you.”

His voice was so low and gravelly that your determination seemed to crumble. He was good looking. He was tall and muscular and his messy black hair was parted in the middle so you could see a nice bit of his forehead. And yes you had maybe sometimes a tiny crush on him. But he still was an asshole.

“In your dreams, Jungkook.”

You handed him the mop as you kneeled down to start cleaning. After about 5 minutes of your concentrated cleaning, which basically was you trying hard not to think of Jungkook, you noticed he hadn’t moved one bit. You turned around and leaned against the wall, staring down right at your ass. Those stupid cliché school uniforms with a fairly short skirt.

“Would you please stop staring at my ass.”

“Only if I’m allowed to touch it.”

His fucking dumb smirk, you wanted to wipe it right out of his face. You stood up and walked in his direction.

“Fucking hell Jungkook would you please just stop annoying me and dragging me into bad situations and then flirt in really weird way and call me babe..”

He interrupted your sentence, grabbing you by the waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You were surprised and first stilled in shock but his lips were so soft and gentle that you basically melted into his touch and closed your eyes to kiss him back. After a few moments he pulled away and you tried to catch your breath.

“What was that for?”

“I have had a crush on you for at least a year now but as you can see I didn’t handle it very well. This morning when I didn’t let you go to class I wanted to ask you out on a date but couldn’t do it in the end so I hoped we would at least both end up in detention so I could spend time alone with you.”

You looked at him in disbelief. Why was day such a teen movie cliché? And why was the only thing you wanted right now that Jungkook would kiss you again? You decided that at that point of the day you reached the fuck it stage and just wrapped your arms around his neck, lifted yourself on your tiptoes a bit and kissed him again. He responded immediately, crashing his lips harder and needier onto yours. He turned you around so now you were pressed up against the wall. His hands motioned you to jump so you could wrap you legs around his waist and didn’t have to stand on your tip toes any longer. You grinded against him to gain some friction and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. He ,moved away from your lips onto your neck slowly sucking some hickies into the skin.

“Do you really consider fucking in this empty classroom whilst we’re in detention?”

“Hell yes I do, I’ve been imagining fucking you bent over a desk for so long now.”

You could feel how you got wetter with every word he said. He found your sweet spot and a moan escaped you.

“Yes exactly baby, that’s what I want to hear.”

He fumbled with the buttons of your blouse and threw it on the floor, your bra following right after. His lips kissed their way until they reached your nipple softly sucking on it. When he dragged it between his teeth gently your back arched with a moan. He took the other nipple between his fingers and rolled it.

“I bet you are already dripping, but I should check to be sure. I would love to make you cum once before I actually fuck you. How convenient that you have to wear a skirt.”

He carried you to one of the desks and sat you down on the edge, then he kneeled down in front of you. He pushed your skirt a bit higher but didn’t take it off.

“Ahh yes, I can see it, you’re soaking wet. And I can feel it too.”

He dragged a finger over your clothed slit and your hips bucked into his hand.

“I see you’re already impatient. You’re glad we don’t have all the time in the world so I can’t tease you.”

He pushed your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit. Smirking he looked up to your face to see your reaction when he pushed a finger inside without a warning.

“J-Jungkook.”

“I love to hear my name out of your mouth baby.”

He added a second finger and sped up the rhythm reaching your spot with every thrust. You soon started clenching around his fingers.

“How about another finger, huh? We want to make sure you’re well prepared won’t we?”

He pushed a third finger inside and you couldn’t take it any longer. You were squeezing his fingers inside of you as you reached your high. He made sure to fully ride it out before he removed his fingers. He got back up to his feet and stood between you legs, holding your waist tightly. He lowered his head until he reached your mouth and kissed you passionately.

“Ready for the real deal baby?”

“If you promise me to never call it that again.”

He chuckled as you got up onto your weak legs and slowly turned you around to press your upper body against the table. The cold surface felt heavenly against your nipples and you could hear him unbuckling his pants. A moment later you felt the tip of his dick running a long your folds and you whimpered.

“I’m so sad we don’t have time for teasing, I will need to do it another time, you will see I’m good at it.”

“J-jungkook please just fuck me already we can talk later.”

“As you wish princess.”

He finally pushed his dick inside of you stretching your walls. He let out a low grunt whilst you let out a long moan. You clenched a few times around him and lowered his head to grunt in your ear.

“You feel so damn good baby, but if you won’t stop doing this I will probably not last long.”

“Then start fucking moving.”

He did as you wished pushing in and out of you in a steady rhythm hitting deep inside of you. But it wasn’t fast enough for you, you wanted more.

“F-faster please J-Jungkook.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice as he picked up the speed thrusting into you in an incredible pace, hitting your spot with every time. You were nearing your orgasm again and he could feel it as you started clenching around him repeatedly. He reached around your waist and started to rub your clit again matching the pace of his thrusts.

“J-Jungkook I am s-so close.”

“I know baby, just let go.”

Your vision went white for a few moments as you had reached your high. With a few precise thrusts Jungkook has reached his high as well grunting lowly and moaning your name. He rode out both of your highs with sloppy thrusts until he pulled out of you. You were both trying to catch your breath as you got up from the table and sat on it weakly.

“So what do you think about being my girlfriend?”

“Oh I don’t know you seem to be quite an asshole.”

“You didn’t seem to think that just minutes ago.”

“Yes but I couldn’t think coherently minutes ago.”

“Please, just go on a few dates with me, you won’t regret it I promise.”

“Calm down, I was joking, I would love to be your girlfriend, but please don’t get me into detention anymore.”

“But this was so fun.”

“Yes but if I am your girlfriend now we can do this at much more suitable and comfortable places.”

He smirked at you as you picked up your bra and blouse and got dressed again. Just as you were both done the door swung open.

“Just as expected you didn’t do any cleaning in here. Whatever,  just go home, detention is over now.”

She sighed deeply and walked away as Jungkook grabbed your hand and lead you out of the school building.

“Where are we going?”

“My place, you said now that you were my girlfriend we could fuck at much more comfortable places.”

kavesinisukka said:
Prompt time: I’ve been wanting Derek to come back to BH with that ridiculous 70s pornstache Hoechlin has in his new movie. And Stiles just being unable to get over it.

Okay, this is just ridiculous, I hope you enjoy it :)


“I don’t understand,” Stiles says, sitting on top of the picnic table in his backyard.  He frames out Derek’s face with his hands, squints his eyes a little, like maybe he’s imagining it. Nope, still happening. “Do you think he lost a bet with Cora?” His hair is feathering, he looks like he should be wearing tube socks and a brown leather jacket. He’s a pair of BluBlockers away from being a 70s porn star, it’s ridiculous.

“He seems more relaxed,” Scott offers with a shrug.  He’s tapping his fingers on his knees and staring at the burgers his dad’s grilling and probably only paying sixty percent attention to what Stiles is actually saying.

That Derek has shown up after nearly a year of being gone and is suddenly chewing gum. How his big shoulders hang loosely under a too-tight ringer t-shirt.  How he throws his head back when he laughs, and blushes when Stiles’s dad claps him on the shoulder, and how there’s a big hairy mustache over his upper lip and no one is mentioning it.  No one is bringing it up at all, how there’s possibly a dead animal attached to Derek’s face now; it’s big enough to be a squirrel or a small kitten or a ferret—what is happening here?

And the real tragedy of this entire situation, the thing that is hurting Stiles, deep down inside, is that whatever is going on with Derek is totally doing it for him.  Crap.

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Unexpectedly: Part 4

A neighbor!Dean x Reader/ AU drabble series

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A/N: Here is part 4. I hope you guys like it! Please send me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue this little drab series! I love neighbor!Dean! ♥

Word Count: 857

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the bottom)

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The kiss still lingered on your lips hours later, as you stood in your bathroom attempting to put makeup on and do your hair. Even after Dean had left your apartment, you floated around your apartment on cloud nine, putting the finishing touches on your new home. Every few minutes you’d check your phone, to see if Dean had texted. Finally, when you felt as if your heart was going to explode, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You felt your stomach flip, as Dean’s name flashed across the screen.

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Is this my happy ending?

Title: Is this my happy ending?

Word Count: 1934

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam 

Request: We need part 6! We need a weeding, some domestic fluff and cute couple stories!!

Part six would be nice it would kind of like an epilogue of fluff in my opinion or maybe even reader being pregnant but that’s really up to you thank you you writing goddess:)

A/N: Part Six! Wow. I never intended this to become a series and now here we are. This will be the last part of the series because it’s time for Dean and the reader to become the happy ending they deserve. I hope you like it and again, thank you so much for staying with me during this crazy ride of a series. I love you guys.

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“I can’t believe I am doing this oh my god”, you muttered under your breath and looked down at the beautiful white dress you were wearing, your wedding dress, before looking up again. Your eyes met the ones from your sister who was standing next to you. You both looked in the big gold framed mirror that had been placed in front of you and she gave you a warm hearted smile. The smile you loved so much on her.

“You look really beautiful Y/N”, she told you and you slightly blushed at her words. Today was the day, you thought to yourself. Today you were going to marry Dean Winchester. You had only met him seven Months ago on the day before your sisters own big wedding day.

The two of you had met in a grocery store. How many people on this planet were able to say that they met the love of their life while buying toilet paper and chewing gum? 

You had asked him to play your boyfriend for the wedding because you didn’t wanted to sit at the singles table next to the boy that had puked on your prom dress in High School. Who would have guessed that this arrangement would lead into a weeding? 

Dean and you had pretended to be a couple for only two days before he fake proposed to you, only to break your heart a few hours later. He broke your heart because he though that he would break it anyway. When he died. When his year was over. When his time was over.

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Waiting On The Post

Camila’s boyfriend is in the army. He’s been deployed for awhile. Sending and receiving letters is the way they communicate. Camila awaits the mail everyday on her apartments front steps. She is greeted by the elderly mailman Al. They became friends and chat about the weather, gossip about the neighborhood and even her boyfriend. He always gloats over his wife. She loves the cheery old man. But one day he doesn’t show up. Instead there is a female replacement. Everything changes when she takes over Al’s mail route.

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Ten/Rose AU: A Sun Will Always Sing {1/2}

Pairing: Ten/Rose
Genre: Tutor/Student AU
Wordcount: 5700~
Rating: Teen

“I could help Rose Tyler with her homework.”



“You’re failing.”

It’s the same old refrain, once again. Rose kicks her foot out beneath the desk and her toe makes contact with the old steel frame. There’s a dull thud that sounds tinny in the stuffy office. It’s a tiny room, bare walls and rusted file cabinets and a loud clock behind her teacher’s frizzy head. Tick, tick, tick.

“Yeah,” she replies after a while, when it becomes obvious she’s supposed to say something. Rose shrugs. She wishes now that she’d kept her wad of chewing gum to have something to do with her mouth, but the secretary in the office is so mean-looking she decided not to risk it.

The teacher sighs. “Do you understand what that means, Rose? Do you know what will happen if you continue to fail?”

I’ll go get a job in the shops an’ quit wastin’ time here, she thinks. Jimmy works at the shops, he can get me a job.

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