and it was his day off

Baby Sister

Summary: The reader is a year younger than her brother, Steve Harrington. She has been sneaking out to see Billy and Steve finds out. A little bit of Billy fluff as well….

Author’s Note: These boys I SWEAR. I’ve seen a request to do a part two, so let me know if that’s something you’d like. xxxx

Originally posted by hcrringrcve

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The Arrangement (pt 10)

You woke up around 6 in the morning. Though you were incredibly tired, you had too much on your mind and sleep didn’t consume you like you thought it would. It was still dark outside at this time, and you were slightly hungry. Now that you were eating for two, you were eating more frequently. 

You were scared to go out into the kitchen though. What if Jimin was also awake? You weren’t ready to face him yet. There were so many things that he had said and you wondered how long he had his doubts about your relationship. Did he still love you? Did he still love your baby? 

You tried to calm down again. You sat down and thought about the situation at hand. If you were in his shoes, what would you have thought? It was a little ridiculous to plan for a birthday party about two months in advance, you had to admit it. But it was the only way you could pull off the party with your work schedule. You thought back to all the times you tried to hide your phone away from Jimin or closed your laptop when he came and sat next to you. I guess you really did seem suspicious. 

But did that warrant the things he had said. The hurtful things? If you were in his shoes…. you would have talked to him. You would have asked him straight up. Why? Because you love him and trust him. Sure, things were moving fast between you two, but didn’t he always assure you that he felt the same way you did? That you both were on the same page?

Clearly not. You realized that maybe he didn’t trust you as much as you trust him. So maybe your love him outweighed his love for you. So where exactly did that leave you and your baby?

You rubbed your hand over your growing stomach. You had been busy for the past few months sure, but your love for the baby grew each and every single second. When you first heard the heartbeat, you cried. You made the baby your number one priority. You still worked hard at work and tried to balance your new life. Clearly you didn’t do such a good job. But like you said, the baby was your first priority. You were determined to work things out with Jimin for the sake of the baby. But you still needed time to settle your emotions. You needed time.

Jimin had made his way back to his shared room with you after trying to get you to open the door. He felt terrible. He should have just talked to you first! He should have never doubted you. Why then, did he? He decided that it was because he was too afraid. Too afraid to lose you. And as these thoughts flooded his mind, he eventually fell asleep on the empty bed, wishing so much that you were there in his arms. 

When he woke up, the sun was shining and he turned to the clock. It was already 9! He jumped out of bed and quickly brushed his teeth. He ran out the room hoping to find you. Your door was open! He ran in, only to find it empty. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he noticed breakfast already on the table. So you were awake. Where the hell did you go on a Sunday morning?

A little note caught his eye on the table though. It read “I need time before we can talk about this. Please just give me that much”. He didn’t know how he felt after reading it. At least you were willing to talk to him at some point in the future. But he just wanted to hold you, hug you, and kiss you at this very moment. But he knew that he shouldn’t push you or his luck. So with some gratitude, he ate the breakfast made for him and sauntered back to his room, wasting his day away.

You went to your best friend, Suji’s house and decided to spend your day there. She could tell you were upset, and you finally told her everything. Everything from the beginning. About how the marriage was forced, how Jimin and you were so unhappy at the beginning of the marriage. Even everything that happened last night. 

To say that Suji was shocked was an understatement. She listened patiently and she was crying along with you by the time you were done. “How could you have not told me anything till now! You’re my best friend and I didn’t know you were struggling like this!” she all but yelled at you. You gave her a sad smile. 

“Sorry” you said. “It was hard not telling you, trust me. But I couldn’t you risk telling my parents, I know how close you are with them” you reasoned. 

“What makes you think I won’t tell them all this now?” she questioned. Your smile fell. 

“Suji please don’t. I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told you everything. I can’t deal with the stress of you telling my parents. Please, I’m begging you” you said. 

“I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell them. But you need to start telling me everything too! I swear to god, if I see Jimin I’m going to slap him silly” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you going to forgive him?” she asks.

“I need to talk things through with him honestly. But I can see where he could have had his doubts. But I’m still really hurt with what he said. But I…I just love him so much Suji. I don’t want us to fall apart because of this. I think we can get through it. He did look really apologetic afterall” you reasoned. 

“Ok, but if he pulls anything else I won’t keep quiet” she says. 

“And you won’t have to” you promised. 

The next couple of days were terrible for both you and Jimin. He was trying so so hard to give you the space you wanted, but it was eating at him. He wanted to talk to you again! Meanwhile, you didn’t know when to start talking to him again. You simply made his meals and went to work. You didn’t say anything to him but you missed him like crazy. You needed to talk to him soon. Jimin hated being at home with you when you were just going to ignore him so he would try to spend time with his friends. Usually, he would just end up drunk though. 

Taehyung meanwhile noticed the change in you both. He felt bad and he knew he shouldn’t get into it, but he hated seeing you both like this. So, he decided that he needed to get you two to talk. Jimin had texted him to meet at a bar later tonight, so he decided to ask you to get dinner around the same time. If he was lucky, he could make you two run into each other and force you two to start talking again. 

Jimin waited patiently at the bar for Taehyung to arrive. But it seemed like Taehyung was running late, so Jimin started on a drink before his friend arrive. Since the party, Taehyung didn’t bring up the situation again, and for that Jimin was thankful. He still couldn’t tell his friend what he had accused both you and him of. 

Jimin felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and he jumped at the sensation and turned around to see who it was. To his disappointment, it was his ex. 

“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” she purred. Jimin wanted to visibly gag, but he kept it in.

“None of your business” he said, turning back around and taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh come on. Clearly things aren’t going well. Otherwise why would you be here on a weekday night instead of being with the mom to be?” she asked, sitting down next to him. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the reason for this. If you.. If you hadn’t placed those thoughts in my head.. I could be.. I could be happy right now” he said, honestly. But he knew that he couldn’t really blame his ex completely. He was the one who spewed the hateful words to you and he could never take that back. Jimin downed his drink at the thought. 

Jimin stopped paying attention to his ex, who was practically drooling at him. He couldn’t get his mind off of you and anything that Jiah had said went in through one ear and out the other

Taehyung had suggested you grab drink at a local bar. You thought it was suspicious, especially since you couldn’t drink at a time like this but he assured you that they had really good food. You didn’t really think twice, and went along with him. You were quite hungry after all. 

Meanwhile Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated. Not only was Taehyung running late, but Jiah was talking his ear off. Though the alcohol calmed him down a little, it also gave him to confidence to finally tell Jiah off for good. 

“Jiminie don’t you remember all the fun trips we took together? Those were so much fun, don’t you miss those days? Remember the ski trip we took? It was so cold! Maybe we can go to Hawaii or something next, I’ve heard is absolutely gorgeous.” she rambled. It kind of amazed Jimin how dense she was. What did he ever even see in her?

“Jiah, I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you left. I have a wife and a kid on the way and I love them to pieces, ok? They are my world now. There is place left for you in my life, so I kindly suggest you leave when I’m still being nice”  he said, finally facing her. 

Jiah was surprised to say the least. Jimin was never this…rude to her. Even when he broke up with her, he was pretty nice about the whole thing. But this, fueled her anger. She huffed and got up out of her seat. She made it across the bar near the entrance when she saw both you and Taehyung approaching the bar. If she couldn’t have Jimin, then no else could, she thought. 

She quicky made her way back to Jimin, who had her back faced towards her. Taehyung looked around to find Jimin, and his eyes landed on Jiah, who also made eye contact with him. Taehyung was so confused and before he could register what was going on, Jiah turns around Jimin and kisses him. Taehyung lets out a little gasp and you follow his eyes to sight in front of you. There stood Jimin, kissing another woman. 

You let out a little gasp yourself. Your eyes immediately begin to water and your heart breaks all over again. You spent the last couple of days trying to piece it back together, but it was like Jimin came and shattered your heart to even tinier pieces. 

Jiah pulls away, happily and smiles directly at you. Jimin was too shocked to process what even happened. Taehyung had seen enough though. He immediately crosses the bar to confront his friend. You stay by the entrance, not being able to move but you start to sob and people around you were starting to stare. You didn’t even care if people could recognize you at this point.

Jimin wiped away Jiah’s lipstick from his mouth, still finding it hard to believe that she had to audacity to kiss him when he had just told her to get out of his life. “Jiah, what the he-” Jimin started before someone grabbed him by the collar. 

“How fucking dare you” Taehyung all but growls as he lifts Jimin up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. “How could you do that to Y/n?” Taehyung questions still. If people weren’t looking before, they sure as hell were now.

“T-Taehyung-ah” Jimin stutters out. Jimin theoretically didn’t do anything wrong, but his friend didn’t know that. To anybody else, it would just seem like two people sharing a kiss. 

“You said you loved her. How could…how could you be kissing Jiah now?” Taehyung continued, his anger only increasing. During their little encounter, Jiah had also conveniently slipped out but not before giving you one last smirk before exiting the bar. 

Jimin ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, trying not to meet his friends eyes. Why couldn’t he just say that Jiah was the one who forcefully kissed him? While trying to formulate words, Jimin’s eyes landed on you by the entrance. HIs eyes widened in shock. “Y-Y/N” he whispered. 

You finally made eye contact with your husband and your sobs only increased. Jimin tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip, but Taehyung had pulled him right back. 

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage” Taehyung said, firmly gripping onto Jimin. Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to face you and it hurt them both so much to see you in this state. You held one hand over your baby bump and another over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You couldn’t stand there anymore and ran out the bar. 

“No, wait!” Jimin yelled across the bar and tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip once again. “For the love of God, let me go Taehyung!” he yelled back at his friend. “I need to get to her, please. It wasn’t what it looked like” he said, pleading now. Taehyung looked into Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was probably telling you the truth. He hesitantly let him go.

Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and ran out behind you, but only to see you quickly get into a taxi. He ran up to the taxi, but it was too late. You were already driving away. Jimin paced around the street, frantic. Where was his car? He needed to follow you! Taehyung ran out behind him. 

“I don’t think you can drive right now, let me drive you” he said. And before Jimin could answer, Taehyung had already ran to fetch his car. Soon enough, Taehyung pulled up on the street with his car. Jimin quickly jumped in, but your taxi was long gone. The boys decided that you were probably heading home though, so they drove there as fast as they could.

You couldn’t control your sobs in the taxi. Even the driver gave you pitiful looks. “Uh, where to, young miss?” he asked slowly. You gave him the address to your friends house. You called her along the way, but unfortunately she was out of town on a business trip, but she told you where she kept the spare key and told you to stay for as long as you liked. Suji, your friend, knew not to push the matter, especially over the phone. But she still told you to call her once you somewhat calmed down. She knew that Jimin was probably the reason why, but being out of town made Suji feel helpless. What could she even do?

“Y/N, I know you’re really upset right now and we can talk about that later. But sweetheart I need you to take care of yourself, at least for the sake of your baby ok? Please try to calm down a little and call me again once you’ve settled down. Stay as long as you need, ok? I’ll be back in around 3 days” she says. You could only mumble a yes before hanging up. You were thankful for Suji, but you were in no state to be thanking her right now, especially when talking was hard over your sobs.

Jimin kept urging Taehyung to drive faster and as they pulled into the front drive way, Jimin practically jumped out of the car before the car even stopped. Jimin frantically tried to open the door with his keys, but his hands were shaking too much. He just had to see you and explain things to you and make things right. He promised himself that he wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, but this wasn’t something he saw coming. Hell, it wasn’t really even his fault. 

Jimin finally opened the door, but the house was dark and empty. He quickly turned on all the lights and ran around the house, hoping to find you in one of the rooms. Taehyung slowly walked in after, watching as Jimin ran around, yelling out your name. “Jimin, I don’t think she’s here….” Taehyung says, rather silently. Jimin stops in his tracks. 

“Do you just think she hasn’t got here yet?” he asks. But he knew the answer. You weren’t coming home tonight. 

Three days go by and Jimin is desperate at this point. He couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone. Even Taehyung tried to get a hold of you, but failed. He felt like this was partially his fault since he was the one who brought you to the bar in the first place. 

Jimin could function, not when he didn’t know where or how you were. Were you ok? Were you eating? Sleeping? How was the baby? He knew this time was crucial for the baby, and he didn’t even want to imagine anything happening to the baby. 

And what was worse? He couldn’t even tell his parents or yours. Every time they called, he would lie and give them an excuse as per why you couldn’t come to the phone. The guilt was eating him alive, and Jimin was dying to see you, and make sure you were ok. 

Jimin tried to think back to all your friends that you had told him about. But his mind was drawing a blank. Instead, he had his friends look into it the first day you were gone. By the third day though, Taehyung had found the address of your best friend. Taehyung remembers you telling him about her, perhaps even setting up a blind date for the two of them. He had kindly declined at the time. He even ran into her at Jimin’s party. 

Taehyung texted Jimin the address and Jimin rushed out the house the second he saw the text. He knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t be there, but he was willing to try anyone or any place at the moment.

The last three days for you were…terrible. You hadn’t been able to stop crying and you honestly felt numb. You couldn’t eat properly or sleep. You tried, you honestly did. You tried to force down some food for the sake of your baby, but it was just so hard. You were under an immense amount of stress. Suji still wasn’t back from her trip, but she had texted you that she would be back soon.

You woke up that morning and you immediately felt like something was different…something was wrong. You were more dizzy than usualy and there was a dull pain in your stomach. You tried to push the feeling away and thought you were just hungry. So you brushed your teeth and washed your face, hoping you would feel somewhat better, but the dizziness persisted. 

You tried to make your way to the kitchen, but you had to hold on to the sides of the bed or the table to steady yourself. By the time you got to the small living room, that dull pain suddenly felt more sharp and tears started to well up in your eyes. 

You heard a loud knock on the door. You tried your best to walk to the door without stumbling. You prayed to god that it would be Suji, and hopefully she could take care of you because you were honestly about to pass out at any moment. You opened the door and your eyes started to droop, but you could make out the figure in front of you. “J-Jimin” you started. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like, ok? Jiah is the ex I told you abou–” he started, trying to explain things quickly. He was too scared and nervous and he didn’t even seem to realize that state you were in. But before he could get another word out, your interrupted him. You pulled at his shirt.

“J-Jim-Jimin. Hel-help me” you said, before finally passing out and falling into his arms. Jimins eyes widen in shock as he falls to the floor with you in his hands.

“Y/n? Y/N-yah? What’s wrong? Baby? Are you ok?” he asked frantically, tapping on your cheek lightly trying to get you to open your eyes. Jimin’s heart raced a million miles a second, especially when you had no signs of opening your eyes. Thankfully, you were still breathing. But that’s when Jimin saw it. 

That’s when Jimin saw the blood rolling down the sides of your legs

A/N: I’ll end this part here. WHEW talk about angst?! And on that note…happy early thanksgiving! PLEASE tell me what you thought about this part in the comments below or to my inbox. Any feedback is appreciated. I honestly read each and every single comment. Also, I don’t proof read so sorry for all the mistakes. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

ok listen, i’m all for Luffy growing stronger and reaching new limits after every fight… however, with that said, i can’t help but find it completely unrealistic if he somehow manages to beat Katakuri before the end of this arc, especially after having seen what Katakuri is capable of. besides, Luffy wasn’t able to take Doffy down, at least not without Law’s help. neither was he able to defeat Cracker, if it weren’t for Nami’s assist. so there’s no logical explanation as to how he could possibly hope to defeat the likes of Katakuri all on his own, at least not at this point.

also, what ever happened to learning to pick your battles?? Luffy doesn’t have to win this fight against Katakuri to win the war. like c’mon, the stakes are obviously much higher than ever before now that the yonkos are involved, so it’s only natural if he loses or resorts to escaping from this one fight! in fact, anything else just wouldn’t make much sense. and i think this should clearly serve as a lesson to never underestimate the yonkos.

PLUS, they’ve achieved everything (and perhaps even more) that they’ve set out to accomplish on the island. get Sanji back? ✓check. get the rubbings of the poneglyphs in Big Mom’s possession? ✓check. literally all that’s left is for Luffy & Sanji to meet up with the rest on the Sunny-go and GET👏THE👏HELL👏OUT👏OF👏THE👏ISLAND!


Remember Me (Lullaby) performed by Gael García Bernal, his daughter Libertad García Fonzi, and Gabriella Flores

Gael on getting to record with his daughter:

“Ah, it was beautiful, it’s one of those moments. Acting definitely gives you so many moments that you think, ‘We’re so lucky— I’m so lucky doing this job. I never thought that I was gonna live off the job I love doing or these experiences that I love doing. Then you get a chance to have a beautiful postcard for life.
This is gonna be something that my daughter one day will see when she’s, I don’t know, sixty. And it will be really fun for her to remember and to hear ourselves there and it was such a great opportunity. And also she was really happy to do it but also like to say ‘I just put it out there and that’s it.’ ‘I don’t want to do anything more.’ It’s good, it was really fun. It is wonderful. What a gift with such a beautiful movie.” 

the different ways to say ‘i love you’

Summary: different ways dan and phil say i love you
word count: 2.9k
a/n: uh i wrote this about 5 months ago and i never uploaded it anywhere so

1. “It reminded me of you”

Sometimes when Dan goes shopping by himself when Phil isn’t with him, he gets lonely because he’s used to pointing at ugly and funny looking objects and saying ‘hey it’s you’ and having Phil give him a look that would remind him of The Office and break out into a grin and then they’d both laugh at the object.

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Do You Wanna Be A Serpent? Part 6

She was sugar and honey and everything right about the world, her lips were soft as satin and her hands buried deep in his hair sent the kind of chills down his spine that he only felt when the cold poured from his body and warmth took over. She was blonde ponytails and tiny skirts, she was motor oil and worn out novels, she was light and dark, fire and rain. Betty Cooper was everything and there was no way on this planet Jughead Jones was going to lose her, not now and not ever.

She was healing him, stitching up the broken pieces of the young Serpent hole by hole.

Since that kiss in the girls locker room the two had been inseparable, you hardly ever saw the beautiful cheerleader without her leather clad boyfriend towering over her frame. He was intimidating , that much was certain, from his gang of bikers that followed closely behind no matter where he went, to the protective and slightly frightening gaze he cast on nearly every Riverdale Student who dared to stare just a little too long at his Betty. And she was, his that is, he treated her as an extension of himself, and he supposed She was, she was carrying his heart after all.

But there was one minor problem, a nagging itch that tapped at that back of Jugheads brain, an insecurity fed by years of mistreatment and shame. Betty had yet to invite him to her home, it had been just two weeks since the beginning of their relationship but it still weighed heavily on Jugheads mind. Any talk of her family was quickly pushed aside, her parents were never mentioned and all he knew of her home life was that her sister had gotten pregnant and went to live on a farm in Tulsa. He wanted to know all of her and her family, her upbringing, that was such a huge part of her it seemed to leave an empty gap in Betty’s heart, one she wasn’t willing to give away quite yet.

Not that he didn’t mind their nights curled up on the couch in his fathers trailer, Betty’s perfectly hand written notes for the blue and gold sprawled out beneath them. One night Betty walked into his tiny home with an armful of clothing, tattered and torn, her cheeks rosy as she dropped the clothes on the couch, her hands reaching in her back pack for a sewing kit, when Jughead had stared at her curiously she just smiled.

“Sweetpea asked me to fix up a couple of his shirts and I guess a few of the gang heard that I’m pretty handy with a sewing needle so they asked me to do a little mending.” She shrugged, her smile bright as she changed the topic to the latest drama on the cheerleading team.

That was one of the things jughead loved most about Betty, she never judged, never pitied, she just…did. Most of the women on the Southside weren’t particularly the maternal type, most of the young Serpents moms had run off shortly after they were born and the ones that had stayed? Well, They weren’t the type to fix clothes or cook dinner.

But Betty was. she was happy to come over and make dinner for Jughead and his friends, happy to patch up the bruises and cuts that the gang members would get after particularly brutal street fights, she did it all with a smile, a real one, one so genuine it lit up the entire room. The once dark and dull Southside seemed to be getting brighter by the day. It was no secret that the tiny journalist was the main reason for the change.

That brought them to where they were right now , Betty’s legs wrapped around jugheads waist, her hands in his hair as she peppered kisses to his neck, her button down blouse halfway undone. She was sin personified and normally he was plenty happy to enjoy the feel of her perfect body pressed against his, her curious hands exploring, setting sparks to his skin. But tonight? Well he was a little distracted.

“I want to meet your parents” he mumbled into her loose honey blonde waves. The sentence was muffled in a mumble and it came out sounding more like “ na mee your parents.”

Betty pulled away, her eyebrows scrunched, a giggle escaping her lips as she ran her fingers down his jaw

“Come again handsome?”

Jughead let his hands wander Betty’s curves before he took a deep breathe, his rainstorm blue eyes meeting her meadow green ones

“I want to meet your parents.” He spoke more clearly.

Betty stiffened, fingers falling from his face and pulling away as she buttoned up her blouse

“My parents aren’t home. They’re away.” She spoke briskly, sliding from his lap and adjusting the the tiny green skirt she was wearing.

“For how long?” Jughead pressed, he was still shirtless but now he was standing, trying desperately to get her to look at him, to explain.

“I don’t know Jughead, god why do we even have to talk about this? I met your dad, you don’t really need to meet my parents. We know we’re official what does it matter?” Betty huffed, her arms crossing around her chest, the button down she was wearing rose up on her forearms revealing a deep purple bruise, fingerprints visible around her wrist.

“What the hell is that?” Jughead barked, moving to her so quickly she didn’t even have time to pull down her sleeve before he was gently clutching her arm in his hands.

Betty inhaled sharply

“someone must have grabbed me too hard at practice last week, it’s no big deal.”

Jughead stopped back, something dangerous in his eyes

“I know bruises Betty, and that ones fresh, you haven’t had cheerleading practice in two days and you’ve been wearing long sleeves for three. It’s summer Betty, now tell me. Who. Is. Hurting. You?” He didn’t want to scare her but he was damn close to shaking, his words coming out in a growl, someone was hurting his girl, Someone was hurting Betty and he was going to find out who.

“No one! No one is hurting me! Just drop it Jughead, please!” Betty cried, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she backed into the trailer wall.

“Bullshit! Someone is beating on you. I’m your boyfriend! I want to help you! God Betty just let me help you!” He was yelling now, his hands flaring.

Betty shook her head aggressively

“I don’t need your help! Just leave it alone, I’m asking you to leave it alone!” She begged.

“I can’t leave this alone Betty, you know who I am, What I am! You have to tell me who’s doing this to you, I’m not going to let it happen again, I can keep you safe!” The dark haired boy was pleading with her, searching her face for some kind of indication, he was such a fool, he hadn’t seen it, hadn’t paid attention to the bruises.

“no one can keep me safe! Don’t you get that?! I’m not safe anywhere!” She was sobbing now, her chest heaving under the anxiety and guttural cries

“What about your parents? Your dad? Does he know?!”

It was just a split second,a flicker of her eyes, the way her body tensed at the mention of him. Jugheads eyes widened, in an instant he was grabbing his leather jacket and pulling his shirt on, his hand was on the door handle when he felt Betty’s body press against his

“Where are you going?! Please stop, just stay please, just stay!” Her entire body shook with unrestrained sobs. “I need you to stay.” She whispered her voice so broken he had no other option but to turn around and wrap his arms around his beautiful girlfriend, sliding them both down the wall and squeezing her against his body.

After a few minutes Jughead whispered

“I want to kill him. I want him dead.”

Betty shivered against his chest

“Sometimes I think I do too. It’s been happening since I was little, it’s why Polly ran away, she wanted to take me with her but I couldn’t leave, I can’t leave my mom. I wasn’t lying when I said they went away, they left this morning for a journalism convention they’ll be home tomorrow .”

Jughead nodded slowly, wheels turning in his mind

“You’ll stay here for the night, I want you right next to me, where I can see you, feel you.”

Betty nodded, not a moment of hesitation

“I don’t really want to be alone tonight.” She whispered

Jughead shook his head

“You’re never alone. Not anymore, I’m right here sunshine and I’m not going anywhere. Not now and not ever.”

After what felt like hours Betty’s breathing slowed, her head pressed against his chest slipped slowly. She was sleeping, thank god. Jugheads arms moved under her knees, picking her up bridal style as she sleepily swung her arms over his neck involuntarily, finding comfort close to him even in her dreams. Gently laying her down into his bed and sliding into the space beside her, the Serpent Prince stared down at his beautiful princess, he had meant it when he told Archie he was going to protect her, keep her safe.

He was willing to do whatever it takes.

I sucked my teachers dick

I’m 26f and when I was in high school I had a teacher that really turned me on every time I saw him. He was my wood shop class teacher and also was the head coach to the football team. He was black and buff and would always wear sweat pants the kind that you could see his dick print thru and omg was he hung. So I decided to start teasing him a lil by always wearing low cut shirts to school under my sweater and when I would go into his class I would take off my sweater( I had double d titties at that time already lol) and bend over in front of his desk or ask him for a hug so he could look down my shirt. So on a certain day I knew he was gunna have lunch in his room and I went to his room at lunch asking him if I had left one of my books to start bs conversation. I was already feeling horny cause I knew I wanted to to something with him, I kept on fixing my bra on purpose making my tits jiggle for him. I was asking him how much me benched since he was so buff and I asked him if I could feel his muscle on his arms, then I asked him if he worked out his abs he said yes, I asked him if I could see and feel them. He stood up and I noticed his dick print so I touched his abs feeling amazed I looked him dead in his eyes, as I’m looking at him I slowly moved my hand down his abs too his dick. He hesitated a little bit but I told him this would be our little secret I wasn’t gunna tell anybody. So I pushed him on his chair I pulled my shirt down and had my tits out, I got on my knees pulled his pants down and he had the biggest black dick I had ever seen. I started sucking on his big fat dick like there was no tomorrow, he also had some big balls and I was sucking on them while I stroked his hard dick. He didn’t wanna cum and make a mess but I told him it’s okay cum in my mouth I will swallow it. I knew he loved that I told him that cuz he then filled up my mouth with so much thick cum that I could barely swallow it. His dick was so good omg, best experience of my life❤️

It’s Thanks– CHRISTMAS

“IT’S CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKERS!” Wilford threw a bit of tinsel on Dark’s head, which immediately turned gray in their aura.

“YEEEEAAAAHHH.” Santaplier barreled into the room behind him, wielding a shotgun.


“FUCK THE PILGRIMS IT’S SANTA TIME!” Santaplier shouted back.

“Okay, I agree with you on that one, but,” Edgar said. “We should enjoy the Thanksgiving meal that’s being prepared for us.”

“Speaking of this meal why the FUCK is a blind man cooking?” Bim interrupted.

“Because I can cook better that all of you.” Host responded.

“And he’s better company.” Dark shrugged the tinsel off their head.

“Alright-” Santa leveled his shotgun at the turkey. “No Turkey Day.”

“NO!” A Jim tackled Santa to the ground.

Wilford made a mad scramble to pick up the fallen shotgun. “I WILL AVENGE YOU.”

“WILFORD!” Dr. Iplier joined the struggle, throwing himself onto Wilford.

“You’re all idiots.” Dark mumbled as they stepped on the shotgun, destroying it.

“MY SHOTGUN!” Wilford cried.

“You mean MY shotgun!” Santa yelled.



“Can we not do this, for one year, please.” Dark groaned.

“No! I will NOT stand for Thanksgiving!”

“You will eat with us or you will STARVE.” Dark threatened.




Nero and his alpha mate, Ago Aapeli, a chocobo rancher.

The first time he meets him, one of the chocobos had gotten loose and approaches a wandering Nero, his princess charm working it’s magic and all. Nero finds the bird’s tags that mark its owner, and sets out to find the chocobo’s home. He rides the chocobo until they near the ranch, at which point the bird breaks into a sprint at the sound of the dinner bell ringing. Nero’s never ridden a chocobo beyond a gentle trot before, and ends up holding on for dear life.

The alpha sees his missing chocobo come running in, a mysterious panicked angel on her back, rushes up to hush the bird, and pets it’s beak as it calms down and ruffles its feathers. He looks up to Nero, the prince staring down all starry eyed, with some strands from his braid having fallen loose.

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Thankful | Bill Skarsgård

Quick lil blurb for the day just because. Happy Thanksgiving to all my American babes!

Description: being cute and giving his thanks for you~

Warnings: just some cute fluff, allusions to sex

You’d hit the snooze button at least 5 times already that morning, continuously rolling over under the covers, finding comfort in the warmth of the body laying next to you. With your phone’s 6th attempt to wake you from your slumber, you finally gave in and grabbed the device to turn the alarm off. You turned once again to face Bill, an arm snaking over his chest in an attempt to gently pull him from his state of sleep. You felt him stir and watched as he lifted a hand to rub his face, fighting the lull that was trying to pull him back into a dream state.

“Come on, baby. We have to get up - there’s Thanksgiving dishes to be made,” you said, thinking about how you’ve already lost valuable cooking time. This was the second time Bill would be spending this holiday with you and your family, and the two of you had been given the important tasks of making the sweet potatoes and stuffing. He rolled towards you, snaking a hand around your waist and running it down your body until his fingers found the curve of your butt, squeezing the soft flesh. “You know what I’m thankful for? This ass,” he rasped out, voice laced with sleep, a lazy smile on his face. You huffed out a laugh, and buried your face in his chest, pressing a kiss to his collar bone. “You’re dumb. Seriously, we have to get up. We slept through 5 alarms, Bill.”

He hummed quietly and moved to gently push you onto your back, hands roaming to your bare chest. “Mmthankful for these-“ he said peppering kisses across the swell of your breasts before moving down to your stomach “-and this, and this, this…” You could feel the huge smile plastered on your face, giggling at your lover as he moved around your body, pressing kisses to various places and giving his thanks. As he moved lower you could feel the desire start to build in your body, but you knew there was no time for playing around today, and so you reluctantly brought a hand to his face to grab his attention. You looked at him, eyebrow raised suggestively, “Come on, if you get up and help me make this food, you can show me just how thankful you really are tonight when we get home.”

Karaoke Night

“…But I can’t help…Falling in love…with…you…” Logan sang, looking over the lyrics on his phone another time. Why was this so hard? It was just one song, one hundred and twelve words, twenty one lines. And Thomas was a singer, and he was a part of Thomas, so this shouldn’t be so hard. But his voice sounded robotic, his syllables ran together, and he was so nervous he kept fumbling with his phone. This was going to take a lot of time to learn, and he only had until tomorrow night.

They were holding a karaoke night in the Mind Palace tomorrow evening, and everyone was required to sing at least one song. Roman would probably take over the night in a matter of minutes once everyone else was done, but Logan supposed he didn’t mind. What he did mind was that the one song he wanted to sing to dedicate to the person he was crushing on hard for a couple months now and reveal his feelings to, was so difficult.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask what make he tain fell in love with mo ??

Hi Anon! Of course you can ask me, though please keep in mind this is just my personal opinion. Overall, I think it’s Mo’s fiery personality that made He Tian fall for him. The ‘kick-off’ was when Jian Yi bumped into Mo in the hall at school. (I have my own speculations about why that ‘bump’ occurred but that’s for another day). I’m sure HT knew of Mo, the guy has a reputation of being a delinquent. This was probably the first opportunity HT had to approach him with reason though & he doesn’t hesitate. From that moment there’s obvious chemistry building between them. Something is transpiring, you can see it from the way HT’s focus is solely Mo like he’s the only one that exists in that moment. That intense lip stare?

Iconic. It’s lust at first sight that quickly developed into love if you think about the timeline. HT fell pretty hard. He’s used to people fawning over him or using his intimidation to get what he wants. Mo is not having that & HT has to work for/earn his attention, affection & trust. Are his methods the most orthodox? No, but don’t forget they’re 15, they have a lot to learn but at least HT is trying. Initially, I believe Mo thinks HT is trying to use him as others have in the past but we can see HT is lonely & truly desires Mo’s company. Mo is blunt, honest & doesn’t kiss ass, I’m sure it’s refreshing for HT.

The love in my opinion developed the more HT desired & found ways to be around Mo. (Having Mo come to his house to cook, looking for him at school, kissing him.) I think the kiss and the aftermath are the turning point where HT acknowledged for himself that he truly cares about Mo & his well being & confirms this over the phone with Jian Yi. HT probably fully realized he was in love when he fought She Li. His Business is My Business, again Iconic. Then he goes to find Mo right after the fight, despite being injured. I think in that moment he has to know if things are okay between them, if Mo forgives him, if Mo feels anything for him in return. I think it’s clear Mo does but is trying to understand those feelings himself. I love the chapter after that so much, cuz the boys ride the train, go grocery shopping & cook together. Theres such a sweet honeymoon feel to that chapter. Plus, we get to see HT’s soft & philosophical side where he basically states he can’t help but be drawn to Mo. At this point in the story HT is clearly in deep, with his nicknames for Mo, that moment on the basketball court, the earrings, getting him a job. That grip he had on his shirt in the last chapter, too cute. 

I like that HT is open & has always been about his feelings. Thanks for asking :D

Storm Before The Calm

Smoke And Fire Part 2

Summary: Noelle Harrington is done with Billy’s bullshit.

Author’s Note: This would of been posted sooner but I hated what I originally wrote so I scrapped it and rewrote it! I listened to Halsey(Sorry, Bad At Love, Colors), TSwift(The Red album), the Wicked soundtrack and Aly and Aj(Potential Breakup Song, Take Me) while writing this. Thanks for the positive response from part one! Part 3 will come after the weekend when I get a day off from work! I am taking requests if you want to shoot me a message! 


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One day, Dustin, Lucas and Will come over to the Wheeler's. The table is still full of homework and lose papers from Mike and he hurries to get them off the table, but a few fall down and when Dustin helps to pick them up, his face brightens up and he wears a mischievous grin as he gets his hands on one specific sheet. "Mike, I didnt know you're writing poems now! It sounds sweet though, I'm sure El will love it." He couldn't shake off the nickname Shakespeare for years to come.

Ahhhhh this is so cute!!! They quote his terrible poetry at him for Y E A R S but that boy doesn’t even care because he unashamedly loves El. But you know that they also put bits of it into their speeches at Mike and El’s future wedding. Little shits. I love them.

I feel this. I get the worst fucking migraine

Originally posted by hanzofromoverwatch


  • He is gonna treat you like a fallen god when you are having a migraine
  • All the lights are off. Blinds shut. Ice on head. Tea in hand
  • You want cuddles? You get cuddles!!!
  • He’ll even let you sleep with his dragons
  • This man will do ANYTHING to help you feel better


  • He is gonna turn off all the lights in both the house and his suit
  • Also making you green tea.
  • According to him its the remedy for everything
  • The day ends with him giving up on home remedies and just take you to Mercy
My Day in London: A Review

I just thought I’d share a few points of my day down in London earlier this week.

1. Missed my fucking train. I’d forgotten that there were some major road works going on and didn’t allow enough time to get to the station. The taxi driver very helpfully spent the last ten minutes of the journey telling me that I should have allowed more time until I wanted to knock his block off. However, he made up for it earlier by telling me a story about how he knew all about the history of my home town, Kidderminster, and how in the second World War the British Sikh regiment captured all of the Italian military (no they didn’t), brought them back to England as POWs (no they didn’t) and didn’t have enough prison camps so they closed down all of Kiddermister’s carpet factories (nope) and made people live there and that’s why Kidderminster doesn’t have any carpet factories any more (it has several) and why most of the townsfolk have Italian names (seriously? It’s full of chavs!).

2. Got another train and ended up sitting next to a man who was talking in his sleep in, I think, Korean. I wish I’d known what he was saying, because his two travelling companions sitting across the aisle from us seemed really embarrassed for him.

3. Went to the V&A museum. The guard on the way in to the tunnel entrance gave me the glad eye and told me I didn’t have to have my bag searched because I was too pretty to be a terrorist. This made me feel neither complimented nor particularly safe, but at least I got to take my bottle of Oasis into the museum unhindered. Mmm, delicious Oasis. Even tastier when it’s contraband.

4. I searched for but failed to find @atlinmerrick‘s favourite statue that looks like Martin Freeman in the nip with a peach bum. I did however see some wonderful statues, some nicely gothic ironworks, a lot of beautiful kimonos, and some truly fuck ugly high fashion clothes in the Balenciaga exhibit.

5. Took the tube to Camden and managed to find exactly the same pub that my friend @bagelofdeath and I went to for lunch last time we met up. They do really good pizzas and cider, and have a little upstairs room overlooking a busy junction. So I sat at a table right in the window, looking out at the rain and the traffic, listening to indie rock music and cramming my face with carbs and rocket. Which is a very London thing to do.

6. Wandered up to the lock market for a bit of Christmas present shopping and did my best to avoid the storekeepers trying to ingratiate me. Saw many stalls selling the exact same products, the stall keepers of which all hurried to assure me were handmade by themselves that very morning. You wove all these printed scarves by hand in a morning? Why are you not in the Avengers?

7. There were way more shops selling bongs, marajuana sweets, and similar stuff than last time I was there. Sign of the times, man.

8. As I walked past one shop front the guy at the counter cat called me, which I hate, but he yelled “Hey darlin, where you from?” and when I ignored him he bitterly added “Oh yeah, that’s a really pretty name”, like he couldn’t remember what he’d even asked me, and it was funny enough that I didn’t really care.

9. He did exactly the same thing when I went back down the road an hour later. What a bell end.

10. So. Back on the tube and up to Leicester Square. I had a wander around the Lego store without buying anything, as you do (honestly, it’s more of a museum than anything else), and then popped into the M&M store which smells fucking awful. How do you manage to have a shop full of chocolate products and make it smell like the back of a printer? And who loves M&Ms that much that they want their whole wardrobe to feature them? They’re just Smarties’ inbred cousins! They were having a German Christmas market there too, but it wasn’t anywhere near as good as ours. Fuck yeah Birmingham!

11. Found a tiny second hand bookshop staffed by a woman who was the most perfect fit of a librarian stereotype I have ever seen and it’s genuinely tragic that she doesn’t work in a library. Tiny build, twinset and bead necklace, decorative chain on her wing glasses, nervous demeanor and a itsy bitsy high pitched voice. She was so cute. I bought a book just so she’d talk to me a bit more (and the book turned out to be quite good) and managed to put the Evangelist who had been badgering her into enough of a snit by interrupting him that he left.

12. It was 7pm by now, and time for the actual reason I’d gone down to London in the first place, the stage musical of Young Frankenstein at the Garrick Theatre! It was fantastic. Ross Noble, one of my favourite stand up comedians, was playing Igor and he was great, really enjoying the hell out of his costume and his occasional use of a French Horn. The songs were hilarious and, though they didn’t include my favourite moment of the Affectionate Elbow Nudge, the song that replaced it, ‘Don’t Touch Me’ (Tits! Tits! Tits!) was a real highlight. As was the extended performance of ‘Puttin’ on the Ritz’, and Lesley Joseph’s (72 and still a fox) Frau Blucher who was getting really annoyed with those damn horses. I loved it! If you can get to London before the end of February, give it a go.

13. Back on the train to come home, and spent much of the journey listening to the conversation of a young couple at the table seats opposite who were really not at all on the same wavelength. He would tell her about how often his brother threw up on trains and she would reply that yeah, the special effects on the music video she was watching on her phone would make anyone hurl, and he replied that he didn’t like Spotify either and it made everything look weird, and it was like that game where you’ve got to come up with names that start with the last letter of the name that came before it, except with entire concepts. Also, I played quite a lot of Kitty Powers’ Matchmaker, which was good fun, highly recommended.

14. Birmingham New Street Station is really, really creepy when you arrive there at 12.30 am and nobody is around and you can fool yourself into thinking that you’ll never find the exit and you’ll be wondering around in a tasteful but poorly signposted interior for the rest of your life like a brushed chrome pergatory until you’re suddenly outside and almost falling into a flowerbed and you don’t know what happened.

15. You know that thing where you and a stranger going in opposite directions nearly walk into each other, and you stop, and you move to your right and they move to their left, and you’re still in the same place, so you apologise and both move the other way, and oh no, ha ha, what a to-do, until one of you makes a break for it? While walking home through a pedestrian underpass I got trapped in that idiot dance for a good thirty seconds with the biggest fucking rat I have ever seen. She was the one that made a break for it, and I was honestly surprised not to see a small cowboy riding on her back as the ran past me.

And then I got home and went to bed, the end :)

Saw Thor Ragnarok again! Loved it again! But the scene where no one is bothered by the fact that Odin just turned into twice-dead Loki got me thinking:

Imagine being a background Asgardian tho. Like, you’re invited to the biggest party in the last 3000 yrs but the King cancels and storms out half way through. Then next thing you know, your Prince is exiled, your King is asleep, and everyone’s least favorite second son is in charge now, but only for, like, a day before Thor comes back and he DIES. But not for long, because the Prince disappears again and reappears a few days later and BOOM, second son back from the dead?? But is in prison?? And they both vanish again a year later?? (presumably kidnapped by invaders, you should hear the conspiracy theories) and Thor comes back (not for long) but who’da guessed, Loki is dead again. Things are fine for a while until the Kind (who is a little off his handle, but who wouldn’t be, he’s see things) is (surprise! Not dead!) Loki in disguise and you’re getting really dizzy just keeping track of who leaves and who comes back, but it doesn’t really bother you anymore because you gave up trying to understand the Royal family years ago.

anonymous asked:

How would the allies react to their S/O who's not at all touchy feely when awake being super duper cuddly when asleep like you think you can get out of bed?? Think again

America: “Dude, seriously, admit you enjoy the cuddles.”
Alfred would always try to cuddle them during the day. He would tell them that they secretly love the cuddles. Though if they wanted him to cut it out during the day he would, but at night, he would enjoy the cuddles they gave to the fullest extent. Even in the mornings, if they were still cuddling him from the night before, he wouldn’t move unless it was an absolute emergency. 

England: “Tea can wait a bit…”
Arthur is the exact same way, he will refuse to cuddle or be touchy feely during the day, but will cuddle at night. So he wouldn’t mind his s/o being the same way at all. Though some mornings, while they two were still cuddled up, he would put off his morning routine by a bit just to stay in bed with them and celebrate. 

France: “Do you know how cuddly you really are?”
Francis would always tease his s/o about that..since Francis is a very cuddly person, he’d be upset that during the day they don’t want to be touchy feely..but as soon as they go to sleep, suddenly they can’t keep their hands to themselves? He wouldn’t mind, but he would tease.

Canada: “Hey..let me go..”
Matthew wouldn’t mind if his s/o was super cuddly at night..he’d always sleepily try to push them off…but if they just didn’t budge, he’d just go back to sleep. During the day he is pretty cuddly, so he would miss that affection..but it wouldn’t bother him too much.

Russia: “I need to get up..”
Ivan wouldn’t mind if his s/o was cuddly during the day, since Ivan isn’t always in a cuddly mood. Though, if they ever tried to cuddle with him at night and wouldn’t let him get up, he’d just carry them on his back/arm and continue about his morning.

China: “Do I smell bad?”
Yao would be a little upset without the cuddly contact during the day, he would think it was because he smelled bad or something. Though once he realized it was just how they were, he wouldn’t say anything since he wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable with the contact. Though at night, he would enjoy all the cuddles he could get.