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Shark Emoji Review

A big friendly shark with an adorable shine in their eye! Traditional colors, possibly a great white? Looks like they’re about to ask you how you’ve been and give you a hug. 10/10

Looks like a meany, but is a tough guy with a heart of gold. Pretty shade of blues, like a blue shark! Not as detailed as Apple, but still ready to do business. Will beat up anyone who hurts you and give you a kiss. 10/10

A bold lil fella (pun intended) who ends up getting into pretty risky situations! Cute face of shock, yet curiosity and wonder. Very simple look of a not-so-simple great white. A good baby. 10/10

Don’t confuse this one for a dolphin! This is a shark through and through! Has the curious and gentle face of a thresher, yet no long tail. That doesn’t stop them! I support them. 10/10

Apple’s smaller, and not as detailed, sibling. That isn’t anything bad! Gentle colors and a tiny face to support such a cute shark. Most likely also has a Facebook and posts how much they love their friends. 10/10

Big and shy pal. What has you so sad? Could really use a hug. But, when they hug back, it feels like hugging a teddy bear! An ambigious shark. Cute color that fits their character. 10/10 (+a hug)

Looks like they just took a picture of a random great white. What a beautiful picture though! Looking good! 10/10

Dude with an attitude. A beautiful and confident smile that could draw in anyone. Their dream is to one day have a motorcycle gang and rule the sea. No one tell them it’s hard to ride a motorcycle with fins. 10/10 (+wishes for the best)

Ahh!!! Scared you, didn’t they? Looks like they look up to Jaws! A big fella with cute lil eyes and gleaming teeth. Wants to be a big movie star someday, practicing their moves for their Jaws-not-a-ripoff movie. Bet they will do great! 10/10

Complains: Not enough sharks. That’s it. They’re all beautiful.

(Request) Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @babyblues915

Could you write a one shot of Negan and Rick’s daughter playing pool and then Rick shows up wondering what the hell is going on? 😂 I love the negan x Rick’s daughter dynamic

Warnings: NSFW, swearing as usual lol

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Note: Such a fun story to write! Keep ‘em requests coming! Hope y’all enjoy reading this, especially you babyblues915! xoxo

You were in Judith’s room playing with her when you heard the sound of Alexandria’s main gate being pulled open. Frowning, you went over to the window to check out what was going on. As expected, the Saviors had paid your community another surprise visit on the day that your father, Rick, and the rest were out.

When you headed downstairs with Judith, you saw Carl about to leave the house and immediately called for him.

“Stay in the house, Carl. I’ll deal with them.” You told him as you carefully handed him your youngest sister.

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2x08 coda because so much happened and my boys need to talk 

Once the others have finally poured out of his home, taking at least part of the nervous energy still lingering against the walls with them, it takes Magnus a few seconds to locate Alec and he feels a twinge of anxiety when he realizes that he’s left the safety of the loft in favor of the balcony. Even knowing he’s undone the spell that allowed his guests’ greatest fears and insecurities to fester, the thought of Alexander alone up there makes him vaguely nauseous, images of Alec’s graceful fall too fresh in his mind, too painful still, for him to bear it. 

If he had been a few seconds late… 

But Alec is nowhere near the ledge now. He’s sitting on the sofa, forearms resting on his thighs and head in his hands, fingers tensed and angry where they’re gripping his hair. 

It’s been a long evening for all of them, upsetting at its best and terrifying at its worst, and Magnus wishes there was an easy way to approach this, a simple phrase that could make it all better for both of them. 

He makes his way the couch carefully, steps loud enough to alert Alec of his presence, before letting his body drop heavily next to him. He links his fingers together between his legs, resisting the urge to touch Alec, to force him to look up so he can try and read his face. Instead, Magnus presses his thigh against Alec’s in what he hopes is a comforting manner. So much happened in so little time and he has no idea where he should even start.

He’s still trying to figure it out when Alec speaks first.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he says fiercely into his hands.

“Alec-” 

“I’m not,” he repeats and Magnus knows what’s hiding underneath, the guilt and anger of all the times Alec has felt he failed the people who matter the most to him.

“Hey,” Magnus says instead of replying, putting a careful hand on Alec’s body, adding a hint of magic to his touch, warmth and safety against the broadness of his back. “I know what you’re trying to say but that’s not on you.” 

“Yes, it is,” Alec argues, body tense like the string of his bow. 

“It’s on all of us,” Magnus argues, keeping his voice calm despite the anger boiling in his veins. “Shadowhunters, Downworlders…. we’re all going to pay for Valentine’s actions if he’s not stopped.” 

He still can’t quite believe Clary kept her secrets for so long when they all should have been working together to stop Valentine’s plan. 

“I know,” Alec replies, leaning into Magnus’ body for a second before taking his hands off his face and straightening his back. “I know that, but that’s not…” he sighs, frustrated. “That’s not what I meant.” 

It’s been a long time since Magnus has been on the other side of such fervent protectiveness and he shivers a little at the intensity of Alec’s determination, mind flickering to the charm he now carries everywhere. 

“The thought of losing you…” Alec continues, closing his eyes and shaking his head like he’s trying to convince himself that saying whatever he wants to say is okay, is allowed. “I just found you,” he says softly, trying again. “And thinking about what might happen to you…. it’s just… unbearable.” 

“Well now you know how I felt, seeing you out there,” Magnus replies seriously, gesturing towards the ledge, heart beating faster at the sound of Alec’s sincerity. “And I think you know I can easily take care of myself.” 

“I know,” Alec sighs. His eyes wander to the ledge for a second and he grimaces, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of talking about it, but aware that he can’t say nothing, that Magnus won’t be satisfied by that. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers. “The spell messed with my head, it’s true but I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Clary or Jocelyn. Please.”

Magnus waits for a second, looking into Alec’ anguished face, his closed eyes and defeated posture, and he wishes he could drop it, he really does. 

“You’re not weak Alexander.” 

Alec flinches, trying to move away from Magnus’ body but he’s too quick, moving both of his hands to grip Alec’s shoulders. 

“Letting a demon in,” Magnus whispers directly into Alec’s ear, “feeling consumed by guilt… even failure; none of those things make you weak.”

“Magnus,” Alec begs shakily. 

There are things magic can’t fix, memories that burn deeply within Alec’s core that only time can soothe and no matter how powerless Magnus feels, he has to accept it. 

“Okay,” he whispers before kissing Alec’s shoulder, right next to where his thumb is still digging into the flesh. He lets go slowly, starting to move away from Alec when he feels him grabbing his hand. 

“Thanks,” Alec says, voice small but grateful. “And I’m sorry about tonight.” 

“That wasn’t your fault.” 

“I mean about my mother… and Max,” Alec says with a gulp, eyes wide and sad.

Magnus smiles softly. “I knew what to expect from Maryse when I agreed to throw this party, Alexander. And Max is just a curious child.” 

“Yes but…” Alec hesitates for a second before inhaling deeply and exhaling. “I’m still sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable,” he says after a few seconds, reaching up to stroke Magnus’ temple with a few calloused fingers, stopping in the corner of his eye. 

Magnus feels his smile slipping and he wishes he could hold on to it, wishes he could pretend for a few more seconds, but he feels exposed, cracked open, and Alec has already taken a peek at the rawness inside. 

“I’m more worried I made you uncomfortable,” Magnus admits in a small voice. 

“What?” Alec frowns, looking sincere and offended and isn’t that the most incredible thing. “No, no. You could never make me uncomfortable,” he says vehemently. “Not for that,” he adds softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss in the corner of Magnus’ eyes. 

Magnus leans into the touch, appreciating the warmth of Alec’s body against his, the warmth of his reassuring words. 

“A lot of people have been,” he admits and he wasn’t planning on saying that until it slipped right out of his mouth. He can feel Alec exhale against his skin, heated and tickling. 

“I can’t imagine how,” Alec replies and Magnus turns his head to face him, letting the glamour drop easily. Alec gasps in response, a tiny thing that doesn’t sound disgusted or overwhelmed. “You’re so…” he smiles, cheeks reddening. 

“So what?” Magnus asks, curious now that Alec’s face is painted with embarrassment. 

“Kind,” he replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh,” Magnus says in a small voice and he has been called many things in his lifetime but he’s rarely been called kind, even if he’s always tried to be.

 “Clever,” Alec continues, hazel eyes bright with intensity. “Beautiful. Powerful.”

“Alright,” Magnus chuckles, putting a hand on Alec’s chest to try and stop him.

“I just mean…. that it’s another part of you and there’s isn’t a part of you I haven’t liked so far.” 

“Oh Alexander,” Magnus teases, a hint self-deprecating, “that will come.” 

“And I’m looking forward to it. To get to know all the parts of you that fit with me and all the parts that don’t… and all the ways we’re gonna work to be together despite those.” 

Alec clears his throat and lets his gaze wander to where their legs are still touching. He starts fidgeting like maybe he didn’t mean to reveal this much and Magnus is almost glad that he broke their eye contact because it gives him the time to blink a couple of times and stop himself from crying. 

There are so many things that Magnus could say, so many feelings intertwining in his chest. Instead, he grabs the lapel of the suit he carefully chose for Alec and drags him into a bruising kiss, swallowing the way Alec sighs and moans so beautifully. 

They’re still pretty lucky, despite it all. 

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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.


Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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Eric Bittle Is A Problem

(AO3 here)

Eric Bittle is becoming a problem. Not the problem Jack thought he was going to be in the beginning, no, he hasn’t had to worry about Bittle not pulling his weight on the team since pretty much the first time they played together. And certainly not now, when they work so well together on the ice. And off of it, too; it was surprising, but Jack considers Bittle to be one of his greatest friends, even if sometimes it feels like there’s maybe something shimmering around the edges of their relationship, something Jack doesn’t quite understand, it’s good with them, comfortable and fun in a way Jack isn’t used to.

But he’s becoming a problem, worse, a distraction . A menace, really.

The first time it’s a problem, Jack and Shitty had gotten back from a beer run, and Shitty was explaining some essential feminist theory to him as they made their way from the car to the Haus, “And that, my Canadian friend, is why intersectionality is so important. Like, you can’t really understand anything  unless you understand all of the realities and identities that inform a person’s existence, my man. I me-” as Jack turns to enter the kitchen, the rest of Shitty’s lesson is lost to a loud thrum in Jack’s ear that he distantly realizes is the rush of his own blood through his veins as he almost fumbles the case of beer and the bag of fancy nuts and chocolates that he thought Eric might appreciate- for his bakin g- and had purchased on a whim.

He manages to save the beer and the bag of goodies, but not to suppress the inelegant “ Buh -” that escapes his slackened mouth. Because Bitty is bent over at the waist, looking into the oven and making a satisfied little hum at the progress of whatever is baking in there, and he’s wearing those shorts, the short, short shorts that barely qualify as such in Jack’s opinion. And the way he’s bending is causing his muscles to tense and bulge, and his butt . Oh, Crisse , his butt is like a work of art and on display right in front of Jack, and he is in so. Much. trouble.

Jack manages to turn his random noise into a reasonable approximation of “B-Bittle,” and to reassemble his face into a generally neutral expression as Bitty stands and turns toward him and Shitty, who now stands next to Jack and thankfully doesn’t mention his near stumble. The late afternoon sun slanting through the window catches in Eric’s hair and he appears to glow for a moment, Jack manages not to choke on his sharply indrawn breath at the sight, because Eric Bittle is beautiful, and Jack is awed that he hadn’t noticed it until now.

“Oh, hi, y’all,” Bitty says brightly, a genuine smile lighting his face and stretching his lips distractingly. “You’re just in time, because this pie is almost done, so if you wanted some, you’ll just have to wait for a few while it settles,” Bitty checks the timer with a brief glance before looking back toward the doorway where Jack is still frozen, he quirks a perfectly shaped blond brow as if to ask what Jack’s problem is, but when he speaks again, he says “Did you two have fun at the store?”

Shitty moves into the kitchen, patting Jack’s shoulder on the way, “It smells swawesome in here, Bits. You’re the best!” Bitty grins and a slightly pink tinge paints his cheeks as he watches Shitty begin to put away his beer and the few other groceries they procured. He looks back at Jack, eyes darting briefly to the bag he is clenching before settling back on his face, a curious little smile on his pink lips. It spurs Jack into action, finally, and he moves into the kitchen holding the bag out like an awkward shield.

“These are for you,” he says, sounding too loud to his own ears, and maybe too loud in general, because Shitty looks over from where he’s stacking beer into the fridge with a strange look on his face that Jack will not analyze later. He continues, careful to regulate his volume this time, “Um, for your baking, I mean. I thought you’d like them,” he amends. Jack can feel his face heating, hopes Bitty doesn’t notice, that he writes it off as the heat from the oven, but when Bitty takes the bag and their fingers brush he feels the flush deepen. It gets worse still when Eric opens the bag and he makes an excited little sound.

“Oh, gosh, Jack, thank you! I know just what to make with these,” Bitty places his hand on Jack’s forearm and squeezes gently, repeating a thank you and grinning at him, his smile is open and fond and it warms Jack in a different way than the hot flush that he knows is painting his face and neck now.

“ Bienvenue ,” Jack says, voice a little too quiet and close now. Bitty smiles at his slip into Quebecois. It’s almost too easy to slip into the quiet of the moment, the little bubble of space around them, warmed by the sunlight through the window. They stay close, looking at each other for what feels like a long time, but realistically can’t be more than a second or two, then the sound of Shitty shutting the the refrigerator door and exclaiming “Shit, Bits, that pie smells fuckin’ delicious! Think it’s done yet,” effectively breaks the moment.

Bitty laughs and turns away from Jack, his fingers trail along Jack’s arm leaving a warm tingle lingering on his skin. The buzzer sounds as Bitty steps away fully, and Jack shakes himself, realizes he’s still holding the case of beer and places it on the counter. Bitty looks at him briefly as he takes the pie from the oven, and Jack feels the confusion rumbling through him play across his face, but Bitty thankfully looks away before he notices.

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BTS Reaction to Giving Their Child the Talk

Note: I changed this reaction a bit, so it’s back and hella revamped! (sorry for being m.i.a., I had to finish playing LoZ Breath of the Wild..I dunno if I like Ocarina of Time or the other better djnd) *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ “I really like him, though! Why can’t I kiss him?” Your face was impassive as you nudged Jin on the side, internally laughing menacingly as you made him be the one to give your daughter ‘the talk.’

“You see, baby, it’s not that simple-” Jin froze, spacing off to the side. Was his only child seriously old enough to even..think about those things? He gulped, trying to find his words. “Boy’s are evil, and they only take things from you-”

“So does that mean you’re evil, too? You took something from mommy?” Jin was mortified and you began to burst into fits of laughter in the background.

Originally posted by jinatetae


Suga ➳ Yoongi stared at you as you grabbed an orange and a knife, slowly raising them with your hands and waving them for your daughter to see. “Never let a boy touch you.” You stated and your daughter scoffed.

You stabbed the knife into the orange, juices quickly bursting down the knife and onto your hands. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Babe, what are you-”

“He’ll pop your cherry, and you’ll never get it back.” You took the knife from the orange and the juice slowly dripped onto the floor. Yoongi began to chuckle under his breath as he watched you peel the orange and share it with your daughter.

“I married a weirdo.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


J-Hope ➳ “Grow a pair and tell him already!” He had been lagging on giving your son the talk, and when you refused to let him in your bedroom as you yelled from the other side of the door; demanding he talk to your son — he was distressed. He knew the boy should have known already, don’t they teach those things in school? But there he was, walking to his son’s room as he was thinking of many things to tell the teenager, and once he had opened the door to find his son flushed as he had his hand in his pants, Hoseok slammed the door shut as he ran back to the room in a very flustered state. 

“I can’t believe you made me do that,” the words came out so quickly, and the expression on his face left you in a state of bewilderment, “next time, it’s on you.”

Originally posted by gotjhope


RapMonster ➳ He hesitated once he was outside of his son’s door, wondering if he should really do this or just tell you he already did. You had been nagging him all day to do it, since they were both men they would understand one another best; so when he let himself in his son’s room just to find the boy watching who knows what on his laptop, he cleared his throat to get the younger man’s attention. “Hey, I-”

“I’m way ahead of you.” The boy cut him short, opening his nightstand drawer just to show Namjoon the various boxes of condoms roaming about the tiny area. The older could only mumble an ‘oh,’ before he left the room with a smile. He was saved.

Originally posted by glitchyoongi


Jimin ➳ “Look, we gotta talk.” Jimin stated as he sat down before your daughter. You were in the back, hiding away from your daughter and motioning to Jimin what to say. “Have you been thinking about sex lately?” He said slowly, glancing between you and his daughter.

“Not..really.” She mumbled, typing away at her phone.

“Do you know what happens..when you have sex?” Her eyes shot towards Jimin and he gulped. He was looking around, before he stared your daughter in the eyes; not really knowing what to say. “God is watching.” He randomly said, and when he realized what escaped his lips he began to giggle at what he blurted out. There was no way he could do this.

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V ➳ He was ready. He looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, fixing it up a bit. Yep, today was the day. He was going to do it.

He walked back to the kitchen to find you and his daughter sitting at the table, talking lightly as you waited for him. “We need to talk.” He said, looking towards your daughter and she immediately looked up to him with innocent eyes. He froze, soon turning in his steps and walking away. Your eyes narrowed as you excused yourself from the table and went to see what was up with Taehyung. “What the hell, Tae-”

“Are you sure she’s at that age?” He said. His cheeks were flushing and you nodded as if it was obvious that she was. “She’s just..she’s too pure, I can’t do it!” He whined, smacking his hands to his cheeks as he remembered the cute and curious face your daughter just gave him.

Originally posted by jeonthegreat


Jungkook ➳ He was confident, already in deep as he spoke without staring the younger in the eyes. Jungkook was nervous, and he didn’t want to be there but he wanted to prove to you that he could do this. He explained about how children were made, which his son already knew, and the various ways to protect oneself from getting someone pregnant. “I have a question,” the boy, started as Jungkook nodded for him to continue, “so, did you use protection before you impregnated m-”

Jungkook was shook, his eyes boring into innocent ones as he abruptly got up from the chair to avoid further discussion. “This conversation is over.” He had stated, and when he told you later about what happened; you could only die from laughter as he pouted.

Originally posted by missbaptan


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Haircut

A cute little fic where Baz gets a haircut and Simon just can’t hold his tongue anymore.

Simon

My hand automatically flies to my side to summon my sword when I open my bedroom door and see someone I don’t recognize.

His back is facing me, and when he hears me come in he whips around. “Woah there, Snow, no need for the sword.”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw drops. It’s Baz. Except he’s cut his long black locks short, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. I’m speechless. He was attractive before but now he’s..I don’t even have words for it.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.

“Close your mouth before flies get in there, Snow.” His hands move up to tug at his newly short hair and I can’t stop staring. His eyes look bigger without hair falling in them and I never noticed before but his eyebrows are bloody perfect.

“You-You,” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say but whatever it is won’t come out anyway. “Yes?” He questions with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. “You cut your hair.” I manage to spurt out.

He smirks. Dear Merlin, he looks good. “Very observant aren’t you?” He says in a sarcastic tone. He walks from where he was standing in front of the wardrobe to sit on his bed. I go to sit on my own.

“When did you decide to do that?” I’m still staring at him. I cannot believe how good he looks, he’s got his short locks pushed up into a quiff. “Just today.” He touches his hair again self-consciously. This is a side of Baz I’ve never seen, he seems nervous.

I want so badly to tell him that it looks good but I don’t want it to come out the wrong way, so instead I just keep my mouth shut.

We’re just sitting on our beds staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. Baz scratches the back of his head and breaks our eye contact. “Well, I better get going, see you later Snow.”

He gets up and begins walking toward the door. I can’t let him leave without telling him, it’ll eat me alive. “Baz, wait.” He stops in front of the door and turns around with a curious look on his face. I don’t like how far away I am from him, so I get up and walk toward him.

“It looks good.” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach up and touch his hair. He gives me a confused look. “Your hair, your hair looks good.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and point stupidly at his head.

He gives me a look and I can’t describe, it’s something between longing and hurt. And Merlin and Morgana, when a slight blush begins to form on the tops of his cheeks, I almost lose it.

“Thanks Snow, I have to go.” He turns but I don’t want him to leave. I reach out and grab his wrist. “Stay.” I whisper. I don’t know what exactly I mean by it, all I know is that I don’t want him to leave, not now.

He doesn’t turn around, just stands there with my fingers wrapped around his wrist. Suddenly I feel ridiculous and take my hand away.

“What do you want Snow?” He turns around and I realize his eyes are the color of the sky on a stormy day. “Nothing, I don’t want anything, I just-” I stop myself, I’ve never been good with words and right now is no exception.

“You what?” He grabs the wrist that I was holding and begins rubbing it, like I hurt him. I don’t ever want to hurt him. “I-” I start again, and fail again. “Spit it out, Snow.”

“I like looking at you.” I don’t want to see the look of disgust he’s about to give me so I look at the floor. For a while all I hear from him is shallow breathing.

“Simon.” He breathes rather than says. It sends shivers through my whole body, he’s never called me Simon before. “Yea?” I reply, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” he says quietly, it makes my heart fall to my feet. But I don’t want to, can’t, look at him. I can’t be looking into his eyes when he spits his venomous rejecting words at me. “No.” I say simply. The way I say it reminds me of a child on the verge of crying.

“Fine, I’ll just have to make you.” He says before taking my face in both his hands and kissing me so hard I forget who I am for a second. I never realized it before this moment, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I wrap my arms around his middle and bring him closer.

He slowly leans out of the kiss, leans in close to my ear and whispers “I like looking at you too.”

Valentine's Day Drabbles: Love Note

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Riverdale

It was still a few days before Valentine’s Day but the Holiday was already on your mind. For the past few years you didn’t enjoy Valentine’s day much, mainly because it was a reminder about how cowardly you were. It was a reminder that after all this time you still hadn’t told your best friend how you felt about him. As you were thinking about this that same best friend was sitting across from you typing away at his computer.

“How’s the writing going Jug?” You asked. He gave you a thumbs up but kept his eyes on his screen. He seemed to be really focused.

You however hardly got anything done. You and Jughead both worked at the Blue and Gold. You were supposed to be writing an article for Betty but you couldn’t bring yourself to even start. Sighing you gave up and closed your laptop.

“Wonder what’s got him so focused” you thought as you examined the intense look on Jughead’s face. Curious you stood up, walked behind Jughead, and attempted to read over his shoulder. Unfortunately you only got a flash of a few words because within seconds Jughead quickly slammed his laptop shut.

“Jug?” You raised an eyebrow seeing the freaked out expression on Jughead’s face.
“What’s wrong?”.
Why wouldn’t he want you to read what he had typed up?

“Nothing” Jughead replied quickly. To your great surprise he started to pack up his stuff.
“I have to go”.

And just like that he practically ran out the room, red in face. What was that about? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

A Few Days Later

Valentine’s Day was finally here. It was only 9am and you had already witnessed four couples making out in the hall and another five giving each other gifts. Part of you wished you had just faked being sick and stayed home. You opened your locker glumly but to your great shock as soon as you did a piece of paper fell out. At first you thought it was just a piece of homework you had forgotten to turn in but when you opened the folded note you realized it was much more than that, it was a love note.

You went extremely red as your eyes scanned the page. It was so meaningful and written with such care. For all you knew it could have been written by a modern day Shakespeare. A few girls walking by noticed you reading the note and giggled which only made you blush even more.

“[Y/N] what’s that?”.
You turned to see Betty and Archie walking toward you.

“Er I…I think it’s a… love note” you explained voice shaking. Nothing like this has ever happened to you before. It was almost overwhelming.

“Who’s it from?” Betty asked excitedly. Archie smirked. Something about the look on his face made you feel weird. It was like he already knew…

“[Y/N] who’s it from?” Betty asked again. You blinked.

“Oh I don’t know. They didn’t sign it… it’s probably just a joke anyway. Probably Reggie being a jerk”.
Even as the words escaped your lips you knew they weren’t true. Reggie couldn’t come up with something like this. It was just too full of feeling. Deep down you knew whoever wrote this truly cared about you.
“Anyway I have to go to the Blue and Gold office. I left one of my text books there yesterday”.
With that you waved goodbye to Betty and Archie and jogged off.

Walking into the Blue and Gold office you discovered Jughead was already here.
“You’re here early” you said to him with a smile.

“Hmm what’s that?”.

You looked down and realized you were still holding the note in your hand. You went red and hesitated telling him about it for a moment.

“Ah someone sort of left a love note in my locker this morning”.

Jughead just nodded at this. You frowned. You had expected some sort of reaction but he seemed unfazed by this. If you were being completely honest you were secretly hoping he’d show signs of being jealous.

“It’s was really nice. Who ever wrote it is really good with words” you went on to say awkwardly. You swore at that moment you saw the sides of Jughead’s mouth twitch, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. The craziest idea came to your mind.
“Ah Jug. You wouldn’t happen to know who wrote this would you?”.

“What makes you say that?”.

“I don’t know… Archie seemed to know something and I guess… forget it it was a stupid thought. Like I said to Archie and Betty before it’s probably just a joke”.

Jughead frowned “[Y/N] it’s not a joke. The person who wrote cares about you a lot”.

“How do you know?”.

Jughead paused and for a long moment he didn’t answer.
“I can just tell. I can’t say I’m surprised you got a love note I mean your smart, funny…” he trailed off “you get my point”.

“Thanks Jug” you went over and grabbed your text book you had left behind the other day.
“See you later” you said to your friend and before you could convince yourself not to do it you kissed him on the cheek, in a platonic manor, then walked out the room.

Jughead went beet red at your action.
“Jesus when are you going to just tell her how you feel?” He muttered to himself once you were gone. He wasn’t much for romance but Jughead had spent a lot of time on that letter but he chickened out about actually telling you it was from him. It made him want to punch himself.

SVT Hip Hop Unit React: Being Their S/O’s First Kiss

Request: hi! could you please do a seventeen hip hop unit reaction to them being their s/o first kiss? thank you :)

I am so sorry this took so long ): I still have three requests after this, but a lot of schoolwork to do as well. I will do the jackson (got7) boyfriend au after this if I have enough time!

Again, I’m sorry, but I think I got a little carried away with Wonwoo and Mingyu and Vernon’s reaction ): I made Seungcheol’s a bit shorter because wOW I can’t go any further or eLSE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN


SEUNGCHEOL

Originally posted by cappukino


Your first kiss with Seungcheol (and in general) was short, but sweet.

His fingers were threaded in your hair at the back of your head while his free hand was splayed across the small of your back.

He held you close to his chest when your lips brushed along his own, your breath slightly catching at the contact. Your hands were curiously grabbing onto his bicep and shoulder before they fell limp against his torso when he fully pressed his mouth against yours in a gentle kiss.

Seungcheol cradled the back of your head as he pulled away after a few seconds and he smiled in content, brushing his fingers through your hair.

Your cheeks were a rosy red when you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, biting the corner of your lip with a shy grin on your face, tucking your chin in out of embarrassment. As Seungcheol basked in the comfortable silence, you suddenly hid your face in the crook of his neck which made him hum in surprise.

He had barely heard you when you murmured on about how you just had your first kiss with him. Of course, this surprised him and he pulled away from you just enough to look at you with a pout on his lips, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“I’m honoured, cutie, but why didn’t you tell me? I hope I didn’t scare you much with that kiss.”

WONWOO

Originally posted by hanwooz


“Stop blowing kisses, you’re distracting me.” Wonwoo said with a playful little pout on his face. He was currently reading a book while you were sitting on the other side of the couch; feeling restless and content at the same time.

Even though you were quite new to being affectionate with Wonwoo, you weren’t as shy as you used to be with how much skinship you share with him. He didn’t exactly know that you didn’t have your first kiss yet, he innocently thought that you two just weren’t at that stage yet and was waiting for you to initiate the action first because he wants to wait until you’re ready (what a bean).

But right now, you’re testing his patience without you knowing. Wonwoo’s eyes would discreetly peek at you whenever you blew him a kiss, his gaze focused on the way you pucker your lips. Subconsciously licking and biting at his bottom lip, he flipped the pages to his book without reading at least half of the text. You grinned happily to yourself once you felt content and grabbed your own book from the coffee table to start reading where you left last time you opened it.

As you were reading, Wonwoo put a bookmark on the page he finished reading before putting the book down on the table in front of the couch, watching you carefully with a fond smile on his face. When you were about to reach the climax of the chapter you were on, he interrupted by carefully crawling over your figure with a sigh escaping him, carefully removing your book from your hands. His nose gently bumped against your cheek to tilt your head up as he rest his hands by either side of your hips, carefully leaning closer and closer to you while his eyelids fluttered, his warm breath fanning across your cheek while his fingertips rest underneath your chin.

You knew what was happening and understood the situation, but you just couldn’t react the way you wanted to. You were too shy to initiate what you wanted and Wonwoo was unintentionally teasing you (nah he was doing it on purpose) by pulling back just the slightest whenever you were brave enough to nudge your head forward to press a kiss to his lips. A playful smirk was playing on his lips before he delicately slots his mouth against your own in a featherlight kiss.

Mumbling against his mouth about how he just became your first kiss, he acknowledged what you said with a surprised hum against your soft lips, causing you to giggle at the tingly vibration. He grinned at that and pulled away for a brief second, only to move in for another gentle kiss.

“I hope I can be your last kiss too, sweetheart.” he mumbles cheekily against your mouth.

MINGYU

Originally posted by maymay-lovekpop


This boy kissed you on your fifth date ??? He couldn’t control himself, he just couldn’t. You looked cute that day and his mind was telling him not to but he DID IT.

You two were on your fifth date at the park. Since it’s spring, the cherry blossoms were blooming and the sky was a vibrant lilac. Conjoining your hands together, Mingyu swung your arms back and forth as he held out his other hand to catch the floating petals that fell off of the branches of a cherry blossom tree.

You let go of his hand to let him catch more and more cherry blossom petals. A smile was on your face as Mingyu caught more petals in his large hands. He immediately ran back to you when his hands were full with the baby pink petals, opening his hands before raising them to his face so he could blow all of the silky petals into your face. You squealed in surprise and closed your eyes with a giggle, barely covering your face with your hands.

Mingyu laughed when you blew away the petals that went too close to your mouth, but stopped your hands from removing the ones that fell in your hair because they looked pretty there.

There was an adoring look in his eyes when you let him wrap his fingers around your wrists. You shied away from his gaze while your cheeks flushed a pretty colour that made Mingyu’s breath catch. When you turned your head to look at him, his mouth was suddenly pressed against yours in a firm, but short kiss.

You gently pushed at his chest with a breathy whine and covered your mouth with your palm, your cheeks heating up much more than before. Mingyu had a curious look on his face when you pushed him away, but then smiled, his head tilting to the side in an innocent manner.

“You’re acting so shy, angel,” he cooes adoringly and brushes his thumb against your cheek, leaning in again to just barely brush his bottom lip along your upper. He grins cheekily when he notices your hands gripping onto your shoulders, printing a tender and loving kiss to your lips, “I know I’m your first kiss,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, “and I know you’ll let me be your last.”

VERNON

Originally posted by imaginetheseidiots


You have never kissed anyone before in your life and Vernon knew because you two were a little new to dating. He hasn’t had his first kiss either.

Your first kiss with Vernon was really clumsy (and cute). You two were hanging out with each other at the library and were reading the same book because Vernon chose the book first, but it was a novel you have always wanted to read and so that’s how you suddenly ended up with your back pressed against Vernon’s chest as he read out each page to you with his mouth brushing along the shell of your ear whenever his lips formed a word.

His breath tickled your skin whenever he spoke and it made your skin heat up in embarrassment, but you pretended his whispering voice and the contact of his mouth against your ear didn’t make you feel shy. Your fingers were fiddling with the loose strands on his jeans as he continued reading, his chin now hooked on your shoulder.

He leaned his head on yours and tucked you closer against his chest with a content sigh before noticing that you weren’t paying attention to him reading the book anymore; you were unknowingly staring at his lips. Vernon began to blush at this fact and put the book down with a flustered smile, rubbing your arm as he peered at you, “Are you okay, babe?”

Snapping out of your gaze, you smiled sweetly and nodded just the slightest, mumbling a ‘yes’ in response.

Vernon pursed his lips in thought, his gaze settling on your mouth. A nervous breath escaped him before he tried to lean in. And by tried - I mean tried. Your eyes nearly fluttered closed when you saw him get closer, but he clumsily bumped your noses together with a quiet ‘ouch’. You winced slightly at the sting, but giggled along with him when you both soothed your noses.

After you two settled down, Vernon placed a delicately sweet kiss onto your lips with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

Call Boy II (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

HELLO MY FELLOW THIRSTY HOES!!!!!! I AM FINALLY BACK WITH THE LONG AWAITED SEQUAL TO THE THRILLING FIRST INSTALLMENT OF CALL BOY AKA THE DEMISE OF EVERYONE’S OVARIES!!! LMAO For reals though, I’m so excited to share this with all of you because ya’ll have been sO SUPPORTIVE OF ME AND SHITTY WRITING?????? Special thanks to my NCT writers league babes for bouncing ideas with me!!! I love you all so much! ENJOYYYYYYYY!!!!!

P.S. yUTA LITERALLY BLINDS ME WITH HIS FUCKIN SMILE AND TAEYONG COULD HAVE MY CHILDREN LMAO

P.S.S. And yes, I am still the same blog that posted the original Call Boy smut!! I was @chokemewithjaehyunschoker!

Part I

Originally posted by iloveyuta

Life was different now. 


Every morning you woke up, you couldn’t help but feel amazed, was this truly your reality? How did it all possibly work out? It was too good to be true. You’d thought there would be rough patches, jealousy, lust, secrets…but no. It was all laid out on the table, worn on sleeves for all to see.
At least, for the three of you to see.

Not a single soul other than yourselves knew of your tristes, your arrangement. Sometimes you had to sit and think about who people were to you, how your heart felt. You had a boy with whom you were in love with, mind, body, and soul. But then, there was him.

The man which you craved constantly, pleased you, and who you only were attracted to sexually.

You loved Taeyong, he was your perfect boyfriend, your everything. He treated you lovingly, showering all his affection on you, gave his entire self to you, and he pleased you bodily. With Taeyong, sex was a spiritual experience. You swore every time you made love with him, you entered a higher state of bliss, something you didn’t experience with him.

Yuta gave you everything Taeyong wasn’t comfortable with. You simply had to ask Yuta what you wanted and he would deliver, every time. He never failed to make you feel beautiful and adored, his desire for you and yours for him was from some other world. Sex with Yuta was all pleasure, feelings were forbidden.

Sometimes it was so hard not to feel something though.

While Taeyong was fine with you taking, what he called, “lessons” from Yuta, you and him decided on some ground rules. You appreciated how Taeyong put your happiness and safety first, allowing you freedom, but not so much liberty that he would grow worried.

Yuta was forbidden from videoing or photographing you during your intimate times together, you had stated this early on, not wanting to end up on some porn sight, or where friends and family could see you. No one but the three of you were aware of your special situation, and you were keen on keeping it that way.

You weren’t allowed to spend the night with Yuta, unless some emergency called for it, but you’re not sure why you would have to anyway, you’d find a way back to Taeyong even if it killed you.

An obvious rule, but Yuta had to always use protection, Taeyong was the only man allowed the privilege of coming inside of you. You certainly didn’t want any little ones running around that weren’t Taeyong’s, that would be messy for sure.

The final and most thoughtful rule that you and Taeyong had contrived was that only you and him were allowed to have sex in your shared bed. To you, your bed was a sacred place where you and Taeyong not only slept, but shared your most intimate of times, both physically and mentally. So many loving confessions and beautiful moments had taken place there, you wanted them to remain between where you and Taeyong slept side by side. Your bed was the place where Taeyong could call you completely his and where he was yours. No person, no matter how irresistible, could tarnish the sacred space that was your bed.

But still, Yuta was difficult.

As you slid out of the sheets quietly, careful to not disturb Taeyong’s sleeping form, you thought of how Yuta made you feel. Honestly, you had no idea what to think of him. He was a friend, that’s for certain. He was a means for your pleasure too, an added bonus. As you brushed your teeth, you painted the call boy’s handsome features in your mind, tracing his lips and thinking of that bright smile. For all of his sexual prowess, Yuta was still a sweetheart, something you learned rather quickly when you began to see him regularly. You still couldn’t believe though that Taeyong was absolutely fine with you seeing Yuta almost once a week. He put so much faith into you that you felt a certain responsibility, almost like he trusted you too much.

Today was a Yuta day, or so you called it in your head. You walked back into the room and slipped into some nicer lingerie, knowing which was Yuta’s favorite. A pale pink mesh and embroidered set that complimented your smooth skin and left little to the imagination. You slid normal clothes over that, a simple pair of jeans and a warm sweater to help fight off the cold of the winter day.

You padded over lightly to your sleeping boyfriend, brushing the hair from his eyes as you smiled at how cute he looked. He blinked sleepily, a bit confused before he smiled, pulling you down into a kiss. You moved your lips against his lovingly, savoring the taste of his mouth that you were practically addicted to. There was no one who you’d rather kiss than Taeyong, his lips sinful, soft, and perfect. His hands reached up to pull you onto him, not breaking the kiss as he slid his hands over your ass and gave it a squeeze. You giggled against his lips, making him pull away and give you another endearing smile. His morning voice almost made you squeal as he mumbled, “Off already?”


You nodded, running a finger down the bridge of his nose, “Mhm, I thought I’d go early so we could have the rest of the day to ourselves…maybe dress fancy and get some dinner?”

Taeyong’s hands on your ass were rather distracting as you tried to pay attention to his words. He smiled innocently, but his hands said otherwise as they slid into your back pockets, “Sounds good to me.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you bit your lip to hide your smile, “Okay, I’m off then.” He gave your ass one more satisfying smack that left a delicious sting even through your jeans, “Get going then, baby girl. And hurry back.”

You slid off of him, pressing one more kiss to his lips before you headed out the door. You grabbed your coat, and hurried to the train station, anticipation welling up in you as you still felt the sting of Taeyong’s slap on your ass.
~
Yuta lived in a gorgeous apartment one of his wealthier patrons paid for. He never disclosed their name, but obviously they had to be some celebrity or important figure to afford a place like this. He’d recently grown popular, and his prowess became known to higher people, now he was one of the most expensive in the city. It was sleek and modern, dare you say, sexy even. Yuta had embellished the house in his own personal style, each room so him it hurt. After riding an elevator up and up into what seemed like the clouds, you reached Yuta’s floor in the apartment building, an entire floor just for him…and whatever client he was pleasing at the time.

Today it was you, but you were special in your own way. Different because you didn’t pay a dime and was personally invited by the exclusive callboy himself. You didn’t like to admit it, but you always would flush with satisfaction at the thought of this. To know you were more special than even his most well paying clients made you happier than you cared to say.

You pressed the shiny doorbell, able to see your warped reflection in the polished metal. You heard a neat ding sound from within and a pair of footsteps walking eagerly over to the door. You were greeted by an cutely breathless Yuta who looked you over with hungry eyes, “______, nice to see you again, baby girl.”

Your ears rung with the same pet name that Taeyong left you with, you chest feeling odd as you stepped in through the door. You smiled at the callboy, allowing him to take your coat and hang it next to the door, where his own chic coats were located. He looked so beautiful doing such a simple task, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to reveal his tan forearms. He knew how much you liked it, never failing to be as visually pleasing to you as possible.

He gave you one of his winning and brillant smiles, walking over to a breakfast bar in the kitchen, “I was just making coffee, care for some?”

You nodded eagerly, trying to calm your nerves that you always got coming over, “Yes, please.” This was a new routine of his that he had started recently, inviting you to do something mundane and normal before taking you to his lustrous bedroom. It had confused you at first, but you didn’t think much of it, merely seeing it as him trying to be more of a friend to you, rather than a fuck buddy. You appreciated it, liking this opportunity to know more about who Yuta was and find out his personality.

He brushed his soft brown hair from his face, pouring coffee into two oddly cute mugs and fixing it up how he knew you liked it. He pressed the mug into your hand and leaned a hip against the counter, looking so effortlessly gorgeous, “Rather early for us isn’t it?”

You blushed, never able to adjust to how casual he was about your tristes, “O-oh, yeah. I just had some things I wanted to do later.” You tried not to mention Taeyong around him, only because it felt strange and awkward.

Practically reading your mind, he pressed casually, “With Tae?” His face remained composed, not giving away what his voice did: jealousy.

You nodded not noticing his tone, sipping your coffee nervously, “Yeah, we haven’t gone out for dinner in a while, so it thought it would be nice.”

Yuta set down his mug, having drained his coffee, “Well that sounds nice, I hope you have fun. Now,” his demeanor completely changed, slipping into something a bit more mischievous and dangerous. “Why don’t you tell me a little about what your wearing? I’m a bit curious you see.”

Your face flushed, your own attitude morphing into one more playful and coy, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would,” he countered, pressing both hand onto the countertop in such a dominant way that it made your womanhood ache.

You set down your own mug, trying to remain composed and still unable to detect the apparent jealousy in Yuta’s accented voice, “One of your favorites.”

“Oh?,” he settled back down again, not bristling as much as before. “I’d like a peek.” He smirked leaning against the counter, knowing fully well that you couldn’t stand it when he acted cocky.

Two could play at that game though, you weren’t as quick to give in as before. You’d learned over time how Yuta acted, his mannerisms and tactics, how he got the girl every time. You put your hands behind your back, playfully sauntering away towards where his lux bedroom was, “Why don’t you come find out?”

You didn’t give him time to reply, smiling to yourself as you walked off to his bedroom. He shook his head, mirroring your expression as he allowed you some distance to walk into his room before he followed. How he loved when you teased him back, so much different than the first time he’d fucked you.

Inside Yuta’s naturally lit bedroom, you went to work shedding your clothes and leaving yourself like a little pink present on his silky bed. You adjusted your lingerie, securing the cute dainty bows that kept your bra in place and fixing your panties so Yuta had a view of some cheek. Sprawled out on his bed, Yuta walked in, his gate sauntering and confident.

He licked his lips, seeing you look so eager for him, “I love how you’re so needy, ready to have my cock inside your pretty little pussy.”

It was like a switch, the moment Yuta walked into his bedroom, all semblance of sweetness was gone. Lust and dominance were the only thing running through his mind as he lazily undid the belt on his jeans. Your lids were heavy with want as you murmured, “You know me too well…”

Your voice trailed off as he reached you, threading his fingers through your hair surprisingly gently before yanking it back roughly. He smirked, crawling onto the bed and running his lips over the skin of your throat, “That I certainly do,” he pressed open mouth kisses to your jaw.

“I know what you like,” he whispered, hand releasing your hair to grab your ass and dragging your body to straddle his lap.

“Where you like to be touched,” the call boy smoothed his warm hands over your thighs, squeezing your supple skin. You gasped at the sensitive feeling that raced over your body.

“What turns you on,” Yuta purred as he began to grind to the music he had playing softly in the background of his room. The roughness of his jeans rubbed you so well you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your parted lips. He let his mouth brush against yours, but didn’t kiss you, just letting the raw feeling of your lips colliding be felt.

“And how you like to be fucked,” he groaned, jeans far too tight for his liking. He pushed you down into the sheets, making quick work of his shirt and pants before he caged you in underneath his frame.

“Don’t I?,” he asked, panting as he continued to rub your clothed crotches together. “Hm, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you gasped, hands finding purchase in his satin sheets as your chest heaved from the feeling of his hips rocking into yours.

Yuta smirked, stopping his movements and letting his hands slip down your body until he found the waistband of your panties. He slipped the skimpy fabric down your legs, admiring the lingerie as it slid down you thighs, “You’re right, they are my favorite.”

“But, as much as I like seeing them on you, baby girl, I much prefer them on my floor,” he simpered, making the wetness between your legs increase as his fingertips skimmed across your inner thigh.

He granted you relief as he spread your wetness with his fingers, making you throw your head back and arch above the bed. The call boy slid two digits in, dragging them wonderfully in and out like he was born to finger fuck you.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, looking down to watch his fingers doing their good work and looking up at him through your lashes. “You’re so good, baby.”

He smiled cockily, leaning down to kiss you affectionately before he began to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves, “I know. Who else could make you feel as good as me?”

Through your pleasure drunk reverie, you managed to think of your boyfriend, defending his honor. Your struggled to get the words out, lips quivering, “T-taeyong does.” The call boy’s warm brown eyes grew icy, his gaze sharp and piercing, clearly upset by your mentioning of your boyfriend. His fingers became rougher, his touches suddenly painfully pleasurable, so much so that the breath was knocked out of you.

His words were harsh, but they made you moan from the tone he used, “You know how much I hate it when you mention him, sweetheart. Now,” he growled, “Who is finger fucking you right now?”

Tears of pleasure spilled down your cheeks, bed rocking against the wall from the force he was using. “Yuta is! Fuck…!”

“Not my name, kitten. I’ll ask again,” he smirked, fingers curling inside of you and thumb rubbing deliciously on your clit. “Who is fucking you?”

“Daddy!” You choked out, shame settling in your stomach at what Taeyong would think as you suddenly orgasmed. You thought as your toes curled in pleasure at how betrayed he would be and it would be all your fault. Taeyong was your daddy, but Yuta apparently couldn’t bare the thought of that. You don’t know how it happened, here you were only driven by lust and only cared about pleasure.

“That’s right,” Yuta murmured, fingers fast as he rubbed you to completion, groaning in satisfaction at the sight as he rubbed himself through his grey briefs with his free hand. “Such a good girl.”

Through your half lidded gaze, you saw the precum that almost literally seeped through the fabric of his underwear, tongue dragging across your bottom lip as you thought of how hard he must be. You lifted a shaking hand and pushed his larger one aside, rubbing the outline of dick enough to make him groan and tilt his head back from the feeling.

Everything but Yuta flew from your mind at that moment as you slid his briefs down his hard thighs. It was like you were a completely different person, not like yourself at all. The hand that stroked Yuta’s cock wasn’t yours, but it felt so good to be pleasing him, you couldn’t help the words that slipped past your lips, “Daddy, please let me make you feel good.”

Yuta almost came from the earnest look on your cute face, so ready for him, so needy. He whispered, lips parted, “Suck my cock, princess.”

You were already leaning down to take him into your mouth, unable to process anything but feeling of your tongue smoothing across the tip of his dick. He groaned, hips rocking lightly into your mouth as he grabbed your hair and laid back on the headboard. You took him so well, his member fitting into your mouth perfectly.

You sucked him off, your mouth making sounds so lewd that even Yuta’s ears turned a light pink. You coated his dick with your tongue, focusing on the underside near the tip where you knew he liked it the most. You persisted on that spot, relentlessly pressing your tongue on his sweet spot until he literally had to push you off.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, watching as he took his cock into his own hand and jerked himself off, chasing his release. You watched with a hand immediately rubbing your clit, touching yourself to the same rhythm that Yuta used. You panted, leaning over to connect your lips with Yuta’s as you both pleasures yourself. You took his tongue into your mouth, swapping spit with him as your sucked his wet muscle.

You suddenly gave a high moan, finally coming over your fingers the same time that Yuta’s hand stuttered. His hips bucked into his hand, panting loudly as he squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly came with a long groan. His cum shot onto his toned stomach, long cloudy white stripes that made your mouth salivate as he attempted to prolong his release.

“Holy fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you. The erotic sounds of your wet kisses made your knees weak, cupping his face as you both settled down from your orgasms.

“You made me make such a mess, kitten,” Yuta murmured, eyes still halflidded with lust. “I think you need to clean up.”

You went to go grab your panties, or a towel, to wipe up his release, but he grabbed your wrist, “Lick it off.”

You gave a soft moan at his command, allowing him to sit back so you could straddle his body. Dragging your tongue across his stomach, you licked his cum off, the salty release coating your throat, never able to get used to the taste.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, stroking your hair as his abs flexed from the feeling of your soft tongue running across his body.

Having cleaned him off to his liking, you sat up and licked the corners of your mouth, gazing with satisfaction at his glistening abs. You smiled, feeling like yourself again, a blush rising to your cheeks, “Did I do well?”

Yuta leaned over and pulled you into a chaste kiss, dragging you down with him to curl up in the sheets, “You were perfect.” He gave you one of his dazzling smiles, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you in such an innocent way that you couldn’t believe he was the same person.

You pouted and pulled out of his arms, “I can’t today, Yuta.” He went to protest, but you gave him an earnest look, “I have to go home.” You grabbed your clothes, slipping your jeans on, widening your eyes at him for emphasis, “To Taeyong.”

He sulked childishly, like his favorite toy was being taken away, “I wish you could stay.”

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded, already standing in the doorway of his room. “Maybe next time. I need to spend time with Taeyong, okay? I’m worried about him.”

“What do you mean?,” he questioned, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at you quizzically.

You bit your lip, avoiding his warm brown gaze, “I think he’s beginning to feel…concerned.” You gestured between the two of you, “With this.”

Yuta’s face was an expressionless mask, a master at hiding his emotions when he was guarded. His voice was quiet, barely a murmur, “So what is this, _____?”

You swallowed, throat feeling dry, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively as you finally met his eyes, “I don’t know.”

“What even am I to you?,” he mumbled, dropping his eyes and clenching his fists.

You couldn’t answer him because you really didn’t know. Sometimes things felt so natural with Yuta, like it did with Taeyong, easy and happy. Why was he so upset? Didn’t he deal with girls all day? Why was he even asking you that question? You were a means to an end for him, right? You turned away from him, throat already right with your tears, unable to explain how you felt or how he was feeling, “S-see you later.”

“See you later,” he echoed, voice so bitter you tasted it in the tears that were now cascading down your cheeks.

You felt broken, like a piece of you had just been detached and thrown into the garbage. As you grabbed your purse and coat, you pressed your face into his own jacket, inhaling his comforting scent. You don’t know why, but you wanted so desperately to turn back and try to fix things.

You didn’t know how to though.

Was it over?

No, you shook your head, walking down the hall to the elevator with uneasy steps. You took a quivering breath, pressing a hand to your mouth as you tried to take in what had just happened.

Get back to Taeyong, you thought, comforting yourself with the imagine of your boyfriend’s comforting arms.

~

Home really wasn’t a place, it was a person, and Taeyong was home. You had calmed down on your train ride home, not wanting Taeyong to know about what had transpired at Yuta’s apartment.

You embraced him the moment you walked through the door, burying your face into his chest. He looked pleasantly surprised, embracing you back warmly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you murmured into his shirt, closing your eyes and absorbed the feeling of his arms around you. “I just realized how much I missed you.”

Taeyong smiled, tilting your chin up and kissing your lips passionately, “It’s only been a few hours though.” He helped you with your coat, “I thought that we could just stay in tonight. I’ll make some dinner.”

You felt relieved at his suggestion, “That sounds so nice.”

“Good,” he grinned, “because I’ve already started making the food.”

You laughed and followed him to the kitchen, heart feeling a little lighter. Taeyong stood before the stove, mixing the sauce he was making for what appeared to be spaghetti, his back looking so strong and broad.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back and rocking him gently, “I love you, Taeyong.”

He turned around in you hold, brows furrowing, “What’s gotten into you, sweetheart? Did something happen at Yuta’s place?” He looked suspicious now, subtly inspecting your body for any signs of hurt just in case.

“I’m telling you, nothing happened,” you lied, swallowing the lump in your throat as your boyfriend looked at you critically. If he knew you were lying, he didn’t tell you, instead murmuring a quiet, “Okay.”

Taeyong had known for a while, known that Yuta was beginning to feel something for you. He didn’t say anything though, knowing you were obviously oblivious to the fact the call boy cared for you in a not so friendly way. Taeyong hadn’t called his friend out on it yet, biding his time and waiting to see if Yuta would actually respect the fact that you were his. Apparently not though, he could tell that something had happened and you were now probably aware of Yuta’s feelings for you.

He had a plan though, a risky one. But it might be the only thing that could keep you as his, and not his call boy friend’s.

The rest of the evening went rather smoothly, Taeyong not giving away the fact that he was scheming something. You relaxed easily throughout the night, forgetting Yuta as you lost yourself in your boyfriend. You didn’t even realize that Taeyong already knew, oblivious when he subtly texted a certain someone on his phone while the two of you were snuggling on the couch.

Twenty or so minutes passed and you felt sleepy, suddenly tired from the wear and tear of the day. You craned your head up and kissed Taeyong’s jaw, eliciting a smile from him, “Wanna head to bed, babe?”

“Sure, baby girl,” he smirked, nuzzling into your neck and pressing a kiss there, “Mind if I get my fair share today though?”

You blushed coyly, a mischievous smile on your lips, “Of course, baby.”

You slid off of Taeyong’s lap, allowing him to give you a firm smack on your ass as he sped you off to your room, “Wait for me, naked, on the bed. Understand?” You nodded and pranced off towards your bedroom, suddenly feeling the familiar need for Taeyong’s touch and of his body.

Once you were in your room and he heard the door close, he stood up at once, walking over to the front door of your apartment and opening it quietly.

“Yuta,” Taeyong gave a curt nod, taking in the appearance of the always immaculate call boy.

“Taeyong,” Yuta murmured, almost unable to meet his friends gaze.

“You know why you’re here?,” your boyfriend questioned, raising an eyebrow and allowing him entrance into the apartment. He shut the door silently, hand firm on the door handle.

Yuta looked slightly taken aback by his friend’s bluntness, but bristled with defiance, “Yes.”

Taeyong nodded, as if he respected Yuta’s determination, “Then I shouldn’t have to explain. Let’s just get on with it.”

“May the best man win,” Yuta murmured, his warm brown eyes cold enough to mirror Taeyong’s own icy gaze.

~

You weren’t surprised Taeyong was taking so long, to be honest he probably was cleaning up dinner because he couldn’t bear to leave it out. You smiled to yourself, sitting up in bed and pulling his favorite blanket around you. Inhaling his scent, you thought of how much Taeyong really meant to you, that you could bear being in a world without Yuta.

Maybe.

All those comforting thoughts flew out the door the moment, said call boy walked through your bedroom door. You gave a startled cry, “Yuta?!”

He didn’t say a word, simply crawling onto the bed with the eyes of a lion sizing up his prey. You shuffled back, hitting the head board as you searched for something to defend yourself with. Scrambling eyes met a familiar pair at the door and you sagged in relief, “Tae-”

Yuta interrupted you with his mouth, connecting his lips to yours in what was a familiar dance. You knew the way Yuta kissed up and down, but you weren’t prepared for how roughly he bit your lip and cupped your face. The call boy was a lover, but you’d never seen him treat you this passionately, or this roughly.

You whimpered into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in as his hands wandered over your naked body and pull the blanket away. Your eyes sought Taeyong, but your boyfriend was busy undressing himself, allowing you a glimpse of his absolutely gorgeous body. You watched him intently, allowing Yuta to do most of the work as you lusted over the incredible bulge that strained against your boyfriend’s grey briefs. How badly you wanted Taeyong in that moment, you couldn’t say, mainly because Yuta was preoccupying your time with his devilish mouth.

“Oh, Yuta,” you breathed, the boy’s mouth running down your neck and sucking hickeys there, painfully dark bruises blossomed along your neck like some type of erotic flower.

“Hm,” he hummed, savoring the taste of your skin and the amount of solo time Taeyong was allowing him to be with you.

You felt like you were swimming in affection and pleasure, Yuta’s mouth and hands sinful, and his expression to die for. He almost purred when you slid your hands down his chest and caressed the bulge in his pants, whispering your name, “_______.”

Your core ached for Yuta, and so did your heart for some odd reason. But the moment you felt more weight be added to the bed, all thoughts flew form your mind.

Taeyong had a kind of dominance and power that even made other guys intimidated by his prescience and charisma. When something was his, or he was in his own home, this dominance amped up ten notches. And for some reason, when he was in this mood, you would become increasingly more submissive, eager to see what he would do and ready to comply as well.

Yuta could feel power emanating from Taeyong, but remained steadfast. Always the gentleman, he moved aside so that your boyfriend could capture your lips and cage you into his embrace. You let him slide his tongue over your neck, shivering from the feeling, your hips automatically coming up to grind gently against his.

“Baby girl,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, hands snaking up around his neck as his hand wandered down to tease your now throughly soaked lower lips. You whimpered pitifully, arching into Taeyong so as to feel more of his bare skin against yours, “Please, Daddy.”

He hushed you gently, slipping a finger into your awaiting womanhood and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves deliciously, “Patience, kitten,” he chided, thrusting a finger in and out of you, “Daddy will make you feel good, don’t worry.”

He added another finger, shooting a secret smirk over to Yuta who was pouting and undressing himself, right now he wasn’t doing so good trying to win you over. He palmed his erection, watching the way Taeyong’s long fingers slid in and out of you so easily. He grew harder as the sound of your whimpers and moans reached his ears, daring to crawl over to you and kiss you lips. Surprisingly Taeyong let him, being the nice guy who actually never finished last, this didn’t worry him too much.

Yuta brushed your hair from your face lovingly, making your heart swell in your passion as he smiled at you, “Does that feel good, princess?” You nodded and he sighed, looking at you wryly, “Too bad you’re going to feel even better when I put my hands on you.”

You quivered from his words, “Kiss me Yuta,” he waited, obviously wanting obedience, “Please!”

He smiled again, coming down to kiss you so beautifully it hurt. Yuta kissed you like the movies, where it seemed just too magical to happen in real life. Well, Yuta made that fantasy a reality and kissed you like two movie stars would embrace in the rain after having been separated for years.

Taeyong watched this with narrowing eyes, continuing to pleasure you as you liked, and feeling your shaky hand rub him through his briefs. It was enough to satiate him for now, but he felt jealousy beginning to bubble up inside of him.

Yuta had taken the liberty of caressing your breasts, giving them hard squeezes in his warm hands, his head leaning down to suck on your peaks. You mewled and arched into his mouth, body going into overdrive as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Taeyong sped up his fingers, thrusting them so hard into you that you rocked back and made the headboard knock against the wall. He dipped his head down and attached his lips to your clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were begging for him to let you come.

“Daddy, please!,” you squirmed, latching onto Yuta’s hair with your hands. “Let me come, let me come, let me come, let-”

You threw your head back in a silent scream, the air leaving your lungs as your orgasm washed over you, body brimming with the heavy feeling of release.

“What a good girl,” Yuta simpered, pressing kisses over your face and neck as you let out ragged breathes while Taeyong prolonged your orgasm.

After what seemed like minutes, Taeyong continued to finger fuck and suck on your clit, the overpowering feeling of overestimulation causing your thighs to twitch. Your voice was shaky and tears plunged down your cheeks, “S-stop, please…enough.” Weak hands attempted to push Taeyong away, but he was strong and gripped your thighs tightly, eager to bring you to a second orgasm by his hands and tongue.

And so you did, body shaking uncontrollably as Taeyong made you come for the second time, the hypnotic taste of your essence on his tongue as he groaned into your womanhood. Yuta moaned at the sight, jerking off his weeping cock until precum leaked down his hands and he ached to be inside of you, feeling the way your walls tightened around him.

The call boy couldn’t help himself as Taeyong pulled away from your center, who licked the corners of his mouth and saw the desperate expression on his friend’s face. He quirked his head, “What’s wrong Yuta,” he said as he pulled his briefs off and positioned himself at your entrance as he flipped you over. “Giving up?”

Yuta gritted his teeth, looking at the way your eyes silently pleaded for him to stay, to keep going. You didn’t say it, but he knew you thought of it.

You didn’t want just one man in your life, you loved two.

“Yuta,” you whimpered, reaching out a hand to grasp his slick cock, “Please.”

His hands trembled, looking up at Taeyong with fire, “Never.”

With that, Taeyong slid inside of you, eliciting one of the most disgustingly satisfied sounds from you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw dropped, giving Yuta the opportunity to carefully insert his member into your mouth. You gagged at first, tears pricking at your eyes as you relaxed your throat and let Yuta slide his cock in deep.

You hummed around him, and everytime Taeyong rocked into you, Yuta slid further down your throat. It felt like you’d never been in a more erotic situation and you felt like an absolute slut, but you couldn’t help the way you felt.

Yuta spoke your thoughts, “See Taeyong? ______ is a slut who is so selfish she can’t have just one man to herself.”

Taeyong let out a small grunt from the amount of power he was putting into his thrusts, head tilting back in ecstasy as he replied, “I knew it all along.” He brought a hand down onto your ass so that it jiggled before his eyes, “I say she should get just what she asked for, what do you think?”

Yuta smirked, grabbing your head with both hands so he could control how deep you took him, “She deserves that and more.” Something changed between the two of them, instead of two opposing forces, they were one against you.

Your chin dribbled with spit, Yuta showing no mercy as he fucked your mouth, letting out ragged moans whenever your teeth would graze his length. You didn’t understand what they meant at all, had you been tricked? You didn’t have much time to think, your body getting pummeled from both sides as you were stretched wide by Taeyong and deep throated Yuta. You felt so incredibly dirty, but it felt oh so good.

Taeyong reached around your hips, rubbing your clit so as to drive you toward your third release of the night, knowing your body was close to its breaking point. The lewd sounds of your wet choking and skin slapping against skin filled the air, causing your legs to tremble as they attempted to keep you up.

You felt so, so close.

Yuta could tell, urging your on with his words as he drew close as well, “Is that good princess? You like choking on my cock and getting your tight little pussy stretched by Taeyong’s too? Do you like getting fucked like this?”

You let out a stifled wail around his member as you came for the third time, the vibrations causing Yuta to release into your mouth with a loud groan as well. Taeyong sped up until he was practically fucking you at an animalistic pace, his hips snapping into a stuttering halt as he came inside of your dripping center, groaning, “Fuck, baby girl.”

You breathed hard through your nose as you Yuta pulled his member from your mouth, feeling as Taeyong kissed down your spine before pulling out gingerly too. His cum dripped down your legs, and Yuta, still eager to please you licked it all right up until he came to your sensitive center. He sucked lazily on you and lapped at your folds like a kitten while Taeyong massaged your tense body and kissed you passionately. Your mind felt absolutely fuzzed out, body alight with pleasure and only able to process your mouth moving against Taeyong’s and your hips shifting softly into Yuta’s mouth as he tasted you.

It felt like hours before you found yourself tucked between the two of them, dazed and confused. You looked at the both of them, who sandwiched you and let their fingers trail down your body languidly, “Why?”

“Why what?,” Taeyong echoed, arching a dark brow and allowing one of your hands to comb through his jet black hair. “Is there something wrong?”

“Weren’t you mad at Yuta?,” you murmured, reaching for the call boy’s hand instinctively, to which he squeezed back reassuringly.

Said call boy smiled at you gently, the afterglow of sex making him look like a god, “We had a talk. I admit that I did cross the line and let my feelings get in the way a few times, but I can’t help the way I feel.” He kissed your temple softly, “The way I feel about you, _____.”

Taeyong wore a lazy smile at seeing your confused expression, “So the truth finally comes out.” You looked completely shocked, so he traced your Cupid’s bow with his finger, “_______, if you’re open to it. Yuta and I are willing to try something else, a different kind of relationship.”

Your heart leaped at just the thought, thinking you’d finally be able to be happily with both the men you loved, but stuttered in hesitation, “B-but what about family, Taeyong? Marriage?”

Yuta spoke up, “We decided that Taeyong should be the ‘official boyfriend’ and perhaps one day, even your husband. He knew you first and best after all.”

“And you’re okay with this Yuta?,” you asked, resting a hand on his cheek.

He held your hand against his face, kissing your palm sweetly, “I think I am. As long as I can be with you I’ll be perfectly happy.”

“So,” Taeyong nudged you, grabbing back your attention. “Are you willing to try?”

You nodded, pulling the both of them into an embrace as you kissed their heads and felt completely at peace. You knew last time you felt like this was when you first slept with Yuta and Taeyong together, but it felt different now. You felt more sure, even more content, and knew that everything truly was going to work out this time.

So you drifted off, Taeyong nuzzled into neck and Yuta curling up into your side. Interlacing your fingers with theirs and waking up in the same position in the morning, the dawn breaking on your new life. A life even more different than before.

But you could just feel it.

Everything was going to be okay.

“You Will Boost My Power and Confidence”

It’s been a VERY long time since i posted original content on this blog, but I was inspired by a small incident at work to make this sigil.

This particular sigil is made to be used with GLAMOURS (makeup and jewelry especially) that are easy to wear/bring to work, job interviews, or any place where you need to feel fierce and in charge. I put it on this particular tube of Maybelline matte lipstick (690 siren in scarlet in case you were curious, haha) before facing a particularly manipulative coworker, and i want to channel some of the confidence i had in that one rare instance into the makeup for future use. 💕

As always, this is free to use! You’re also welcome to share pics of items you enchanted using it; knowing it could help others is thanks enough.

Blessings to all! 🌒🌕🌘

-Ari

the-fault-in-our-marks  asked:

Okay, aside from the fact that i literally stalked your blog looking for more and more bughead fics, i just wanna say that your writing is amazing! Also, a prompt (if you're still taking them) - Jughead and betty both head off to college and meet each other after being apart for quite some time! *Goes back to obsessing over bughead, and cole sprouse*

Thankyou so much! And actually I love this one I’ve been itching to do a grown up bughead, in this one they have graduated college and have careers!

****

Betty smiled softly as she dismissed her classroom.

“Alright my loves, I’ll see you all tomorrow! Don’t forget tomorrow is Friday, movie day! so wear your most comfortable pjs.”

The first graders, jumped from their seats, heading to the door, but not before stopping for a hug or high five from their favorite teacher.

“Bye miss Cooper!”

“Bye guys.” Sighing as her last student left she leaned against her desk, a content smile on her face.

She loved her job. Being the first grade teacher at Riverdale elementary was not what her mother had in mind, but she loved her students and she loved riverdale. Always had.

She lived in a tiny apartment, smack dab in the middle of the town, her sister lived with her husband just fifteen minutes away and Ronnie came to visit every month.

She was happy, she had everything she could have wanted.

“Except a man.”

She laughed at her inner Veronica.

Veronica was constantly trying to set Betty up, sure she had gone on dates, but no one matched up.

“You’re 25 B, don’t you want babies of your own? A husband?”

She would just shake her head and smile at Veronica. Veronica was happily married to the head of a successful building company. They lived together in California. She didn’t have kids yet but Betty was pretty sure that was in the near future.

“When the right guy comes along I’ll know, for now I’m okay. I’ve got you don’t I?” Betty would giggle.

She hadn’t had a serious boyfriend since…

Well you know who.

Jughead jones, love of her young life.

They had been going strong all of junior and senior year, but when it came time for college Jughead had gone off to Chicago, they tried long distance but with hectic schedules it just never worked out.

She thought about him a lot though. What was he doing now? Did he have a wife? Was he a father? She always thought he would be a great father. She knew he was writing, she had three copies of his first novel.

Closing her eyes for a second she smiled. It didn’t help to think of the past, but sometimes it was an easy distraction.

Turning back to her desk she started gathering her papers. She had quite a bit of coloring to grade.
****

Jughead stepped out of his car and took a deep breathe.

Riverdale.

He hadn’t been back here since the summer of senior year.

The air smelt fresh, and the quiet chatter of the residents walking home from work was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of Chicago.

Jughead was a writer now, fairly successful if he did say so himself, he had his own magazine business.

He mainly worked from home, all of his workers emailing him their articles and photos, while he worked on writing his next novel.

Chicago wasn’t working for him not anymore.

There was nothing for him there.

Riverdale was his home, even when he had been homeless he felt safe here.

He was a loner, always had been.

In his last year of college he had met a girl. She was great, funny, smart and beautiful.

They dated three months before Jughead called it off.

Surprisingly enough , out of all her amazing attributes , she was missing one major one.

She wasn’t Betty Cooper.

He had no idea where Betty was or what she was doing, she could be living in Paris for all he knew, but being here in riverdale, it brought back all those memories, the good and the bad.

He remembered the day he left, the way he held onto her so tight, he shouldn’t have let go.

Shaking his head of all those thoughts he made his way into pops, god he missed this place.

After hugging the man in charge and pops offering him anything he wanted on the house, his eyes zeroed in on his old booth, it was empty and he was sitting in it, laptop out, before he even had the chance to blink.

Sliding the burger in front of Jughead, pops smiled

“Somethings never change.”

He smiled, taking a huge bite of his burger before returning to his laptop, suddenly the bell chimed , and his eyes glanced up to see who had come in.

He dropped his burger on the plate, eyes wide and jaw slack.

It was Betty Cooper.

And damn did she look good.

Her silky blonde hair had grown long, and was resting in beautiful waves half way down her back, the curves he had been lucky enough to explore as a teenager were enhanced and accentuated by the little yellow sundress she wore showing off her long tan legs. Her pouty smile was present showing off her dimples as she waved a graceful hand to pops.

She was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Suddenly a little boy, had run up to her and she was squatting on the ground speaking to him and tweaking his nose before squeezing his shoulder as he ran away. She was always amazing with children.

As she made her way to pops, he finally felt the nerves he had been waiting for. He wanted to hide behind his laptop, but he also wanted to grab her and carry her away forever.

She was leaning against the counter talking to pops when suddenly she had whipped around , bright green eyes connecting with his ocean blue.

Her eyes widened, and a grin broke out on her face, before she made her way over to him.

“Jughead jones.” She said laughing sliding into the booth across from him.

“Betty Cooper” he smiled , before it slipped off of his face “sorry, I don’t know if Cooper is still your last name” his eyes glanced down at her slender fingers sighing in relief when he noticed she didn’t have a ring on.

“It’s still Cooper, although these days I usually go by ms. Cooper” she laughed

His eyes brightened

“You’re a teacher!”

Smiling proudly ,she answered

“First grade, riverdale elementary! And you’re a writer, I bought your first novel, it was amazing.”

He blushed looking down at his laptop

“Thanks bets, and I always knew you would work with children. I mean you had to deal with me all through high school, you have the patience of a saint.”

She giggled

“You weren’t so bad.” She winked.

Pops placed a strawberry milkshake in front of her, smiling and walking away.

She stuck her finger in the whip cream looking up at him.

“Just like old times right?”

He looked at her and nodded, a curious expression on his face.

As Betty stuck the straw in her milkshake , she started

“So what are you doing in riverdale? Stopping in for a visit of the old alma matter?”

He laughed

“No, I think I’ll be sticking around here for a while.”

She looked up catching his eyes and staring into them

“Oh, so do you have a place?”

He nodded

“Yeah I’m shacked up in the Riverdale apartment s for now.”

She grabbed his wrist excitedly

“That’s where I live! We’re practically neighbors!”

He couldn’t help the excitement he was feeling.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe you can help me unpack, you know how I am with organization.” He shrugged sheepishly

She was nodding like a crazy person, the gorgeous smile still present on her face

“Definitely! We can do that tonight!”

He smiled, matching hers.

“It’s a date!”

She blushed and went back to her milkshake.

He wasn’t going anywhere, not this time.

He was gonna get the girl. And he was gonna keep her.

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -

“Shit!”

A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

anonymous asked:

how would saeyounf react if in his route he had to bring mc to his apartament and he's still trying to ouser her away so she spends the most of the time with vanderwood and he actually make her smile and they got really close to each other how would saeyoung feel?

Countdown to the Cake: 6


Microwave me

SevenxMC

Angst-ish?

Silence. It was so quiet that a needle hitting the floor would be heard and echoes down the hallway of Seven’s bunker-house.

He didn’t know how silent it was until he took his headphones off. How long has it been since the last time he heard your compliments about his decoration taste, your relieved and thankful tone telling him how happy you were he got you out of that apartment, your apologies for barging into his space like this, it’s just… you were worried about him not going to sleep or eating. Ugh… what was the time he heard your voice?

Why wasn’t him feeling any better? If he pushed you away, it would be better for both of you, but… it wasn’t helping him at all! He couldn’t stop wondering if you were comfortable in his place, if you had eaten, if you weren’t bored, if you… hated him for everything that happened to his brother and for putting you in so much danger… oh, why the simple thought of you hating him caused this much pain in his chest? Even though he knew deep inside that it should be the right feeling right now?

At the same time, why is it so…warm having you wandering around his place? Laying in his couch, taking showers in his bathroom, cooking with Vanderwood in the kitchen… wait, what? Is he seeing what he thinks he’s seeing through the cameras in his apartment? You and Vanderwood cooking? What is Vanderwood doing here, did he come back when he realized Seven was back as well? Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t he reprimand him for bringing a girl to his place where there’s so many secret information hanging around? Why is he… smiling?

Oh no… is Vanderwood trying to get your trust just so he can convince you that going away is the best option for you? Or worse… what if he holds you hostage in order to make Seven finish his work? That sneaking bastard! He’s paying for this if something bad ever happens to you, what the agency will do with him later doesn’t really matter anymore, he just needs to protect you, he did it from Saeran, he’ll do it again, that’s all he can do anyway… ugh… how come Seven took you to the safest place on Earth and yet you’re still in danger? He’s so useless…

Shit! Where did you two go? Oh no… he’s leading you to a trap in the garage, isn’t he? SHIT! Seven jumps out of his chair and goes after you, yep, you’re still in the garage, he knew attaching a little GPS device in your clothes was a good idea!

As Seven gets closer, he listens that very familiar threatening sound… THE TASER GUN! Shit! If Vanderwood is hurting you, he’s such a dead man! He bolts inside the garage.

“MC!” you and Vanderwood jump, looking at him. You’re… fine, you’re okay! Oh, thank God!

“Shit, Agent Seven, you scared us!”

“Are you okay? You look pale…” you turn your body towards him. “See? I told you he would look like this after not eating for so long…” you turn to Vanderwood, who nods. “Don’t you wanna sit, Seven? I don’t want you to pass out…” Ugh… why do you worry so much about him? He doesn’t deserve it!

“I’m… don’t be ridiculous, MC, I’m fine.” Did he just tell you not to be ridiculous? Asshole! “What are you doing here in the garage with… him?”

“Hum? Oh… Vanderwood is teaching me how to use a taser gun, see?” Vanderwood fidgets the device in his hand. “He told me I needed to learn how to defend myself after everything that has happened.” Wait? Did you really tell Vanderwood about the hacker being his lost sibling and about the bomb? What the fuck, MC?

“Everything that has happened…” Seven mutters to himself, getting ready to yell at you for sharing something he asked you to keep as a secret.

“Yes, she told me about you rescuing her from a stranger in the apartment.” Stranger? Oh… so you didn’t tell him… well, okay then…

“He was showing me how to use it and he promised to teach me some personal defense moves while the food is in the oven!”

“Which reminds me, time to take it out, MC. We still need to finish that sauce.”

“Yes, of course. Let’s go!”

You pass right beside Seven and smile, which makes him look away before he blushes, how can you smile in this situation? And why such a cute smile? Ugh…

“Hey! Have some manners and be nicer to your guest, she’s not the one to blame for your own mistakes, agent.” He whispers as he puts a hand on Seven’s shoulder, which might look like a friendly gesture if the grip wasn’t so tight and painful.

“Yes, maa’m. “ Seven rolls his eyes and walks back to his house. Well… at least you’re okay, after all.

“Now, MC, the secret to a good roast beef is to let it cook slowly at a low temperature, then sear it in a hot skillet.”

“Got it! Whoa… look at the little crust, it looks amazing!” you say as you take it out of the oven. It smells really good…

“Yes, it does! Good job, you learn pretty quickly. Unlike some other people…” Seven doesn’t even bother to look at him.

“You’re just a good teacher.” Now Seven looks at Vanderwood, he’s… embarrassed. He’s… blushing. Oh my God! Are you two flirting?

“So, MC… have you decided what you’re doing about RFA party?” Seven asks without looking at you, though he is paying fully attention, looking for any signs of some flirting going on.

“I… am still answering the guests’ emails, but… I won’t attend it if you say it’s risky, Seven. I trust your judgment.”

“Even when you shouldn’t, though.” He feels a foot hitting his leg behind the table. Goddamnit, Vanderwood! “I mean… do as you wish.”

“Yes, don’t feel pressured on doing what this dumbass wants, he doesn’t even know to treat a guest politely.”

“Oh, I’m not a guest, I’m an intruder. It’s… it’s fine, I don’t mind.” Oh… why would you even say this? He… he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re not welcomed here, even if he can’t really welcome you properly.

“You’re not an intruder. Don’t say things like that.” He says bluntly, though he feels this need to look you in the eye and tell you how good it is to have you here.

“Don’t you think she’s feeling like an intruder because you’re treating her like one?”

“Vanderwood, it’s fine, I…”

“No! If he was stupid enough to put you in danger, he should at least be nice to you. I don’t really approve what’s going on here, but since it can’t be helped, he should make sure to protect you, teach you how to protect yourself, answer all the questions you probably have. Why are you still defending him, MC?” how is it possible that he wants to know the answer and at the same time, he doesn’t? Is it because he already knows the answer? Is it because… he would answer the same? Is it because he lov…

“I won’t stand here to listen to your hypocrite bullshit, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd, have fun babysitting while I try to take the actual danger away from her.” He gets up and makes his way to the hallway.

“Seven, won’t you really eat? I don’t think this is healthy, I…”

“I already told you I don’t care about what you think. Pay attention to his lessons and go to bed early. And… be careful, Mary is still a guy, after all.” He was expecting for tears, but there’s nothing, just your curious worried face that makes him feel like hugging you and apologizing immediately, which… he can’t really do, so he walks away, resisting the need to look behind.

“Are you okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I… can’t say the same for him, though…”

“He’s a big boy, don’t worry about him so much. Let him work and clean this mess, that will be a first, for sure.”

“Okay, I’ll… I’ll give him some space for now.” You turn to face Vanderwood, who’s watching the roast beef. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

“For trying to help me, and… for making me company even when you don’t want me here.”

“I disapprove this situation as an agent, but I never said I don’t want you here. I… really appreciate the company from someone who’s interested in learning how to roast chicken.”

“Don’t you mean roast beef?”

“No, the next lesson will be chicken. Are you ready?” you nod and smile, and he… surprisingly smiles back.

Seven keeps watching this improbable duo cooking and cleaning the kitchen a little later. Why do you keep being nice to these filthy cockroaches who are Vanderwood and him? How come you’re so bright and warm in a situation like this? You’re not even judging his brother after what he tried to do, you’re so… sweet and lovely. You deserve so much more than having to learn how to break someone’s nose just in case…

And you cook pretty well, but he just found this out when he sneaked to the kitchen after you went to sleep and saw this spared plate with a note “Microwave me, Seven ~”

Unbelievably adorable… he can’t help imagining how would it be if he could taste your food like this everyday, or if he could cook for you, if he could join you in his bed right now, finally get some sleep and wake up with you… Unfortunately, all he can do is settle for this micro waved food and go back to find a way into Mint Eye. It’s all he can do for you, and it’s much more than he deserves.

Or… he could finish installing that 707 simulator in the Robot Cat to make you laugh a little. Vanderwood’s jokes must be awful.


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