he is going to make a great dad someday

I’m posting this, unbeta’d and surely full of mistakes, before I back down. I was having a bad day and decided to treat myself to comfort!Bughead, we need more of those.

Jughead Jones precariously balances the bags from the supermarket in his hand while using the other to open the door to his apartment, almost throwing them when he crosses the doorstep. His eyes instantly survey the living room looking for a glimpse of blonde hair but finding it empty.

Leaving the bags on the counter, he gets his phone out of his back pocket.

4.30pm

Betty should be home by now, he thinks, frowning a little but he sets to put everything in place. He absentmindedly smiles at the photo of them on the fridge. It’s from their last day of high school, both sitting in a booth at Pop’s, smiling to each other. Veronica had taking that picture, cooing at them as she leaned on Archie’s chest.

“Aren’t they cute?” she asked Archie, bringing their attention back to her.

“We’re cuter.” Archie said nonchalantly, looking down at her.

“Well, duh, but they’re a close second.” Veronica agreed, making them all laugh.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finishes putting the food away and moves to the couch. There, lying on the coffee table that Betty had begged to get, was her phone. Jughead frowns, distantly remembering texting her in the morning so she must be somewhere around the apartment.

He’s on his way to the bedroom to see if she decided to take a quick nap when he sees the light coming from the bathroom, the door ajar.

Jughead’s heart does a funny flip when he sees her. Closed eyes, leaning her head back on the border of the bath as she breathes deeply, her body visible thought the bubbles on the surface.

“Betts?” He calls her softly. Green eyes look back at him now, a little startled at first as if she’s just waking up before softening.

“Hey, Jug.” Her voice is a bit hoarse and small, like it gets after she’s been crying which makes him immediately step into the room.

“Hey you…” he says, now kneeling next to the bathtub. At eye level and this close to her, he can see her eyes are a little red-rimmed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay… just a rough day.” A single tear escapes and Jughead immediately reaches to wipe it off, frowning.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, cupping her cheek as she leans onto his touch.

“Not really…” She says, softly and never taking her eyes off him. He nods, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. He moves to stand up a little reluctantly at leaving her like this but Betty loves to take long baths after a long day.

“I’ll leave you to your bath, then. I’ll be in the living room.” he says.

A hand reaches for his as soon as he’s on his feet.

“No, don’t leave.” Her voice above a whisper, begging him with her eyes. He feels a tug at his chest as he kneels again, a magnetic force pulling him to her. “You know why I love this tub?” she asks, throwing him a bit out of the loop.

“Why?” he complies.

“Because it’s big enough for two.” She replies, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, making him smirk in answer.

This time when he stands up she lets him go, leaning forward and hugging her knees, watching him expectantly.

Jughead sheds his clothes with an ease found only after being in a loving relationship with Betty, knowing he was safe with or without layers between them.

Leaving his clothes carelessly on the floor, he steps into the bathtub, sitting behind her and sighing contently when Betty leans against him. His body is suddenly both cool and on fire, the contact with her skin delicious.

Betty hums as he hugs her from behind, bringing her even closer to him. Her eyes are closed as he turns to the side, nosing at the crook of her neck before making a path of kisses from her throat to her cheek and back down again.

“I could get used to all my bad days ending like this.” She says drowsily, suddenly intoxicated by him as he is with her.

“I would agree but I don’t like you having bad days.” He mumbles against her skin, sighing happily, feeling her muscles relax further, melting.

Betty looks back at him, leaning her head on his shoulder and kisses his jaw lightly. “We all have bad days, but I know I’ll get home to you after them so really… they’re not that bad.” A real smile blooms on both their faces. Jughead leans forward and kisses her, his hand cradling her neck.

“I love you” he says, their lips touching. “I’d say I’ll kick whoever gave you a hard time, really, but you’re much scarier.”

Betty purses her lips in a jest, eyes shining with mirth. “True. You’re just a big softy underneath the badass exterior.” She chuckles at Jughead’s scoff.

“Jesus… Our kids will find that weakness and exploit it. They’re totally going to take advantage and gang up on me.” He says, looking over her shoulder at nowhere in particular before his own words catch up with him and he looks down at her with his eyes a bit panicked. Betty is simply looking at him in wonder, her eyes filled with love and a smile on her face. Jughead lets out a breath, relaxing under her gaze.

They haven’t touched the subject of kids more than the “Do you want kids?” question and he knows they’re too young. On their final year of college, not even engaged yet. But Jughead knows she is it. There is no one who could ever come close to what she means to him, no one he’d rather spend his life and go thought all those stages with. The future is no longer full of uncertainty for him, knowing she’ll be by his side. It makes him feel like he could handle anything as long as Betty’s hand was holding his.

Betty moves slowly, coming to straddle him, her hands on both sides of his neck. Jughead’s eyes dip low for a second focusing on her bare breasts before returning to her face.

“You will make a great dad someday, Juggie.” She says. His feels a powerful tug in his chest, warm all over. “And I’ll be there to stop you from giving them burgers and milkshakes at too young an age.”

Jughead gapes in fake outrage. “Two is a perfectly good age to start educating them on the culinary delicacies that are a burger and a milkshake.” He leans forward, gently biting her collarbone. “Prepare to be the bad cop, Cooper.” Betty laughs, making him smile at her.

“As long as I’m with you, Jug… I’m sure it’ll be okay.” She says, closing the distance between their lips in a hungry kiss. “I wouldn’t mind playing the bad cop with you, either.” Betty bites her lips, her eyes going a little dark as her words linger in the air making him more aware of the closeness of their bodies.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks into her mouth, their lips touching enough she can feel him talking. “What are you gonna do, Cooper? Start giving me suggestions like you do with my writing?” he smirks and Betty snorts, her head falling back as she laughs, the hunger being replaced by happiness in her eyes.

“Here’s a suggestion for you, Jones… shup up and kiss me.”

And well… He’d take her up on that one.

Always.

Lost Child

Yay, I’m finally back from the dead! I hope you all enjoy this one! (the title is lame but I couldn’t think of anything better)

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 888

You’re sitting near the window at your favorite coffee shop. Across from you is your wonderful boyfriend, the one and only Dan Howell. You still find yourself staring at him sometimes, wondering how it happened. But, here you were, on a mild spring day, chatting over coffees. You always loved low-key dates like this. There was no pressure and the two of you just got to chill out and take a break from your crazy lives. You drink the last sip of your coffee.

“Well, I suppose we should go now. I have some shopping to do today.”

You say to Dan.

“Fabulous, I’ll come along!”

“No, really, I just need a few things. You should go home and get some work done.”

You look at him and see that stubborn look on his face. You know that face well by now and accept that you won’t be shopping alone.

“Yes Dan, I would love that.” You say with a sigh.

“Perfect! Shall we go?”

You stand up, link your arm through Dan’s, and walk out the door. The air was pleasantly warm and the skies were clear and blue. You always loved the springtime. Blue skies, green grass, flowers everywhere. Plus, you had met Dan on a spring day much like this almost a year ago. Days like these always reminded you of that moment.

As you walk around the city, you look at the other people walking by. You see groups of teenagers going out for a bit of shopping after school, mothers out with their children, people walking their dogs, and several young couples just like yourselves. Suddenly, you see a young girl who can’t be older than 7 crying on a bench.

You grab Dan’s shoulder.

“Dan, look. I think that kid might be lost. Should we help her?”

“Leave it to me.”

He walks up to her slowly and bends down to be the same height as her.

“Hey, are you lost? Where’s your mommy?”

The little girl sniffles and says,

“W-we were in the s-store and then I c-couldn’t see her anymore. I came h-here ‘cause I though she l-left but she’s not h-here!”

The girl starts wailing. Dan gives her a little smile and says,

“Can I help you find your mommy?”

The girl, still sobbing, nods. Dan stands up and offers her his hand. She takes it. Her hands are so tiny in his.

“Is it ok if my friend (y/n) helps us look too?”

She looks you over before nodding and reaching for your hand. You grab it and give it a little squeeze.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her in no time!” You reassure her while smiling. She returns your smile. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Sophie.”

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Sophie smiles shyly, but she seems to be warming up to you. You ask her for a description of her mother, and she gives it to you. You start by asking if anyone in the store had seen a woman matching Sophie’s description. Nobody in there could recall that they had, so you start asking people nearby the outside of the store. One person thought they saw someone who looked like that frantically running “over that way”. You thank them and head off in that direction. Before long, you hear a woman shouting,

“Sophie! Oh, Sophie, where are you??”

Sophie’s eyes get wide.

“That’s mommy!”

You run towards the voice. You go around a group of teens and almost run into a woman on the other side.

“Mommy!!”

“Sophie!”

Sophie runs into her mothers arms. They hug for a while. Sophie’s mother picks her up and looks at you and Dan.

“You helped her?”

“Yes ma'am, we did. I’m Dan and this is my girlfriend (y/n). We were about to do some shopping when we saw Sophie crying and couldn’t ignore her.”

“Thank you so much, both of you. I don’t know how long it would have taken for me to find her without your help. I’m grateful to you!”

“It was our pleasure. Sophie is a lovely girl. We were glad to help her!” Dan says.

Sophie grabs her mother’s legs and shyly looks at you. You wave at her.

“It was nice meeting you, Sophie!”

She smiles, a real, big grin this time.

“Thanks for helping me find mommy!”

“You’re so welcome!”

Her mother smiles at both of you again.

“Thank you, again.”

Dan smiles at her. Sophie grabs her mother’s hand and you can hear her babbling about her little adventure as they walk away. You can’t get over how adorable she is.

“She was so cute! And you seemed to handle the situation pretty well, Daddy Dan.”

You smirk at him.

“Ok, first off, never call me that again. And yeah, I guess that went alright.”

“Alright? You knew just what to do to make her feel more comfortable. I’d say that was better than "alright”. You know, you’re going to be a great dad someday.“

Dan blushes and looks down.

"Well, what about you? She absolutely loved you! Although, I don’t see who wouldn’t love you.”

You laugh.

“Well, I guess we should get to that shopping, yeah?”

You smile at Dan and he smiles back at you.

“Let’s go. And, by the way, I think you’ll be a fantastic mother.”

Perfect Proposal 💍💍

Anon: “I asked about the Ethan Dolan imagine a few days ago. I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N and Ethan have a day out at an amusement park and he proposes”
I took it in an odd way, but enjoy!
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Y/N’s POV
I roll over in bed, the sunshine hitting my skin and breeze from the open window wafting the curtains. I slide my arm over the other side of the bed and am confused when it can not find Ethan. I sit up and rub my eyes. I am an early bird, a habit left over from my days working while going through Med-school. Even on a beautiful Saturday off, I couldn’t sleep in. Usually, Ethan was the opposite, lounging around until at least noon. I would go for a run, tie up any loose work strings and do some laundry before he woke up. I check my phone and see that it is only 7:15. “Ethan?” I call out into the apartment.

I hear the padding of bare feet and smile when his dark eyes meet mine. He leans against the doorframe. “Goodmorning love” he smiles. “I have a surprise for you.” I smile.

“What is it?” I say, pulling his sweater over my head as I hear four more feet against the floorboards. Ethan’s twin nephew and niece, Atticus and Emily poke their heads into the bedroom.
“(Y/N)!” they cheer before climbing onto my big bed.
“Hey guys!” I smile. They are too adorable. I look up at Ethan. “Where’s Grayson?”
“He and Beth needed a day off so I said we could watch them. I was thinking we could take them to D-I-S-N-E-Y” I nod excitedly. I loved living in LA and being close to Disneyland and Ethan knew it.

We get out the door quickly and are at the park soon after it opens. The twins run off ahead and Ethan and I get our first moment alone this morning as we carefully follow them. “You were great with them this morning,” I say and smile “you’re going to be such a good Dad someday.”
“Grayson is amazing with them I don’t know if I could be as incredible as he is”
“Nonsense, our kids are going to have the perfect dad”
“Our kids?” He smirks and looks down at me. I blush and chuckle. Atticus pulls us into line for the teacups. Emily tugs at Ethan’s thumb.
“Will you make it spin fast? Daddy always makes it spin really fast.”
“Of course princess” he kisses her forehead and picks her up when we get on the ride. The twins sit between us and Ethan gets the t cup spinning like crazy. We are all laughing. This is what I have always wanted. I am so in love with Ethan. I want this to be a part of our future.

When we get off the ride, Grayson calls and says that he and Beth missed their kids too much so they are going to meet us here after lunch. Ethan turns to me, “you probably don’t want to leave once they get here, right?”
You shake your head no. You are still a 6 year old girl inside sometimes and Ethan knows it.

Ethan’s POV
Everything is on schedule. This day has to be perfect. She loves the kids, she loves Disneyland, and hopefully, she really loves me. I watch her walk with Atticus and Emily and find myself falling even more in love with her. I want this for us, I want a future like this and she has to be there. Y/N buys them each a soft pretzel and we sit and watch the Frozen sing along as we wait for Grayson and Beth. Atticus and Emily are singing at the top of their lungs and my beautiful girlfriend cannot stop laughing.

Y/N POV
I catch Ethan staring at me during the Frozen show and smile. He is so handsome but sweet. I wonder how I got so lucky, though he does have a twin so the odds were doubled. I hope he knows how much I love him, that I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Grayson and Beth’s arrival finally stops the singing as their kids cheer and leap into their arms. They got married young, right around the time Ethan and I met. I had just entered medical school and neither of us were looking for serious because we had busy futures ahead of us. But, when you know something is good, it doesn’t matter where you are in your life, you make it work and find the time. I am so happy we did. There have been many phone calls and stints of long distance, but we made it through. The rest of the day is a blur full of laughter and sunshine with Grayson and his family. After a lovely dinner , Ethan says we have to leave. I am confused, but oblige.

Ethan’s POV
I can’t believe she hasn’t caught on yet. We pull out of the Disneyland parking lot and I take the coastal highway home. The ocean crashes against the cliffs and Y/N rolls down the window. She leans watching the road and moving her hand in the wind. I am still lost at how someone could be so perfect. We are getting close to the spot. I take a deep breath.

Y/N POV
I look around, confused as to why we are taking this roundabout route home.
“Where are we going babe?”
“Be patient” he smiles coyly
“Okay” I laugh.
A few minutes later I see it.
“Ethan, what are we doing here? Ethan!”
Lovers lookout was where my grandfather brought my grandmother on their first date and is where my dad proposed to my mom. I didn’t even know Ethan knew that stuff or payed attention to it. He always seemed so preoccupied with the football or hockey game while I rambled on about this stuff. Apparently, I was wrong.
He parks, but keeps the car running. The radio station comes in clearly.
“This next one goes out to Y/N from Ethan” he says and I look over at him.
“What the hell are you doing?” I am ready to cry because I know exactly what is happening as he opens the door of the car for me. Our song from when we first started dating, Thinking Out Loud comes on and I can’t control the tears. They roll down my face and I shake my head in disbelief as Ethan sits me down on the car, kneeling in front of me.
“Y/F/N, every minute I spend with you leaves me wanting another. You are the most amazing person I know. You are beautiful, intelligent, stubborn, witty, so sexy, nurturing, honest, and a billion other things, some of which I have yet to discover. I used to think adventure could only be achieved alone and love was a fairytale mind game. Now, I have no doubt that the love I feel for you and the life we will spend and create together is all the adventure anyone could ask for. So, would you do me a small favor and stick around for the rest of my life?”
I nod like a bumbling idiot as he reveals a perfect diamond and pearl ring, vintage style like my grandmothers. “Of course I will”

Ethan’s POV
I stand up and slide the ring on her finger before picking her up in my arms. I give her the softest, longest kiss as the sun paints the ocean pink.
“This was perfect” she says softly as we are laying on the hood of the car together.
“I’m going to be the best husband” I say and her laugh floats up into the air, melding with the sounds of the waves.
Nothing can top this moment.

Request: Knight in Shining Armor

Request:  I would like to request an imagine where Mark takes the reader to meet his family at some family gathering thingy. He’s playing with his nieces and nephews, and when they have to go to bed, they want a bedtime story. They want you to tell them a story (the reader writes stories) and the reader tells them the story of when princess markiplier was kidnapped by a dragon and prince jacksepticeye came to the rescue. Weird I know, but yeah … my brain is just weird

AN: Your brain is perfect and I hope you realize how adorable this request is. I had such a fun time writing it and I hope I did it some justice! Thank you for the request and don’t ever doubt yourself. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by markimooosexual

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a top 10 (if you do those ^^;) of HQ who is the most father like or who is the most fun father? ( sorry for my bad English! ) I really like your blog btw!!

Thank you so much and this is fine your english isn’t bad at all dont sweat it!! Also I kind of just did who is going to be really good dads hope that’s a okay

  1. Bokuto, tbh he is just so great with kids and kids always love him to death so I think out of all the characters he is going to be the best father
  2. Sugawara, second best with kids after Bo, kids love his kindness and always just randomly come up to him and will start talking to him, Suga is responsible yet can be firm and I just think he is going to be a really good dad
  3. Ushijima, even though he looks a bit rough and mean kids really seem to like him, they can tell how kind he is and he is always welcome to the idea of going to play with little kids and they all love his smile
  4. Hinata, knows how to take care of kids because of how much he had to watch Natsu, he is kind and light hearted and is going to be a great dad
  5. Kyoutani, despite popular belief he is fucking great with kids, all kids for some reason just really like him and he doesn’t know why, the kids sense his inner worth
  6. Tendou, the fun dad, does everything to spoil his kids and will do anything to make sure that they are happy, probably a single dad and had to raise him/her on his own and he is a really really good parent
  7. Tanaka, loves kids!!!! they love him!!!!, going to be a great dad someday and all of the kids think he is hilarious
  8. Yamaguchi, a very good support system, he is kind and loving and will make sure that his kids are the best they can be without pressuring them
  9. Hanamaki, another one of the fun dad’s, will do anything he can to be there for his kid and will definitely know how to take care of kids and be stern at the same time
  10. Aone, same as Ushijima, kids basically come in waves to him when they get lost because they can sense how kind hearted he is, will be a great dad someday

It’s been a long day, and Eddie winces every time she hears Jamie throw something else in his locker. She sneaks a look at him out of the corner of her eye, waiting until he’s spent. When he finally goes quiet, she turns to face him. She sees the forlorn look on his face and makes a split-second decision: she gives him a hug. He stiffens at first, but relaxes into it and settles his arms around her. They stand there drawing wordless comfort from each other, their breathing starting to synchronize. Because she’s so much shorter than him, his head ends up resting on top of hers, and when he moves his head, his lips end up in her hair. She tenses up as she feels it but she doesn’t want to ruin the moment. So she tightens her arms around his waist and burrows in a little bit and lets one of her hands slip down his back to rest on top of his waistband. He pulls her in closer and moves his head so that his lips are next to her ear.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” She asks, into his chest.
“Just- Thanks.“
"For you, Reagan? Anything.” He snorts, and the spell is broken.
“Beer?”
“Yeah.”

***

Four pitchers of beer and 3 games of pool later, Eddie’s got her arm around Jamie’s waist, his arm slung over her shoulder. She’s glad she’s strong, because he is almost dead weight. It’s 15 blocks and a subway ride away to her place and a $20 cab ride (at this time of night anyway) back to his. She can’t manhandle him all the way to the subway, so she decides to hail a cab.

“Reagan! Let’s go. You got cash? We’re gonna need it to get back to your place.”
“You’re coming over? Good thing I put clean sheets on then.”
“Shut up.”

She piles them both into a cab and rattles her partner’s address off from memory. Thankfully it’s not far because she doesn’t think she can handle his off-key warbling and uproarious laughter for much longer. The car rolls to a stop outside their destination, and Eddie reaches over to get the cash out of the pocket of Jamie’s hoodie. He grabs her hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing it quickly before letting go.
“Reagan, what the fuck?”
“You’re my best partner and I like you a lot. But you can’t go in my pocket. Girlfriends only.”
She rolls her eyes, but humours him anyway.

He digs around, finds his money and throws a bunch of bills at the driver.
“Thank you good sir, for keeping us safe.”
“Jesus Christ Reagan. Get out of the car.” She turns to the driver and asks if there’s enough money. Once she’s sure they’ve settled up and apologizes to the driver, she pushes Jamie out of the car, grabbing his belt so he doesn’t fall over.
He catches his balance so she drops her hand, letting her fingers trail across his lower back as she steps back from him.

She watches as he’s lost in thought. He’s not saying anything but she knows he’s worried about the boy they left in foster care that afternoon. He cares about everyone, sometimes to the detriment of his own well-being, and when he gets like this she feels like she needs to make sure he’s okay.

She’s shaken from her thoughts at the sound of her partner wretching all over the sidewalk. She catches his eye in time to see that pitiful look on his face, the look that tells her she won’t be going home tonight. She rubs his back as he heaves feeling his muscles contract and relax and wonders what they’d feel like as he hovered over her, driving into her with abandon. He stands up suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts.

He leans his head on her shoulder. “Eddie I don’t feel so good.”
She chuckles and rolls her eyes in his general direction. “If you feel as good as you look, I can only imagine. Let’s get you upstairs and into bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“You’re my favourite partner.”
“I know.”

***

By the time they get upstairs, he’s almost dead on his feet and is absolutely no help at unlocking the apartment door. She pushes him in ahead of her so she can lock the door; as she does, she hopes she can sneak into his bed again and sleep there instead of on the couch. He’s so drunk he probably won’t notice, but she still wants to create the illusion that she sees him as a partner and a friend, nothing more.

He’s sitting on the couch, head in his hands, mumbling something about fairness when she walks in. She can’t quite make out what he’s saying, but she knows he’s upset. She goes into his bathroom to get some Advil, pours him a glass of water and goes to sit beside him. If she can’t make him feel better, she can at least try to make his hangover less awful.

He’s shaking when she sits down, and she asks him what’s so funny. It isn’t until he looks up at her with red-rimmed eyes that she realizes he’s crying. She’s never seen him like this before and she has no idea what to do. He’s always the strong one, letting her break down while he bears it. She thinks that maybe he’s just hit his breaking point, and that its up to her to bring him back.

“Reagan, what’s wrong?”
He sniffs. “Nothing, it’s stupid. Just had too much to drink.”
“Bullshit. What’s wrong”
“I’m fine. I better get to bed.” He attempts to stand but she pulls on his arm, forcing him back onto the couch.
“Goddammit Reagan. Stop trying to be the hero and hold it all in. You’re upset and I’m here, wanting to help you like you always help me. Stop acting like such a…man…and let me in.”
She doesn’t know why she’s so mad at him, but the tone of her voice must mean business to him because he sighs loudly before he starts to talk, eyes down at the floor.

“I just…. I went to college to be a lawyer, right? It’s all I ever wanted to do. And I always thought that I was going to make a difference in the world doing that. And then I found out that even though I rebelled against it, I was made to be a cop. So I’m doing that. I went to a fucking Ivy League law school, and I’m a beat cop in New York City. Don’t get me wrong, I know now that this is what I’m supposed to be doing, but days like today make me wonder if I made the right choice. I could do so much more for kids like that if I worked in the DAs office, you know? Or a big firm and did a bunch of pro bono work to help people who really need it.” He stops, and inhales on a shaky breath, sighing when her hand rests gently between his shoulder blades. She strokes her thumb gently on his back and waits for him to speak again because she knows he’s not done yet.

“I wish I could have done more for him. He has no one in his life who loves him anymore, and the foster system is so hard for teenagers. I have no idea what that foster family is going to be like. How do we know he’s going to be okay? I just-” He chokes back a sob and Eddie uses this as her chance to jump in. She kneels down on the floor in front of him and takes his face in her hands, lifting it so that she can see his eyes.

“Reagan, you listen to me because I’m only going to say it once. You are a great cop, the best partner anyone could ask for. You’re like the poster boy for New York’s Finest. I never have to worry about anything when we’re on patrol together because I know you have my back. You go so far beyond the call of duty its kind of sickening, and I spend all my time trying to be half as good as you. Today, with that kid? I know you did everything possible to make sure he ended up in a good place. Could you have done more? Maybe, but short of bringing him home yourself, I don’t know what it could have been.”

He perks up at her suggestion. “Eddie, you’re brilliant! I should have brought him to live with me. How did I not think of that?”

“Reagan, you can’t handle a kid. Maybe someday, but not right now. You’ll be a great dad, whenever that time comes. Those kids are going to be so lucky.” She feels the lump in her throat grow, and it takes everything she has not to let her tears fall. She coughs. “Anyway. You need to know something: I’d rather spend time with you than anyone else I know, because you make me a better cop and a better person. You’re a good man, Jamie. The best.”

Her voice drops off, and he’s looking at her with an expression she’s never seen before. She leans her head towards him, her forehead resting against his. Her hands slip from his face and she brings one to the back of his head, pulling him into her. He slides from the couch and kneels in front of her wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. He’s crying again, and she holds his head in place, whispering soothing words in his ear. She feels his arms tighten around her again, and all of a sudden it feels like it’s a million degrees in the room. He must feel it too because his head turns ever so slightly and his lips are resting on her neck. Her hand moves unbidden to the nape of his neck, and she rakes her nails through the short hair there.

His lips move against her skin and at first she’s not sure what’s happening, but she’s going to go with it. She feels his lips a little closer to her neck and she’s now certain he’s kissing her. Without meaning to, she lets out a breathy moan and they both freeze at the sound. She’s kicking herself for breaking the spell until she feels his lips on her ear.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers. “I need you.”
She doesn’t trust her voice, but she nods in agreement. “Okay,” she bites out. “I’ll stay.”

They pull away from each other, the tension in the room palpable. He stands first, locking eyes with her and reaching his hand out to help her up; he pulls on her arm and she stumbles, ending up pressed against him. Her hand rests against his chest and she sucks in a breath, licking her lips in the suddenly dry room. She slides her hand up to his cheek and draws his face to hers while he slides a hand across her lower back and brings their hips together. Her stomach flutters just before their lips meet, and she feels herself melting into the kiss. She’s wanted this since she met him, and it’s only happened once before; this time though, he’s not brushing her off and she doesn’t want to think too hard about what that might mean.

The kiss is gentle, but she feels the heat behind it and wonders how they’ve each managed to keep this all under wraps for so long. She leans further into him and deepens the kiss, her tongue brushing his lower lip before she bites down. He pulls his head back, startled, and lets out a long breath. He drops his hand from her waist and takes a step back from her but doesn’t let go of her hand.

He raises his eyebrow at her, silently asking if she’ll follow. She nods, and laces his fingers with hers, leading her towards his bedroom. She doesn’t think she should sleep with him tonight. He’s too vulnerable and she doesn’t want him to regret it, because she knows she can’t take that.
“Jamie. Wait. We can’t.”
He stops and drops her hand and she can see his shoulders tense. “What?”
“Can you look at me please?”
He turns, slowly, a look of intense disappointment already on his face.
She reaches for him and he flinches away from her and she can’t stop the weight in the pit of her stomach. “Jamie. Please don’t be upset. I told you I’d stay with you and I meant it. I’ve wanted this-” she gestures wildly, “since I met you and I’m not willing to throw it away because you’re hurting and need a warm body beside you.” She furiously swipes at a tear on her cheek and stares at him, willing him to say something.

He breaks the silence and chokes back the lump in his own throat. “Eddie, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think that. I don’t want that either. I mean, I do, but you’re right. Not like this. I’m sorry.” He moves towards her, and envelops her in a hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you feel that. I-”
“Sweetheart? The hell?”
He laughs. “Too much?”
“Weird, mostly.”

She breaks their hug and walks towards his bedroom. She looks over her shoulder at him. “Coming?”

***

He wakes up first, looking down at the woman in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He doesn’t know what they are, but he’s glad they’re not just partners anymore. She looks good beside him, and he’s glad they just slept last night. They’re complicated enough without adding sex to the equation, at least at this point. He gets out of bed, careful not to wake her, and goes into the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on. He knows she likes it, but he didn’t expect the aroma to wake her as quickly as it did. She pads out of his bedroom wearing the sweatpants she borrowed and his favourite blue hoodie, running her hands through her hair. He feels a familiar tightening in his groin, and hopes they can sort out their issues sooner rather than later. As good as she looks in his clothes, he can’t wait to see her out of them.

He grins at her. “Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?”
She glares at him. “Watch it Reagan.”
“No really. How’d you sleep?”
“Good. Really good. That bed you have is amazing. So much better than mine.” She walks over to him and kisses him good morning. “Might have had something to do with the bedfellow too.”
He snorts. “Bedfellow? How old are you? Eighty?”
“Shut up”

They sit at his kitchen counter, drinking their coffee in silence. She can tell he’s got something on his mind so she lets him think it through; it’s nice, being here with him and she doesn’t want to ruin it.
“Hey Eddie? Last night, when you were talking about my kids being lucky?”
She swallows hard and lifts her mug to her mouth, needing a distraction from what she’s sure is coming. “Yeah?”
“Did you mean my kids? Or our kids? Because if it was up to me, I’d like option two.”

Bonner’s full panel video from today is on Facebook. Approx 35 minutes long.

I cannot link it, but you can search on Bonner’s name to find it.

He talks DWTS, Sharna, the pros, music, etc….

At the end he is put on the spot about his current relationship with Sharna 😳…

He handled it well. And is very complimentary.

A little girl asked what his favorite dance was and it was the AT. He is sooooo cute with the little girl. He’s going to make a great Dad someday.

It’s over 30 minutes long. Bonner talks mostly at the beginning and at the end during questions.

💙 Great job cowboy! 😄👍!!

so this all started with a pretty simple question: “if he was such a smart, motivated kid, why didn’t ford apply anywhere else for college?”

i mean, there has to be more than one prestigious school in the entire country, right? even one much closer to home, which might ultimately have helped stanley feel a little less left behind and softened the whole scenario? there had to be. nothing about it makes sense!

unless, of course, there’s another answer – he didn’t get to

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Sweeties! I have finally finished it! You all have send me sooo many great ideas, and I hope you’ll like what I’ve done with them! It’s divided it multiple parts, I think it’ll be pretty obvious. Leave me a message!! :D

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“Hey Hannah, do you want to do a video with me?” Grace asked.

“Uh, sure,” Hannah shrugged, “But we’ll shoot it in the living room, I want to keep an eye on Alex.”

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anonymous asked:

How did the mother's day out go? I assumed they all had a great time at the spa? Will the dads have a day out someday too?

They had an amazing time! Jinyoung was happy to let off some steam! They all got massages and mimosas! They had an beautiful breakfast suho had like 30 waffles! Jeonghan was shy at first but then 2Jin started to talk about their members and he loosened up! They know so many things about EXO now, the s in suho is for shade. Jackson dropped by to make sure they were having a good time! As soon as he entered jinyoung’s line of vision pillows started to flyyyyyyyyyyyyy and he retreated. Taehyung and Baekhyun flooded Jin and suho with Kakao emojis. Seventeen respected their mothers alone time. @realbighit @yesofficialpledis @officialsmtown I say it was successful! I don’t know if we’ll do anything for Father’s Day yet! Maybe?