her face is the feeling you get when you drink hot chocolate on a really cold day

Vice Versa // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: Since I’m already up in your requests, may I request a Jaehyun scenario. Maybe about him meeting you for the first time at a coffee shop then it winds up being yall’s meeting place.

words: 1605

category: fluff + drabble (?)

author note: since its jaehyuns birthday and also Valentine’s Day I thought I would write this first! it’s really simple but also kinda cheesy and idk how I feel about it haha. please enjoy it anyway and look forward to more requests being written soon!!

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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Worth The Fight

Summary: A life threatening encounter finally brings you and Dean to the realisation that you’re better off together than you are apart.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: + 3k

Warnings: 

demons being demons, kidnapped reader, SPN type violence, injured reader, mentions of blood, language, angst, smut, unprotected sex, fluffy fluff

*gifs are not mine

Based on this request- I saw that your request are open may I request a deanXreader . The reader and dean are more than hunting friends and he ends up saving the reader from a demon attack. some smut and fluff - @captainemwinchester

A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it! <3 

As always, feedback is loved!

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It was dark and cold when you eventually woke, a dull throbbing pain at the back of your head. You tried to move your hand to check for injuries, but it was no use, they were bound behind your back with you lying on your side, your ankles also tied together and the ground beneath you becoming increasingly uncomfortable in your current position.

You groaned, eyes squinting closed as the lights were suddenly turned on, the brightness making it hard to adjust.

Once you got your bearings, you soon realised you were in some sort of barn. Wooden beams ran across the ceiling and dirt covered the ground, the only exit being a large door at the other end of the barn and with your arms and legs tied, you were sure breaking out would be an unlikely concept.

“I would apologise for the accommodation, but I don’t really want to.”

Looking up you saw the large wooden door slide open, a woman stepping inside wearing a long coat with jeans and boots. She strode towards you, a cruel smile over her face. She blinked and in an instant her eyes turned pure black, a sickening feeling soon washing over you.

“You’re a long way from home,” you gritted out, glaring back at the demon with pure disgust and hatred.

“Well, I’m having a lot more fun up here. You hunters are just a blast to play with.”

She squatted down in front of you. “And do I have a great game for us girls to play. It’s called truth or truth, and if you lie to me, well,” she clicked her tongue, “I’m just gonna have to get creative with the little torture techniques we have in hell. Your boy Dean-o knows all about them.”

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when stars cross (m)

Originally posted by yoongbeans

words: 14,307.
pairing: yoongi x reader.
genre: fluff, smut. 
summary: yoongi doesn’t believe in christmas miracles until you walk into his life.

↪ a/n: here’s day 2 from the christmas collab I’m doing! feel free to read the other stories here.

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A warm night

Lights flickered in the midst of a solemn and tranquil night in London. Fireflies shone brightly and proudly in the night, dazzling districts of the barely visible sky. The moon was a spec of light that faintly glistened at the peaceful city below. The city had tiny glimpses of snow and the grass that sprouted in a splendid lush color now froze and grew into a pearly white shade. The wind ceased its quiet whispering and it seemed as if time stopped.

That would be if it weren’t for two people.

The towering sapphire eyed girl transformed into an ordinary young Londoner shivering in the freezing cold. Her petite hair, which reached until her ears, swayed in the wind gently as she walked towards a bench with a can of hot chocolate. She shuffled the scarf on her neck and tucked it tightly so she could snuggle her face underneath it.

The young woman brushed her knees against each other and warmed her hands with the hot can she held. Gradually, she then opened the can and drank a sip of the hot chocolate. Satisfied, she sighed in relief and a transparent smoke released into the air. She gazed up above and admired the atmosphere she was in; the soft sound of her hair gently moving made her perk up the edges of her mouth in happiness. It was another long day for this young woman, surprisingly longer than any other.

Her gaze traveled towards the lamp that flickered as though it was on the verge of dying out. Then it suddenly shut and the apricot beam that brightened her face was gone. A tiny source of light approached her way and the girl gasped in excitement. She rose up and tried to touch the firefly slowly. The firefly then wandered towards another street lamp, where the navy haired woman followed. Her focus was right at the firefly and she was amazed at the sight.

That was where she bumped into someone. The woman jumped back in surprise and stared up at a slender and lanky blonde haired man. His face was illuminated by the street lamp that trapped them both. The blonde man had flashing turquoise eyes that struck right through the shivering girl’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” The young man questioned worriedly as his expression softened.

The young blue eyed woman was surprised as she saw his face. “Adrien?” she muttered, slightly tilting her head to the right.

“Oh, uh how do you know my name…? Ah! Are you a fan by chance? Nice to meet-” Adrien asked awkwardly as he lifted one of his hands to shake with hers.

The young woman gasped and untightened the scarf that covered half of her face. “No, no It’s me Marinette” She said happily and smiled.

Adrien’s eyes grew wide and he covered his mouth unconsciously. “WOAH! Marinette ah sorry I couldn’t recognize you because the light was so bright. Why are you out so late anyways? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be fine, plus I was just on my way home so its fine” Marinette smirked at the worried blonde, blushing slightly at the edges of her ears.

Marinette then saw the floor and stared blankly at her hot chocolate spilled on the ground. She hesitantly kneeled down to pick it up, only to gaze at it in dismay. “My hot chocolate….”

Adrien kneeled down surprised. “It must of spilt when we bumped into each other…” He stopped in the middle of his sentence to see Marinette’s face obviously stating:

No shit Sherlock

“… Why don’t I buy you another one?” Adrien quickly said while picking Marinette and himself on their feet.

“Oh no, it’s fine I can live without it” Marinette said while continuing her stare down with the can of hot chocolate.

“No! I must make up for it, come on let’s go get one” Adrien cheerfully said whilst he took her wrist and dragged her to a vending machine around the corner of the street.

Adrien who was unfamiliar with vending machines stared at it while squinting, wondering what the hell he should do. Marinette caught on to the situation, remembering that he has been served drinks instead of this. Marinette clicked the number which had the hot chocolate and gestured Adrien to insert the £1.50 in the machine. She kneeled down and took the hot chocolate, warming up her hands.

“This is really warm; you can warm your hands with this” Marinette handed the hot chocolate to Adrien.

“No its fine, I have gloves” Adrien lifted his hands next to his ears revealing his Navy blue leather gloves.

“Try it at least, you’ll feel warmer, I get this usually when I forget my gloves” Marinette chuckled as she grabbed Adrien’s hand gently and placed the can on it. “Warm right?” she questioned.

“It sure is” Adrien nodded and gazed at her pale prolonged fingers fidget in her pocket. “But I think you need this more than me” He smiled gently as he gave back the can of hot chocolate. “Oh also take this too, I have plenty at home” Adrien spoke as he took of his gloves, stacking them on top of each other, and giving it to her in one hand.

“Thank you, I’ll repay you when we meet again” Marinette grinned as she tucked her face back into her scarf out of shyness.

Marinette gradually reached her fingers into the glove, which was a size bigger, and held the hot chocolate while sipping a bit from time to time. They walked together only inches apart as Adrien suggested walking her home no matter how many times she refused.  The night was subtle and tranquil; it was like the whole world disappeared before them.

Their breath was transparent and could be seen while they walked together. Adrien shuffled his hands in his pockets, trying to keep it warm. He slightly ducked his head so that his ears could be warmed by the warm wool of his coat. Adrien peeked a look at Marinette, anxious because of the deadly silence that filled the air. His eyes grew misty as he gazed at her. He gazed with somber and wistful eyes like he had been watching her for all these years with those same eyes. Marinette slightly turned her head to sneak a peek at Adrien as well and by then he was staring at the concrete. She stared as a strand of his blonde hair slid down to hover over his eye. Marinette hesitantly looked at her hand and took off the glove on her right hand. She unconsciously stopped Adrien by gripping onto his left arm.

“Oh ah… Your hair” Marinette mumbled as she stepped towards him.

Marinette reached to brush her pale hand against his hair, and gradually hid it behind his ear. Adrien who was startled glanced at her eyes as she suddenly brushed his hair. His hands crawled out of his pocket and reached each side of her face. Adrien’s breath grew a bit heavy as he stared into her eyes.

So familiar, these eyes are so familiar.

Marinette struck up by surprise as he held her face and looked at his eyes stunned. Her eyes were wide in bewilderment and her heart skipped beats and grew louder.

“Adrien..?” She finally spat out quietly.  

Adrien was confused and flustered but he didn’t let go, and he didn’t want to let go.

“Who… are you?” Adrien spoke as his breath appeared in the air. His voice sounded so weak and curious and scared. He drew her closer to him, their faces centimeters apart. Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed as he spoke and his eyes wouldn’t withdraw.

“Are you her….” His voice grew heavier. “The one … who I’ve been looking for?” His hand twitched and her hair drew back behind her ears, he glanced at her earrings and his eyes grew wider than before.

Marinette gasped as she realized her ears were revealed. She got out of his grasp and walked back gradually clenching onto her shirt. Her teeth shivered as her hair curtained her shocked face.

“Ladybug?”

Adrien’s broad voice struck her in agony. She jolted at the name and raised her face to meet his.

“No! No Adrien why would you think I’d be Ladybug? I’m weak and quiet; you especially know that, so haha, why would I be Ladybug?! Adrien-”

Adrien grabbed her shoulders and closed the gap between them. There was no distance between them anymore. His lips locked with hers underneath the sky full of fireflies. The silence of London was finally back and tiny specs of snow were passed down from the sky.

Although the night was frigid and quiet, the warmth between them was much more to keep them from being cold.

- A short shitty piece by moi

It’s easier to do a scenery of London because it’s where i live so yeah :)

Way too much

pairing - kang daniel x reader (feat. best friend!au Kim Jaehwan) - angst, fluff
words - 1, 225.
further - daniel doesn’t seem to like your best guy friend. requested by anonymous.

Originally posted by sour-satang

The sun wasn’t shining anymore, and the sudden chill made you shiver a little. Sniffing a little, you run face down, trying to speed up into the warm building and get a nice cup of warm hot chocolate. That was what you most loved about college, the vending machine pouring out hot chocolate for you in this kind of weather, only for 500 won. Before you could enter in the building, you felt your vision becoming blank for a second, as you lost your balance for a little.

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softly blurred

on Ao3

from the @miraculousexchange​ spring exchange for Amaranthis on tumblr (if you have a tumblr let me know!!) 

~technically~ the prompt was any side of the love square and the rain, but i went with all sides because i really love the 5+1 things trope!

also someone please get me to stop procrastinating oh my god i regret a lot

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I love the rain.
I love how it softens the outlines of things.
The world becomes softly blurred,
and I feel like I melt right into it.

-Hanamoto Hagumi


i. summer - l’été

 The thick humidity breaks as thunder claps. Gray clouds hide the sun and Marinette stares at the drizzle with a sinking heart, thinking of the walk home in the downpour. Her maman has always told her to always have an umbrella on her. Better to be over prepared than caught in a storm.

Marinette has never been all that good at listening to other people’s advice.

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In the aftermath of yesterday’s clip, here is a short fic of Yousana in the future (let’s say in 2 years). They’re happy and together. Sana just finished an exam and Yousef is waiting for her (so I guess this is for @smoothyousef and @nothesc who recently had exams of their own). Hope you like it!

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Sana comes out of the room, relieved to be done with her exams for the first semester. She had been taking exams for a week and a half now and was exhausted. She was really looking forward to the winter break, to finally get some rest.

As she is leaving the building, she turns her phone back on to find that she has received several messages from the girls wishing her luck, asking her if the exam went well and wondering is she was free to hang out tonight to celebrate the break. She really misses seeing these girls everyday, even if they are constantly keeping in touch thanks to the group chat. Thankfully, they are all studying in Oslo which made things easier whenever they have the opportunity to see each other.

She replies to them quickly and as she is pressing « send » she hears a voice saying :

“- Hey! Have you seen my girlfriend? She’s wearing black and she.. ”

Without missing a beat or raising her head, Sana replies :

“-No sorry, I didn’t really pay attention to the others during the exam.”

She keeps on walking and hears : 

“- Are you sure? Because I’m sure she just took an exam here !

-Ask someone else, sorry.”

She keeps on walking, a satisfied smile starting to appear on her face. She starts counting in her head wondering how long it will take him to react. 

1,2,3…She hears him letting out an exasperated sigh mixed with a laugh 

4,5,6,7… She types “A guy is trying to flirt with me in front of the school. What a weirdo”. And presses send. She hears that laugh again as her phone indicates that he has read the text.

8,9, 10,11,12… She hears footsteps behind her as she reaches the bench she’s been walking towards. 

13,14,15…She sits down, still not looking up from her phone 

16,17,18…He arrives in front of her.

“- Happy with yourself?” 

She raises her head with a little laugh to look up at Yousef, whose facial expression seems to hesitate between fondness and amusement, and replies :

“- Indeed, I am.

- I honestly thought for a second that you didn’t recognize my voice. Which ruined my joke. 

- "Have you seen my girlfriend?” What kind of a joke is that? 

- The kind you like because I’m the one doing it. 

- Pff, as if !

- You love my humour, you really do. 

- You’re blocking the sun and ,that, is something I know I don’t like 

- Oh sorry, I forgot you needed to perfect your tan!” 

Sana laughs. It’s really a wonder how this boy can make her smile and laugh and feel giddy by saying stupid things like that. He can truly be hilarious at time (not that she would ever tell him how she sometimes gets into a fit of laughter late at night when they are conversing by texts, so much so that she has to hide her face in her pillow to avoid waking her parents and Elias up). 

« - You have permission to sit down next to me 

- Oh I have permission? What an honour! I’m flattered. 

- You must be feeling so lucky right now .

- I do »

His voice has lost the tone of banter, becoming soft and full of love. The affection pouring through those tiny words makes Sana blush. 

Instead of sitting down next to her, he asks :

“- How about we go to a café instead of just sitting here in the cold? This way you can tell me all about how amazing you were at that exam while we drink a hot chocolate. I need to warm up after waiting for you in the cold. 

- You’re right. It’s probably better if you don’t catch a cold seeing that you work with kid and all, you don’t want to make them sick!

- You’re more worried about their health than mine ? Ok. Nice.

- And I don’t even like kids so that tells you a lot about how I feel about you.

- Shut up, you love me.

- Hm, do I ?

- You do.

- Do I, really ?”

She stands up and says :

“- I guess that if I do love you we should go to a café, to make you happy or something.

- So you’re saying you love me ?

- I will make no declarations in public on that matter.

- Not that you do many declarations in private either.”

At that, she bites her lips. She knows that she isn’t really affectionate with him. Not as much as she would like to be. Teasing him is so much more easier than pouring her heart out, even if her hearts sings everytime he’s near her. She wishes she could tell him that everyday, but she often struggles to let it out.

Sensing her hesitation, Yousef takes her hand and adds  with a soft voice:

- And I wouldn’t have it any other way .

She smiles at him and they start walking down the street. After a few steps, she says :

- I thought soulmates didn’t need to talk to know each others’ feelings anyway?

He stops walking abruptly which causes her to stumble on her feet.

« -Sana you can’t say things like that to me, in the middle of the street !

- Will you stop being dramatic please ? We have a café to go to.

- You said « soulmates ».

- No, you said « soulmates », remember ? You were the first one to say it and it wasn’t even to me.

- Whatever, you repeated it!

- Will you stop ?

- Nope

Sana laughs again and tugs on his hand to make him start walking again.

« - I want my hot chocolate now, come on !

- Oh now, she wants her cocolate ! Well, diva much ?

- Shut up, you love it »

They keep on bantering for the rest of the walk down to their favorite café. After ordering, they sit down in front of each other at a table in a corner. They stay silent for a few seconds, looking into each other eyes.

After a while, Yousef asks :

- So, how brilliantly did you do ?

-Well, I don’t know if it was « brilliant »…

- I bet it was.

- Do not interrupt me.

- Sorry, just had to tell the truth.

- Yousef…

- I know, I know, we have to wait for the results !

- That’s right.

- So how did you do ?

She knows she just told him to wait for the results before saying whether or not she did well but she can’t help but smile when she thinks about the exams she just took. She really think she did well.

“- Hm quite well, I think. Remember I told you it was two different exercices ?

- Sana, I have been working on this with you for the past month or so, of course I remember !

- It was a way of introducing what I was going to say, I knew you knew.

- “I knew you knew” !

- Yousef ! I’m trying to answer your question here !”

Oh how she loves this. Talking nonsense with him, laughing with him, being with him. She knows that in the and, and whenever she needs him to, he will listen and he will ask questions and he will care. He will always support her and encourage her. But he will also never let an opportunity to tease her and/or make her laugh pass. She starts again :

“- So the first part was quite easy. It was really similar to one of the exercises I did in preparation which was helpful although it was a slightly different subject but that made it really interesting. I was dreading the second part because I didn’t do as well as I would’ve liked in my mock exam. But I was able to write 4 pages and include some of the examples I researched on the side as well as some from that lecture I attended two months ago. So I think all the content is right and interesting. I just hope that my teacher approves of my conclusion because that really matters.

- I knew you would do well but it’s really nice to hear you say that. What conclusion did you write ?”

They keep on talking about science and theories for a while. Yousef has spent so many hours helping her study that he knows a great deal about her subjects now. She can rarely speaks about how passionate she is about science and biology with her fiends. But with Yousef, she can talk about anything and she knows he will be interested. It never cease to warm her heart . To return the favor, she asks him about his day  at the children center.

He starts telling her the story of this boy who tried to eat tree bark because he thought he was an elf and how he (Yousef) had to stop him (the little boy) from degrading the tree and hurting himself as well as explaining him (the little boy) why he couldn’t eat tree bark. He also told her that he had received confirmation that his application for specialized educator had been received. By the formation center. He was trying to become a teacher assistant for kids with special needs. When he first told her that he was working in a children center a few years ago, she thought he was only doing it for the money and to be busy. But he is truly passionate about kids and education. He can go on and on about the educational system in Norway and the different organizations he would like to work with.

She wants to heal bodies, he wants to educate minds.

She wants to cure, he wants to teach.

She is passionate about science, he is passionate about education.

She is passionate about understanding and discovering, he is passionate about explaining and teaching.

She is passionate about him, he is equally passionate about her.

“I guess that’s what being soulmates means after all.” thinks Sana

café blues

genre: coffeeshop!au

star of the show: NCT’s Yuta

word count: 2,004 words

author’s note: the coffeeshop!au I said I wouldn’t write but then I saw Yuta and yeah… 

Originally posted by taei

opening line: “I’d mess up your order any day if that gives me a chance to talk to you whenever you come in for coffee.” 

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dating nct yuta!!121!! (again, on the right blog this time.)

yakisoba prince :“)
• takoyaki prince :”)
• YUTA is literally SO PRETTY YOU CANT HELP YOURSELF JUST, STARING AT HIM.
• yuta LOVES TO TELL YOU HOW PRETTY YOU ARE.
• YUTA IS SO SWEET
• YUTA SEES FLOWERS DURING HIS OVERSEA TRIPS AND TAKES PICTURES OF THEM AND SENDS THEM TO YOU BC THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU.
• HE BUYS YOU LOTS OF MEANINGFUL AND SOME, REALLY UNMEANINGFUL THINGS. HE LOVES BUYING STUFF FOR YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO SPOIL YOU. BC YUTA ISN’T ABOUT THAT LIFE.
• hansol is the best friend
• HANSOL LITERALLY ALWAYS MAKES FUN OF YOU AND YUTA. MAINLY YUTA. IT’S SO FUNNY
• “hansol, stop making fun of my boyfriend”
• “HE THOUGHT DRAGONITE WAS THE EVOLVED FORM OF CHARAMANDER. HE’S SO- YUTA FIGHT ME.”
• “IT’S ORANGE. THEY’RE BOTH ORANGE.” -yuta
• YUTA is super SWEET AND NICE AND GREAT
• but sassy
• let’s talk about his sass
• on a sass scale from 1-10, yuta is a jisung.
• “yuta, what are you wearing in this mv wth”
• “at least i can work it more than you can :”)“
• “this jacket brings out my shit personality”
• “baby, you don’t need a jacket for that :”)“
• "yuta, that drawing looks so weird, you should start over”
• “whoever drew your face should start over :”)“
• you hear johnny and hansol and jaehyun and mark yelling "BOOM. ROASTED.” in the background, every, time.
• yuta doesn’t know what it means. but he likes it.
• girl group dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with the bassbot members is a thing
• of course along with that, them laughing at you is also a thing
• sharing ear buds w yuta :“)
• GOING INTO CUTE KOREAN STATIONARY SHOPS W YUTA
• going sightseeing w together is one of you guys’ favorite things
• pictures pictures pictures
• yall are so photogenic like wth :’) im attacked
• ok but you know that moment when you feel all empty, hopeless and angry all of the sudden? yuta is the person you call or text and he comforts you and it makes you feel so much better
• that was random but it popped up and it’s such a yuta thing
• serious when he needs to be, happy and funny when he needs to be
• such boyfriend material
• YOU KNOW HOW MOST GUYS ARE LIKE "EW TAMPONS/PADS???? I CAN’T DO THAT THAT’S EMBARRASSING BABE”?
• YUTA LEGIT DOES NOT CARE, YOU NEED IT? HE’LL GET IT.
• but he’s not the type of boyfriend that things outside of the boy and gets you chocolate and sweets and ice cream.
• you ask for tampons/pads? that’s all the boy will get you :“)
• of course that doesn’t mean that he won’t get you all those things if you ask, he definitely will whine a bit but get it for you
• cuddles with yuta are almost nonexistent, meaning-
• you guys don’t cuddle but it’s technically a cuddle, like, he hugs you while you guys are laying down but it’s not a cuddle, YOU KNOW
• kisses w yuta are mainly on the forehead or nose.
• random english and japanese speaking
• yuta doesn’t like you fangirling over other groups or other idols in general
• he pretends to hate it when you fangirl or overly compliment an nct member, but he doesn’t really mind, as long as it’s not taeyong, bc if you fangirl over taeyong, it’s legit
• YOU GUYS RAISE A PUPPY TOGETHER
• IT’S YOUR NON OFFICIAL BABY
• YOU GUYS NAMED IT "mochi”
• you guys are like a newly wed couple
• YOU GUYS CO-SEND OUT HOLIDAY CARDS
• YOU GUYS HAVE A CALENDAR TOGETHER
• YOU GUYS SPEND SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER IT’S WEIRD TO SEE YOU GUYS NOT TOGETHER EXCEPT WHEN THE BOYS HAVE A CONCERT OVERSEAS
• MOVIE NIGHTS W YUTA ARE GREAT
• but it’s like baby sitting bc-
• “jaemin, why are you here”
• “….jeno.”
• “……what the heck jisung.”
• “this is our date night-”
• “who am i kidding, we can’t have a normal date night ever as long as im an nct member”
• saying “i love you” doesn’t really surface in your conversations too much, but it does from time to time, mainly over text or call. or when he’s been away for a long time and you first see him after him being away, or when he’s leaving for a concert or a company trip.
• he calls you “baby” a lot
• bc you’re his baby ;“)
• lots of dates in the park or just walking around town
• you call him "prince”
• bc he’s your prince ;“)
• or yuta. bc. his name’s yuta. and vise versa. pet names are pretty common too tho.
• not much, but you guys often go stargazing too
• omgggg story time, FIRST SNOW W YUTA
• ok so in korea, there’s this saying about love and the first snow fall of the year and seeing it with them. idk how it exactly goes but you get the gist of it
• ok so, you two were out on a coffee date, cute, small, little meeting. it was fun and kind of meaningless bc it hasn’t been too long since you guys first started going out.
• yuta liked you since you two first met, but not in a love way, like a friend, and vise versa but those feelings grew little by little as you two began seeing more of each other.
• so here you guys were, in a coffee shop, on the third coldest day of the year so far, reaching almost negative 10 degrees. drinking coffee.
• it was fun, there wasn’t very much talking but it was comforting and warm.
• you guys finished your coffee and started to head outside when suddenly there was a loud cheer on the other side of the street. someone yelled "SNOW! SNOW!” and you two looked up and there it was. snow.
• yuta smiled at you, but you were too busy admiring the snow and touching each little snowflake that your hands could reach.
• yuta them realized that his heart was beating and he didn’t feel cold at all in negative 10 degree weather when he was with you.
• you smiled at yuta and waddled back towards him like a little girl who was seeing snow for the first time in her life.
• you snuggled back up towards yuta and smiled “it got cold”
• yuta hugged you and wrapped his arms around you like a large drape.
• :“) that day was the day that yuta fell in love with you :”)
• OK IF Y'ALL MAKE FUN OF THE BOY’S CHIN ONE MORE TIME, YOU WILL CATCH THESE FISTS.
• he’s so friggin insecure bc people made such a big freaking deal out of it omg
• he always is looking in the mirror if he’s not looking at the crazy comments online and it just makes you so sad bc it’s still yuta. the guy in front of you is still yuta, so what’s the problem?
• he comes to you but yuta’s the type of boyfriend who doesn’t like voicing out his problems (like serious ones where he seriously is hurt) he just laughs and plays with you and that’s stress relief for him
• ofc you don’t shove the problem in the poor boy’s face if he doesn’t want to talk about it and is struggling alone. but you do hint at it and you don’t do it to make him feel uncomfortable, you DO IT BC YOU LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND STOP COVERING UP HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE WITH A MASK.
• ok, yuta teaches you weird phrases in japanese, and tells you the wrong meaning for them.
• LIKE IT’S SO FUNNY, HE TEACHES YOU THE WORD FOR LIKE, “THE CORN CHURNS THY BUTTER”, AND LIES TO YOU AND TELLS YOU THAT IT MEANS “the soft glistening of the river water that reflects itself on the high sky”
• YUTA IS LITERALLY SUCH A WEIRDO.
• HE’S SO STUBBORN IN A GOOD YET LAID BACK WAY AND HE’S ALSO THE BOYFRIEND THAT’S LIKE SUPER SASSY BUT IS REALLY LAID BACK LIKE
• “let’s go outside.”
• “no, you stupid girl, it’s hot. im not about to sweat the hair dye out of my hair.”
•"please”
• “ok”
• YOU GUYS READ FANFICTION TOGETHER AND THERE IS LITERALLY NO SHAME
• “i wouldn’t do that” AND YOU LOOK AT HIM AND YOU’RE LIKE “yes you would, tf, you did this two days ago”
• YOU GUYS READ IT JUST TO MAKE FUN OF IT/HIM
• so many cute selfiessss
• you guys buy drinks together, selfie, you guys are out for coffee, selfie, you’re at his concert, selfie, you’re in a cafe together, selfie.
• HE HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU THAT YOU’RE UNAWARE OF. HE TAKES SO MANY OFF GUARD PICTURES BUT HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH BC HE LOVES YOU AND HIS LOVE FOR YOU IS PURE.
• yuta is super open on his opinions unless they’re mean opinions, but still, and he is not afraid to tell you that he thinks you’re completely wrong and list the 12 reasons why he thinks so.
• “why are you even an idol, just be a lawyer”
• YUTA TEXTS YOU A BIT. YOU GUYS PREFER MEETING IN PERSON BUT YOU GUYS TEXT MORE THAN CALLING.
• “did u eat”, “no”, “why”, “because my friend took me to a yakisoba place and every time i look at it, it feels like im in a restaurant that cooks and serves your hair”, “bye”
• THERE IS A DEFINITE HEART NEXT TO YOUR NAME ON HIS PHONE, LIKE A TINY ONE, OR A STAR. DEPENDS MORE ON WHAT YOU LIKE.
• yuta is a dog person he is not a cat person he is an outgoing doggie person
• HE WANTED TO RAISE A PUPPY WITH YOU BUT YOU GUYS DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER IT FOR A LONG TIME BC “OH GOD THE RESPONSIBILITY” -yuta
• but as it says so above like 40495967 bullets ago, you guys did get a lil pup and her name is mochi.
• why is teasing mark w yuta so much fun :“)
• doyoung is always on the verge of fighting yuta to the death bc he thinks that he can be sassier than yuta
• he could be, but yuta is naturally sassy, frankly there’s nothing doyoung can do at this point, he must give up
• yuta doesn’t read much but he loves it when you read stuff out loud to him it’s just, soothing
• you guys eat chicken together a lot it’s great
• YOU GUYS SHARE ONE DRINK ALMOST EVERY TIME
• you guys take lots of selfies of you guys in traditional clothing
• YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE BC SOMETIMES YOU GUYS PRETEND THAT YOU’RE IN A CHICKEN OR SODA CF AND YOU GUYS DO THE CHEESY COMMERCIAL LINES LIKE “so fresh, you won’t know what hit you”
• HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT YOUR EYES SEEM LIKE THEY’RE SPARKLING ALL THE TIME
• yuta tries to cook but most of the time he’s just like “order delivery”
• GROCERY SHOPPING W YUTA IS RARE BUT GOOD
• “WE NEED THIS”
• “NO. WE DO NOT NEED A BOILED EGG DISPENSER. STOP.”
• YUTA UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHES YOUR HAND A LOT AND HOLDS IT
• WHEN YUTA SAYS “I LOVE YOU” IT’S USUALLY MIXED IN W SOMETHING STUPID OR SOMETHING WEIRD BUT IT’S ALWAYS PURE AND GOOD
• BAKING W YUTA. YOU WISH THAT WAS A THING. WELL IT KINDA IS BUT THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER MEMBER OR TWO THERE BC PEOPLE DON’T TRUST YOU TWO TO DO STUFF ALONE, ESP THINGS THAT INVOLVE THE STOVE AND FIRE.
• NAKAMOTO YUTA NEEDS TO SMILE AND HE IS SMILING BC OF YOU AND YOU GIVE HIM HAPPINESS AND EVERYONE APPRECIATES YOU BC HE APPRECIATES YOU AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS. MAKE HIM HAPPY. MARRY HIM.
• i forgot. weird adlibs, puns, and pick up lines. oddly, it brings yuta a lot of joy even though he’s like “ew stop that’s so gross”

OK ACTUALLY. IT DIDN’T DELETE EVERYTHING; MY PHONE’S JUST TRASH. I HOPE THIS IS OK. I THINK IT’S A LOT SHORTER THAN NORMAL AND PROBABLY NOT THE BEST THAT I’VE WRITTEN BUT I’LL HOPEFULLY DO SOMETHING MORE GRAND AND EXCITING FOR MY NEXT POST!!! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REQUESTED YUTA AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED OTHER MEMBERS, THEY’RE ON THE WAY! ♡♡♡
EVERYONE ENJOY YOUR BREAKS AND DON’T STRESS TOO MUCH BC OF FINALS!!!
- jenny

A Night In.

Jughead Jones was typing on his laptop when he felt two familiar hands slide over the side of his face and cover his eyes. He smiled as he heard a giggle behind him.

“Guess who,” the voice teased.

Jughead felt giggles resounding from behind his booth, “Hmm,” Jughead paused, “Your voice sounds awfully giddy.”

The voice sounded disappointed, “So, you’re not going to guess?”

Jughead grinned and thought of something that would annoy Betty, “Fine – Veronica Lodge?”

“Jughead!” Betty moved her hands away from his face and slid into the booth next to him.

“So, what’s the occasion, Betts? You seem excited about something.”

Betty clapped her hands together, still smiling, “Oh, I am! Guess what it is?”

Jughead grinned. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited that Betty was here, “I have no idea, Betts. You tell me.”

“Jug, I just got the restored edition of Once Upon a Time in the West on Blu-ray!”

Jughead’s face perked up, “Really? I’d love to see that, Betts. That’s one of the greatest Westerns of all time. Plus, I’m a bit of a cinephile.”

Betty smirked, “I know, which is why I was wondering if you wanted to come over this weekend to watch it?”

Jughead couldn’t deny the feeling that started to envelope his lower stomach. This certainly wasn’t the first time they had watched movies in her room. He could recall half a dozen times when he’d been to her house to watch a movie. Nothing had ever happened, but lately they had started snuggling a little bit closer during these “movie nights.” A few weeks prior, Betty had fallen asleep on him. He’d be lying to himself if he denied there weren’t deeper feelings there. Jughead kept it a closely guarded secret that he had been in love with Betty Cooper since he was 11. He had never acted on his feelings though. But something was different now. Lately, he found himself daydreaming more and more about her. He wanted to kiss her, but if she didn’t feel the same, he was worried it would compromise the friendship they already had.

Jughead coughed a little, “This weekend? What do you mean, Betts?”

“Well, I got a lot of other DVD’s that I’ve been meaning to watch like Metropolis. And I’d love to rewatch Charade…um…if you’re interested. I was thinking we could have a movie marathon.”

Jughead laughed nervously, “Oh – er - right.”

Betty paused, “Um, my parents are going out of town. If it gets late you could just – I don’t know – crash on the couch or whatever.”

And just like that, Jughead knew. Her implication to come over for “the weekend” had to mean something more than just hanging out, didn’t it? Jughead looked up at her and grinned. He held back a little though, for fear of appearing too eager. He thought he could detect the faintest hint of nervousness in Betty’s voice. He was feeling nervous, too.

Betty cleared her throat, “So Friday, my house?”

He was feeling nervous again. As the two of them got up to leave he gave her a nod, “Okay, Betts. Sure.”

“Great,” Betty smiled and walked up to him, “See you Friday, Jug.” Suddenly, Betty looked at him, planted a swift kiss on his cheek, and left the diner.

Jughead stared after her. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He didn’t want to.

Jughead and Dilton Doiley were sitting on a bench in the locker room, they had just gotten out of P.E.

“Hey, Jughead. Got any plans this weekend? If not, I’m free.”

“Yeah, Betts and I are probably going to watch a movie at her place.”

“Oh, okay man.”

Reggie, still wearing a towel around his waist, sauntered over to the duo, “Woah. What’s this I hear? Riverdale’s own moody loner is taking a break from writing his manifesto?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “Hardly, Reggie. Betty and I are watching movies at her house. We do that all the time, dude.”

Reggie looked at him incredulously, “Dude, are you gay?”

Annoyed, Jughead replied, “Reggie, dude, that slur your throwing around so casually is not pc.”

Reggie waved his hand, “Whatever, Jughead. Look, you’re telling me that Betty Cooper invited you to watch movies at her house on a Friday night?”

Jughead crossed his arms somewhat defensively, “Yeah?”

“If you’re not gay, then are you ace?”

“Come again?”

“Are you asexual?”

“What? No.”

Reggie laughed in disbelief, “How are you not getting it man?”

“Getting what, Reggie?”

Reggie grinned, “Let me explain this to you in bro-code.”

Dilton Doiley rolled his eyes, “Oh, here we go.”

“Can it, Dilton. Look, Jughead. Let me break it down for you. Every day of the week has a certain meaning when it comes to dating. Take Mondays, for instance. Monday is what’s known as ‘the bargain date.’ Everyone’s at work that day, so bars have the best happy hour deals. And let’s be real, most people don’t go out that day because their too hungover from the weekend before.”

“Considering I’m not legally allowed to drink, how does this have anything to do with Betty and I, Reggie?”

“Getting there Jughead, patience. Tuesday is just an ordinary day of the week. If you like a girl, you can go on a date with her Tuesday and make additional plans for the weekend. Wednesday is the middle of the week. If someone asks you out that day, they may be interested or have nothing better to do. Could go either way. After Wednesday, well, that’s where things get more interesting.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “Enlighten me.”

“Thursday is right before the weekend, if someone asks you out then, they might really like you. And Friday,” Reggie started to chuckle, “Friday is where you’re at, Jughead. It’s the This-Could-Be-Love-Date. Betty probably wants to spend the entire night with you, and probably Saturday as well. The two days kind of blend together. If you make it past Saturday night and into Sunday, then you’re in real trouble. Saturday night to Sunday morning is definitely the Be-My-Boyfriend day.”

“What are you saying exactly?”

“Dude, if Betty Cooper invited you over for ‘the weekend,’ she likes you man. Probably more than that, she really likes you.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “It’s just a movie, we watch them all the time.”

Reggie acted defensive, “Fine, have it your way. But I’m right. Wait and see. If you need more advice, you know where to find me. Oh - and if she mentions anything about antique shopping – run, man!”

Dilton looked puzzled. Thinking about what Reggie said, Jughead watched him disappear into the back of the locker room.

By Friday evening, rain had started pouring down in Riverdale. Already in her pajamas, Betty was pacing in her room. There was no denying her feelings anymore. She liked Jughead. She had liked him for an embarrassingly long time. He had never tried to kiss her, but when he would come over to watch movies in her room, they always ended up snuggling. She made sure of it. The last time he came over, she had deliberately moved her head closer to his chest and allowed herself to fall asleep on him. When she had leaned into him, Jughead wrapped his arm around her waist. Betty looked out her window, the sight of which was blurred by the pouring rain. Still no sign of Jughead. Betty let out a loud sigh.

Later, Betty was sitting at her vanity when she heard the doorbell ring. She smiled and dashed out of her room. As she ran down the stairs, she could make out Jughead’s silhouette behind the glass of her parents front door.

Betty opened the front door to find Jughead soaking wet. He smiled back at her.

“Hey.”

“Jug, oh no! Quick, come inside.”

Jughead obliged her. His black curls were plastered underneath his beanie. His face was sprinkled with drops of water.

Jughead shivered, “I got caught in the rain about ten minutes from your house.”

Betty grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his. He noticed his breathing was a little sporadic. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold weather or the fact that she was holding his hand. Betty led him into the laundry room.

“Come on, Jug. I’ll help you dry off.”

As they stepped into the laundry room, Betty ran over to basket in the corner and grabbed a fresh towel. She walked back over to him and gently slid his beanie of his head, placing it on the counter. Jughead appreciated the delicate movements she used to take his hat off, he knew that she knew how fond he was of the old hat. Then, Betty wrapped the towel over his head to dry his hair.

““Jug, you should probably take off your shirt, it’s soaking wet.”

Jughead pulled his shirt over his head, wrapping the towel around himself. Betty blushed as she looked at him without his shirt off. She never noticed the light abs under his shirt before.

“I brought my pajamas with me, Betts,” Jughead paused and watched her grin. Her smile told him that what he had just said was okay.” I’ll go change.” Jughead blushed.

“You did,” Betty stammered, “I mean, you brought your pajamas?”

“Yeah, is that…”

“Oh, yeah, that’s ok! You can use my bathroom to change if you want.”

Betty waited for Jughead to change in the bathroom. As he stepped out of the bathroom, Betty noticed he was wearing a soft white cotton T-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. She grinned, giving him an approving glance. Had Jughead always been this cute?

“Do you want to get something to drink before we start the movie?”

Jughead grinned, “As long as we can have twizzlers, too. And popcorn.”

“Of course, what would our night be without snacks,” Betty grabbed his hand again, “Come on!”

Jughead sat down on the stool in the kitchen as Betty began to prepare something on the stove top.

“What are you making, Betts?”

“Hot chocolate, want some?”

Jughead nodded and grinned. He drummed his hands nervously on the countertop.

Betty turned around again to face him, “Peppermint sticks?”

“As long as you’re having some, too.”

Betty stuck a peppermint stick in her mouth while she boiled the chocolate on the stovetop. It was too big to fit in her mouth, so Jughead started laughing at her.

Betty pulled the peppermint stick out of her mouth, “Stop, Jug!” She stuck her tongue at him and put the peppermint stick back into her mouth. Betty poured the chocolate liquid into two mugs and handed him one. They walked up the stairs to her room slowly to avoid spilling the hot chocolate.

Jughead watched as Betty put her hot chocolate down and went to the corner of the room to light a candle. As the flames grew bigger, Betty whispered, “perfect.” Betty turned, her eyes meeting Jughead’s. He had put his hot chocolate on the vanity. His lips were pursed in a grin and his hands were in his pajama pockets.

Betty clapped her hands together and smiled, “So, movie?”

Jughead smiled at her as they both sat down on the floor. Betty put some pillows at the feet of her bed, so the two of them could lean against the back of it more comfortably. Betty started the movie, aware that Jughead was sitting just a few inches from her. About ten minutes in, she looked over at him, their eyes locking onto one another.

Betty wrapped her arms around one another, “I’m cold.”

Jughead got up and grabbed the warm blanket on top of her comforter. He walked back around the bed and sat next to her, spreading the blanket around the two of them. As they watched the movie, Betty allowed her side to lean on his, dropping her head onto his shoulder. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jughead, who looked down at her and grinned. He waited a few minutes before wrapping his arm around her. Jughead started to feel a gentle tension between the two of them as they continued watching the movie.

After what seemed like a long time, Betty found his hand on the arm around her shoulder and pulled it down, lacing her fingers in his. Jughead sighed. Betty took this opportunity to move closer to him, dropping her head onto his chest, the weight of her right side pressed against him a little closer than before. As they continued to watch the movie, Betty moved her other hand to play with his hair and then put it back down again, their breaths hitching in unison.

Jughead had already decided that he was going to kiss her. It wasn’t a matter of if, it was more a matter of when the exact moment would come. About halfway through the movie, Betty was wrought with emotions from scene on the tv, so she wrapped her arms around Jughead’s waist. He decided this was the right moment. Jughead turned to look at her. Betty looked at him, too, lips parted. He could feel their breathing change.

“Betty,” Jughead whispered.

Betty was looking at him expectantly. She smiled and said rather nervously, “What?”

“Come here.”

With one swoop, Jughead grabbed Betty and placed her perpendicular in his lap. He pulled his hands up to hold her face and went for it. As their lips met, Betty responded to his kiss favorably by kissing him back. Betty barely pulled away from his lips, eyes still closed. She let out a gently sigh and smiled, causing Jughead’s heart to skip a beat. Betty put her fingers on his cheek as she looked at him. She leaned in again to kiss him. As she pulled her mouth from his, she grinned.

“Bed?” Betty whispered, “It might be more comfortable than the floor.”

Jughead nodded. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her head down gently on her pillow. Jughead’s thumb rubbed her cheek gently as he looked at her lips. Betty pulled him in for more gentle kisses as she planted them on his lips one by one. Jughead trailed his lips down to her neck, planting a gentle kiss on it and then coming up to her lips again. He left one last gentle kiss on her lips before letting a sigh out on her face.

“Should we watch the rest of the movie?” Betty giggled.

Jughead pulled Betty into his lap again, spreading her covers of them. Still grinning, Betty hooked her arms around his neck. Jughead moved his hand down the back of her head, holding it gently in place.

“Betty.”

“Mhmm.”

“Am I - are we? You know, isn’t this what people like us do when we’re, you know…”

Betty gave Jughead a playful look, “I guess I kind of thought of you as my boyfriend for a while now, Jug.”

“What?! Since when? I wasn’t told this!” Jughead smirked.

“Since a couple of months ago?”

“And you didn’t think to let me know?”

Betty giggled.

“In that case, we are not watching that movie!”

Jughead pulled Betty down on the bed and pressed his lips to hers.

The next morning, Jughead woke up to find Betty’s head pressed against his chest. Her arms were still wrapped around him.

“Hi.”

Betty smiled and leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips against his.

“So, Betts, are we going to stay in and watch movies this entire weekend?”

Betty nodded.

That evening, after they had showered, Betty and Jughead were curled up in her bed again watching Charade. Before the movie, Jughead had been the one to shower first. He didn’t want to be too presumptuous by asking her to join him. He wanted to be choosy about how the two of them shared the day. He was going to bring up something important later that night, but he was worried that she might take it the wrong way and he didn’t want to risk that. He had planned on doing it for a while now, but wasn’t sure if she was on the same page. However, last night was all the confirmation he needed.

Jughead pulled Betty onto his lap again. He sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair, “Betty, can we talk?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s great.”

Betty placed her hand on his face, looking up at him, “So, what is it?”

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I’m not sure how you’re going to react. And it’s just that, this is really hard for me because I’ve never really said this to anyone, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t tell you.”

“Jughead, what is it? Your kind of worrying me.”

Jughead trailed his fingers along Betty’s jawline, “Promise you won’t get mad?”

Betty giggled, “I don’t know, Jug. That depends on what it is exactly.”

“Promise me, Betts?”

Both of Betty’s hands were cradling his face as she looked at him, “Okay.”

Jughead let out a loud sigh. He leaned in to kiss Betty and pulled away from her. He paused. Then the words slowly came out of his mouth, “I love you, Betty.”

Betty smiled, “That’s what you were going to tell me?”

Jughead felt nervous again, “Yes,” he found himself looking down at the bed.

“Why were you worried Jug?”

“I don’t know. I was worried you would think it was too soon or something, Betts. I’ve always loved you.”

Betty shook her head, “No, it’s not. It’s not too soon.”

“It isn’t?”

“Jughead Jones, I love you, too!”

Betty pushed him down on the bed and began kissing him. When they both came up for air, Jughead yanked Betty’s shirt off and pulled her into him. Enjoying that her kisses were eliciting soft moans from his lips, Betty pulled Jughead’s white tank top over his head. He pulled her lips back to his, gently slipping his tongue into her mouth. As their bodies tangled together, Betty could barely contain the heavy breathing she was doing beneath him. Jughead paused. He cradled her head in his hands and smiled at her.

“What’s wrong, Jug?”

“Betty, maybe we should stop.”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?”

“No.”

Betty began to kiss him again.

Jughead pulled his lips away from hers gently, “Betts, not that. Not yet, it’s everything to me. You’re everything to me. Let’s not rush into doing that. I want it to be special for us.”

“For us?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you haven’t had sex either, Jug?”

Jughead blushed. “No, of course not. Who would I have done that with? I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade.”

Betty smiled and brushed a black curl out of his eye, “You’ve liked me that long?”

“Yeah. I just want everything to be perfect when we finally do that, Betty. I don’t want to rush it.”

“Jug, can I ask you something?”

“Okay.”

“If you’ve liked me that long, did you ever kiss anyone else?”

Jughead felt his face growing hot, “No, I was kind of saving my first kiss for you. Please don’t give me a hard time about it, ok?”

Betty giggled, “Okay, Juggie.” She kissed him, whispering on his lips, “Maybe…”

“What?”

“Maybe,” Betty paused, “I don’t know – we could – do other things?”

Jughead cleared his throat. He felt a little nervous by the implication of what she was saying, “Like what, Betts?”

“Kiss me and find out.”

Jughead grinned and pulled her in for an intense kiss.

Jughead woke up the next day with Betty tangled up in him.

When he went to school Monday, Reggie caught him in the hallway.

Reggie grinned, “Well, Jughead. You look smugger than I’ve seen you in a while man. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you smile. Did you dust the cobwebs from the corners of your mouth, bro? I was right, wasn’t I?”

As irritating as it was, Reggie had been right about nearly everything. Jughead had gotten the girl, exchanged ‘I love you’s, and they had nearly had, well not quite, but…Jughead smiled. At least he had managed to avoid antique shopping for now, anyways.

Jughead grinned and looked up at Reggie, “Shut-up, Reggie.”

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Sloppy kisses

Hello, I saw that your request box is open, Can I request a Jay Park scenario where you go visit one of your closest friends at her aunt’s house…And you know her aunt very well, in fact she adores you like the daughter she never had, so one day they invite you to a family party where you meet her two sons, Jehan and Jay, and Jay and you both get shocked that you actually are close with his family since you guys have been kinda always having a thing but never official omg it’s long sorry♡thanks

Type: Super fluff

Words: +1.5k

For @leyarren

It’s so fulff i’m sorry

Let me know what you think of it

illi

Originally posted by jayfatuasian


It was June, the fresh breeze of Busan was caressing your skin while you were admiring the view from your best friend’s house.

The little pastel pink dress was dancing in the air like your long black hair.


-Heeei Y/N!!!!!! Wanna go to the beach?

You turned around, facing your best friend and nodding happily


Her name was Jimin, she was the same age as you and you both met at the cafeteria where you worked.

She had a contagious smile and the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You quickly became close, like family. The fact that you both left yours to follow your dreams in Seoul connected the two of you even more.


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Wet clothes

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character Parings: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

A/N: I love Dramione so much and this is the first I’ve ever written for them I’m so happy!!

Prompt request: ‘ A prompt for Dramione? ‘Fuck, Granger, stop playing coy. It’s fucking freezing.’ Thank you ‘

Warnings: Some swearing

It was one of Ron’s comments that upset Hermione that day. Ron had one of his ‘oops I didn’t think before I spoke’ moments, that have been happening due to all the new stress and lack of sleep added.

Hermione didn’t blame him because she too have been having those moments but it was just this comment that hurt her. It brought back memories of her first year, memories of Ron making fun of her an un aware that she heard him.Ron have been talking to Harry in the common room and as Hermione was walking up to them she heard the middle of their conversation.

“Hermione is getting on my nerves all she does is nag me about studying and how ‘Oh Ron you need to do this this and this what would people think’ and jesus mate she won’t even let me play quidditch without nagging to me about something.” Ron said as she stretched his feet out in front of him as closed his eyes. Hermione’s heart hurt, hurt that Ron would say such a thing when all she was trying to do is help him. Before Harry could say anything back to Ron she slipped away just wanting to get away, wanting to be alone.

Hermione stepped outside into the halls that were filled with people, keeping her head down she started walking outside.As she stepped to an isolated placed by a big tree, big enough to hide her from everyone else the only way someone could’ve found her is if they were actually looking for her.

Her shoes crunched under the snow that layered the ground everywhere, the bottom hem her her robe getting wet from the snow. The cold biting at her exposed skin and her fingers feeling the cold, however being so upset she kept walking rather to be cold than to face anyone right now.

Placing her back against the tree she slid down the tree to sit down on the cold floor, her skirt and socks getting wet and cold. Hugging her robes closer to her as tears rolled down her cheeks, her breathing becoming difficult from crying and how the cold seemed to choke her. She heard shoes crunching from the snow becoming louder, she hoped that they would stop or turn back but they just got closer and louder.

Hermione brought her knees up to her chin and trying to hide herself under her robes.The snow crunching stopped right in front of her, she didn’t know if she should just hide till they left or to look up. The snow crunched more but they didn’t walk away the person just sifted in their spot.

“Hiding from the Weasley’s? I can’t blame you I would too” Draco sneered as he laughed and his features returning hard as he waited for Hermione to spit back a remark at him. 

“Why don’t you shove off Malfoy” Hermione said as she looked up at Malfoy whose expression soften as he saw her tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“Granger are you okay?” Draco said as he stepped a bit closer to Hermione unsure if he even dared to step closer to her afraid that he may scare her.

“Why do you care Malfoy? Don’t you have someone else to harass today?” Hermione said as she placed her forehead on her knees looking down at her lap, debating if she should get up as her clothes was getting drenched.

“Even I need a day off from harassing”Draco said after a chuckled escaped his mouth as he tried being as inviting as he could possibly muster.

“Yeah okay whatever Malfoy just leave me alone will you” Hermione said not looking up to see if Draco changed his expression just shutting her eyes shut hoping he would leave her and her pitty alone. Without saying anything Draco walked away as the snow crunched under his shoes behind Hermione. She looked up and sniffled as tears continued to fall as she stared blankly ahead of her nothing but snow, snow covered trees, snow covered grass, everything was just covered in a feet of snow. 

As Hermione continued to stare out to particularly nothing remembering when her parents took her outside and helped her make a snowman, remembering as her parents always thought her dedication to school was endearing.

As her nose started running she wiped it away with her sleeve wondering if she should possibly walk back into her warm room under a heap of blankets but decided against it. The thought of seeing Harry or Ron made her prefer the cold and how it was freezing every inch of her body. Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t notice the boy standing up next to her.

“Granger” Draco said again snapping Hermione out of her tance and caused her to look away from the forest and up at him.

“What is it now Malfoy?Back to harass me?” Hermione said as she scoffed and looked up at Draco who had half his body hidden behind the tree.

“Not today Granger. Can I sit?” Draco said as he pointed to the spot of snow next to Hermione waiting for her response.

“Knock yourself out” Hermione said as she motioned for him to sit, confused as to why Draco would want to sit out in the cold wet snow with her. As Draco moved to sit down next to her he revealed at what he was carrying with him, two blankets and two mugs. Sitting down next to Hermione Draco’s face scrunched up as he felt the snow wetting his clothes.

“Here you must be freezing” Draco said as he handed Hermione over a heavy green blanket and a mug filled with hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, marshmallows and cinnamon shavings. He covered himself in a thinner black blanket that didn’t look as warm as the blanket she was under, he bought an identical mug up to his lips but he had chocolate shavings instead of cinnamon ones.

She drank the hot chocolate skeptical if she should even trust to drink something Draco made but she was so tired from the crying and the cold she didn’t care at that moment.

“What are you doing Malfoy?” Hermione said as she looked back to malfoy who was trying to lick of some of the whip cream that had gotten on his lips.

“Well with my life? I don’t know I’ll get back to you on that. At the moment? Freezing my ass off. What are you doing Granger?” Draco said with a grin as he looked at Hermione who looked even more confused at every word he spoke.

“No I mean why are you being nice to me” Hermione said as she lifted the cup to her mouth allowing the warm liquid to warm her body as she drank it.

“Oh right we aren’t exactly friends are we” Draco said as he shifted around pressing his back against the tree looking away from Hermione feeling too awkward to look around.

“No we aren’t Malfoy in fact you hate me” Hermione said as she moved to make Draco look at her to see what on earth he could be up to and why.

“No I don’t, well if I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me. Cookie?” Draco said as he reached into his pocket to bring out a napkin filled with cookies that were broken up from being in his pocket.

“Tell me the truth” Hermione said as she ignored the cookies he held up to her, shifting her body to be facing Malfoy as she hugged  the blanket closer to herself. 

“I told you. You wouldn’t believe me. Do you want one?” Draco said as he put a piece of cookie into his own mouth as he held out the rest to Hermione.

“Enough with your damn cookies what are you up to Malfoy? Is this a distraction so that your little gang can do something to Harry and Ron?” Hermione said as her face got red and hot.Draco put the rest of the cookies into his pocket and sighed.

“I’ll tell you but you won’t believe it. Hell I didn’t even believe it at first” Draco said as he played with the mug in his hands looking down at the remainder of the hot chocolate. 

“What Malfoy just spill it out” Hermione said as frustration built up inside of her wondering what on earth Draco wouldn’t tell her.

“Just for the record I don’t hate you I really don’t. Most people would say that I have trouble expressing my emotions” Draco scoffed and smiled down at his cup still unable to look up at Hermione “In potions when we were making amortentia I smelt you”Draco said growing more uncomfortable as every word left his mouth.

“But you hate me” Hermione said baffled unable to say anything else. In every scenario she had thought up of her life ending up and who she may or may not marry never had she thought the one person that she had always hated herself for liking actually returning the feelings. Since her first year her guilt ate her up hating that she didn’t hate the Slytherin boy. Hating that he wasn’t sorted into Gryffindor or that she wasn’t sorted into Slytherin.

“I really don’t Hermione. I hated that I liked you and you didn’t like me. Even when I tried to be friends with you Potter and Weasley snapped at me. Not that I blame them I mean who wants to be friends with a disgusting Slytherin.” Draco laughed bitterly as he shook his head.

“I know you don’t like me hell I’m sure you can’t even stand me and I know you have a thing going up with your Weasley” Draco said hurt hanging to every word, his heart tightening and breaking.

“Ron? You think I have a thing going on with Ron?Even if I did you have your thing going on with Pansy Parkinson and you hate me so it’s frankly none of your business” Hermione blabbered on  as her she tried everything in her power not to give in, afraid that this was all a joke and she’d be humiliated.

“Fuck, Granger, stop playing coy. It’s fucking freezing.” Draco said in frustration as he leaned his head back on the tree and groaned in frustration. Feelings and expressing feelings was not something he did in fact he never had done so.

“I’m not playing anything. I know you hate me and I don’t know how you found out that I like you Draco but this is low and scummy even for you so i’m telling you now to stop it.” Hermione said as she placed the half full mug on the other side of a rosen root and grew angry.

“Wait you like me back?” Draco said completely ignoring everything else Hermione had said as he opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise.

“Wait you didn’t know?” Hermione said as she hugged the big blanket around her wanting it to swallow her up, Draco shook his head and shifted his body so he was facing her. “Then what are you trying to do” Hermione said more confused at his intentions.

“Damn it Granger” Draco said as he placed his hands on the side of her face and brought it closer to him placing a peck on her cheek waiting for her reaction.

“Shut it Malfoy” Hermione said as she brought her face closer to him their lips inches apart their hot breath the only indication to both of them that this was actually happening.

“Kiss me Hermione” Draco said unsure what to do or say next everything so new to him. All these feelings making him completely vulnerable to the young witch before him. Hermione closed her eyes as she leaned in to Draco their lips connecting tasting the sweet taste of chocolate. Chocolate and sparks being exchanged. Neither of them could believe that this was actually happening their bottoms completely soaked through from the snow and despite the fact that their bodies were going numb from the cold neither of them were quick to leave.

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU )

A/N: So. I’ve decided to make a Tom Holland/Spiderman fanzine, and if anyone is interested to contribute (and tell me how the heckie to go about doing it ), please PLEASE send me a message and we can work this out!! I actually want to send the fanzine to Tom Holland himself, but I also have no idea how to send it to him so PLEASE SEND HELP. 

WARNINGS: Underaged drinking, so I’ve put it under a read more!

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Hot Chocolate Plan - Tom Holland #1

Originally posted by haddyaf

Character: Tom Holland (Actor)

Situation: Alone and stuck in her own mind, Tom decided that it was a good idea to help his dear friend get some fresh air with a plan that could be their best memory yet.

Pairing Gender: g(reader) x b

Song: Dirty Paws

Words: 1046

Author’s Note: my friend once told me if I had something wrong, I should try writing it down. Thanks @werewolfpurfect for the advice. // This imagine is kinda personal because I feel this way every day but the events in this are fictional.

Trigger warning: depression

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She’s been like that for days.

I know, mum, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

Richard… why do you keep saying that? It hurts seeing your sister in a state like this.

It’s not our problem, mum. She’s got to handle her shit on her own.

Those echoing whispers of worry and concern bounced onto the walls of the living room and made their way to your room, despite it being upstairs (they were really loud). Wrapped in your blanket, staring at the sun that once again shone outside of your room. 

You could feel the eyes that crept through your skin, eyes that didn’t exist yet they were surrounding your broken down walls that were once called your bubble. What is left is of the tear stained pillow and became lesser and lesser from the way you evicted your family whenever they asked the same question “are you okay?

Your voice said yes, despite the brokenness it displayed, but your mind said no, from the way your mind didn’t agree in getting out of bed. The sight of being stared grew stronger and it made you grab the glass from your nightstand and threw towards it. For a blink of an eye, ‘it’ stared in fright and covered its body with its arm, but by the time the glass was about to hit, it disappeared.

As though you were the only one that could see it.

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Father Figure - Mark Andrews

Originally posted by deargoddunne

@mrsmandrews asked me to write some Mark fluff so I shall comply to her wishes. I’m trying to write longer stuff so this is a first attempt at that.

I managed to get it to 3,000 words! Yay!

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Riley didn’t have friends at school. He didn’t go out to play football or ride his bike but he would stay in the house and watch WWE or play video games. My precious six year old was lonely but he didn’t mind much, preferring to stay home with me if he wasn’t at school.

He was born in 2010 when I was just 17 and, tragically, his father died before he was born. I had only been with him for half a year when I fell pregnant but he promised to stick by me and raise his child, even if we split up down the road. I was about five months gone when he died in a car crash. Unfortunately, he had little to no relationships with his family, meaning that, upon receiving the news of his death, they told me that they wanted no part of the baby’s life.

I didn’t start dating again until just before he turned five in early December 2015. I dropped Riley off at school and headed into town to look for the last of his birthday presents. My mind must have been elsewhere as I wandered around a toy shop because I wasn’t looking where I was going and I crashed straight into someone, falling and landing flat on my ass.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, darlin’!” A hand appeared in front of me to help me to my feet and I took it, brushing myself off. The guy in front of me was cute as hell with bright blue eyes and a sweet smile, a little bit of a beard growing on his handsome face.

“No worries. Got lost in my thoughts, trying to remember what my son wanted for his birthday.” He chuckled.

“I get that. I don’t have any kids but with Christmas coming up, I want to get everything bought early.” We got to chatting, eventually leaving the shop because some of the staff were looking a bit annoyed that we were spending so long in there without buying anything. The crisp, cold English winter air turned our cheeks and noses pink and made us tug our coats a little tighter. “My name’s Mark, by the way. Mark Andrews.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Lovely to meet you, Mark.” The pair of us dove into a nearby Costa to get a hot drink with the hopes that it would warm up our shivering bodies. A light snowfall had started by the time we got back outside. “My Riley would love this. He loves hot chocolate when it’s cold and he loves the snow. Christ, I need to figure out what else to get him for his birthday. It’s next week! I don’t suppose you know what to get for a five year old?”

“Well, what does he like?”

“Wrestling, video games, Star Wars and Lego.” Mark laughed and I raised an eyebrow at him, “Sorry, it’s just kind of funny that those are the things that most of my friends love and they’re in their twenties and thirties. And most of us happen to be wrestlers. Ah! How about something that combines three of those things? The LEGO Star Wars video game is pretty fun and perfect for a kid.”

“Mark Andrews, you’re a life saver!”


Happy New Year! Can’t wait to see you again xx - Jan 1st 2016. 00:13 AM.

Me neither. I still need to tell the little man about you though. Bit nervous, I haven’t dated since he was born - Jan 1st 2016. 00:15 AM.

Hey, you don’t have to tell him just yet because this is still a new thing for the both of us. We can take things at whatever pace you need. Is it snowing where you are? It is here in Cardiff - Jan 1st 2016. 00:18 AM.

Yeah but it’s light enough that I can see the fireworks out of my bedroom window. Riley got all excited again when he saw it, spent most of the afternoon making snowmen. He’s all tucked up in bed now so it’s just me - Jan 1st 2016. 00:22 AM.

Awww!!! So cute!!!!! I decided to stay in tonight by myself, wanted to reflect on the past year. My mates are out and I’m staying at one of their flats for a few more days before heading back over to the States. Anyway, you’ll probably want to get to bed so you can spend New Years Day with Riley when you wake up. - Jan 1st 2016. 00:25 AM.

Happy New Year, Mark - Jan 1st 2016. 00:26 AM.

Happy New Year, Y/N - Jan 1st 2016. 00:27 AM.


Mark and I continued to message for a few months, with little dates here and there if he was back in the UK for a few days. The day came, however, to finally have a chat with Riley.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He pulled his eyes away from the TV to look up at me, nodding with this adorable little grin on his face. Once he was sat next to me on the sofa, I took a deep breath. “How do you feel about taking a trip to Cardiff for a few days?”

“Hmmm… Okay, why?”

“Well, I have someone that I want you to meet but he’s working over in Cardiff and he’d like us to come and visit. But, because you’ve never met him and he’s never met you, he wouldn’t mind if you didn’t want to go.” Riley scrunched up his face, something he did when he was thinking.

“Is he your boyfriend? What does he do?”

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend, sweetheart. And he’s a wrestler, isn’t that cool?” His eyes lit up and he was giddy with excitement.

For the next two days, all Riley would do is ask me questions about Mark. When we got to Cardiff, Mark met us outside of the Millennium Centre. The first thing he did upon reaching us was crouch down so he was eye level with the five year old, sticking his hand out in front of him.

“Hello, mate. You must be Riley, am I right?,” Riley nodded, shaking Mark’s hand which made me very proud, “Nice to meet you. First things first, are you okay with me being your mum’s boyfriend? Because I know it’s always been just you and her and I don’t want to intrude on that if you don’t want me to.”

“I haven’t decided yet, I’ll let you know by the end of the day.” His response nearly caused Mark to lose his balance from laughing. He might have only been five but he was a very smart and well mannered kid. Mark took us out to lunch at a nearby diner before he had to get to the venue for the ATTACK show. Riley was a bit young to watch the actual show so we were going to stay in a room in the back. He was adamant that Mark was to tell him all about his match afterwards.

I sat with his tag team partner, Nixon, after the show and both of us got a laugh at him explaining the match to Riley with great enthusiasm despite how exhausted he must have been.


Hi luv - Jun 17th 2016. 17:24 PM.

Good day to you Mandrews - Jun 17th 2016. 17:25 PM.

How was ur week? - Jun 17th 2016. 17:27 PM.

Good! Riley lost a tooth. He didn’t cry so I got him ice cream :) - Jun 17th 2016. 17:30 PM.

Damn, I’m pretty sure I cried like a lil bitch when I lost my first tooth and I never got any ice cream :( lol - Jun 17th 2016. 17:32 PM.

Ha! I miss you, when r u back in the UK? - Jun 17th 2016. 17:34 PM.

Soon, promise. Maybe we could spend a day together, just the 2 of us. Of course, that is if you can find a babysitter - Jun 17th 2016. 17:37 PM.

I’d like that


Riley really took a liking to Mark, skyping him often and essentially becoming his biggest fan. I walked in on him in his room once trying to do flips onto his mattress that he had pulled off of his bed and set up on the floor. Surprisingly, he was getting pretty good at them. I just never expected to walk in on my five year old son pretending to be the man I was dating, backwards cap and skateboard to boot!

One day in September, after I got home from dropping Riley off on the first day of school, there was a knock on the door. At this point, I hadn’t seen Mark in person since before school finished for summer, having to make do with texts, calls and skype. So, imagine my surprise when I opened the door to see the man himself, backpack slung over one shoulder, another bag in one of his hands and that big, beautiful smile stretching across his face.

“Oh my god, Mark! What are you doing here?”

“I have a few weeks free and I wanted to come and see my favourite girl. Hope this isn’t too bad timing. I just really wanted to surprise you.”

“No, not at all. You’re always welcome here, any time. Riley is going to be so excited to see you, I just dropped him off for the first day back.”

“Babe?”

“He’s growing like a weed! He’s really missed you, maybe more than I have!” I was still trying to process his surprising appearance at my home, so I didn’t realise that I was rambling.

“Babe.”

“I’ve got so much to tell you, it’s crazy.” I turned back around to look at him and he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a desperate, loving kiss. His beard had grown out a bit more and was tickling me but I didn’t mind, I kind of liked the feeling. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine and grinned.

“I love you.” Thank god he was the one to say it first. I had been wanting to but I was too nervous.

“I love you too.”

We spent the day cuddled up on the sofa, talking about everything and anything. I picked Riley up from school but didn’t tell him that Mark was back at the house, wanting him to be just as surprised as I was. The look on his little face was priceless and he dove straight into Mark’s arms, the wrestler lifting him up.

Back in the living room, Mark pulled his duffel bag onto the sofa and got both Riley and me to sit down with him.

“I got you a couple of things from Florida, Riley. Your mum has been telling me how well you behaved over summer and I thought you deserved something nice for being good. Now, am I right in saying that you’ve been learning to read?” Riley nodded enthusiastically, he loved learning to read with me and he was improving every day, “And what is your favourite book series that you’ve been reading with mum?”

“Harry Potter. We read the first one, the one with the stone and the three-headed dog, and we’ve finished the second one too!”

“Good choice, Bud. Mum tells me that you think you’ll be sorted into Gryffindor when you’re old enough.” The rosy cheeked five year old looked so proud of himself. On more than one occasion over the summer, my little man had run about the garden with a mop, pretending to play Quidditch with several stuffed toys and wrestling figures acting as his audience.

“Yeah! I’m gonna be brave like Harry!”

“Hmm, you’re going to need some stuff to help you from You-Know-Who then, right? I think I’ve got that covered.” Mark reached into the bag, removing a wrapped up box and a stuffed toy of Fawkes the Phoenix. Riley tore away the paper from the box and looked up at Mark with wide eyes. Inside was a toy version of the Sword of Gryffindor. He spent most of the evening in the garden, swinging it about.

Once he was in bed, I sat with Mark and a cup of tea.

“He really adores you, you know? It’s nice for him to have someone to look up to and have fun with.”

“I love him. Honestly, he’s taken a hold of me and I would do anything to help him. It’s like I’m a sort of father figure to him, which I like.”


Merry Christmas, babe - Dec 25th 2016. 11:04 AM.

Merry Christmas. Sorry I couldn’t be with you guys. - Dec 25th 2016. 11:05 AM.

No, don’t worry about it! - Dec 25th 2016. 11:06 AM.

How is he? - Dec 25th 2016. 11:06 AM.

Playing with his new toys, he’s good. Can’t believe that he turned six two weeks ago. He’s getting too big!! - Dec 25th 2016. 11:07 AM.

I’ll probably skype you guys in a few hours but I’m gonna go for a shower now - Dec 25th 2016. 11:09 AM.

Okay, I love you - Dec 25th 2016. 11:10 AM.

Love you too - Dec 25th 2016. 11:11 AM.


 “WWE? Really?”

“Really! Will you and Riley come to watch?”

“Of course we will.”

Riley loved going to watch the tournament. Obviously, he knew that big, bad Pete Dunne wasn’t actually that way and that he was a nice guy backstage but he still seemed a little bit annoyed that Mark lost. We went to the back to find Mark after his match against Pete, Riley letting go of my hand to run towards him as soon as he saw him. I stopped in my tracks when I heard him call out to Mark.

“Dad!”

The blonde man didn’t mind, he actually started to get a bit emotional, beaming with pride as the little boy leapt into a hug. I mouthed ‘are you okay with that?’ and he nodded, mouthing back to me ‘are you okay with it?’.

I had never been more okay with anything in my life. My son trusted and loved Mark enough to call him dad, that was an incredible feeling. I jumped when I felt a large hand on my shoulder and heard someone clearing their throat. I turned, gasping when I saw Triple H standing directly behind me.

“Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let Mark know what an awesome job he did out there. This your son, Mark?”

“Yeah, this is my boy. Riley, do you want to say hello?” Riley looked stunned as The Game crouched down, smiling at him. I couldn’t help but laugh when Hunter threw up his hand into a Too Sweet and Riley did the same, Hunter’s other hand coming to ruffle his hair.

I waited until Triple H had walked away before giving Mark a kiss.

“I am so proud of you.”


In the last week of March, Riley and I flew out to Orlando for WrestleMania. Mark had made a deal with Riley that, as long as he was good at school, they could go to Universal and go to the Wizarding World one of the days. Both parties made good on their promises.

Mark and I were stood in the sun, watching Riley running about to get a better look at the castle.

“He’s my son, yeah?” He said, out of nowhere. He looked extremely nervous and had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts.

“Yeah, what makes you ask this all of a sudden?”

“We’ve been together for over a year now, I can’t imagine being without you and your son calls me dad. I just got thinking a little while back about what I want and I think I’ve finally decided. So, I had a talk with Riley last night in the hotel after you went to the supermarket and I asked him a few questions.”

Speaking of Riley, he had stopped running and was stood next to Mark with a mischievous look.

“First off, I asked him if… If he would like me to be his dad. I know I’m already his dad, that’s what he calls me so I am, but I mean properly. He said yes but we agreed that we would need to ask you too.”

“Mark, what are you saying?” I had a strong feeling that I knew but I wanted to be sure, my eyes were already getting misty.

“I want to adopt Riley, if that’s okay with you.” I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck, Riley bouncing with excitement. Mark pulled back slightly and took my hand. “Okay, next thing! You good, Bud?” He looked down at his son.

“Yep, all good.”

“Right. Um, I’m a bit more nervous now. Ha! I met you in early December 2015 in a toy shop. You were wearing a red coat, jeans, boots and a fuzzy grey jumper, your hair was in a ponytail and you weren’t looking where you were going. I helped you up, got talking to you and we went to get hot chocolate. The next day, you met up with me at some diner for a date. I’m really glad you bumped into me that day because if you hadn’t, I never would have met the love of my life. I don’t want to live a day without knowing you’re mine and that I have a family back home whilst I’m working out here. I’m not gonna get down on one knee because I want to be able to look you right in the eyes when I ask. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me.”

“God, yes.”


Backstage before Mania, Riley was in his element. Stephanie McMahon had taken him by the hand and personally introduced him to his favourite wrestlers; Seth Rollins and Sami Zayn. Mark was jumping, also buzzing with excitement.

“Will you calm down? You’re almost as bad as Riley!” I laughed and he shook his head.

“Are you kidding? We’re at WrestleMania! I’m freaking out. But I’m happy that you guys are here to experience this with me and hopefully, I’ll be on the show next year.”

“I love you so much.”

“And I love you. Now, let’s go get our son and take our seats. We’ve got a show to enjoy.”

walkingsaltshaker  asked:

The members (+ V & Saeran) discovering MC had a child/children? Or their reactions of MC admitting she wanted children? (You don't have to do both, either one would be nice. I just didn't want to send 2 asks.)

Doing the first one because it is!! Super cute! (I work in a toy store so I LOVE KIDS lmao.)


Yoosung

  • Your hands are shaking from your nerves when you finally work up the nerve to type up the text. Her name is Iseul. She’s two, and her dad left me just before she was born.
  • His reply was near instantaneous. Can I see a picture?
  • You turned to your daughter and put on a grin. Say cheese, honey!
  • “Heez!” She reached out to you, her little chubby fingers fanned out, and you snapped a picture of her face, of her red cheeks and big, broad smile. The little smiley face in the caption when you sent it to Yoosung felt like a lie.
  • You told him that you understood if it was a deal breaker, seriously you did. Even if you did date, you didn’t expect him to become her father. You got it, you got it, you understood, he was young and you’d -
  • You can’t even finish your string of messages before you get one back from him. She’s precious, just like you, and I’m not going to let you struggle raising her alone.
  • Yoosung’s desire to grow up and become a man increases twofold. It isn’t that he’s really excited about a kid - honestly, he’d never thought of it - but he’s so, so determined to support you that he’s willing to give fatherhood a go.
  • Despite his determination, it’s a bit… rough at first. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing and he often panics about little things. 
  • (am I feeding her enough? Am I feeding her right? why is she crying DID I BREAK SOMETHING OH NO HELP)
  • she’s chewing on the keyboard wire omg no stop
  • “oh shit i’m in the middle of a LOLOL match and she’s cry ing fuck”
  • (you come home one day and yoosung is in the fetal position because drew ALL over the apartment walls and he doesn’t KNOW WHAT TO DO)
  • After learning the ropes though he is great at being a dad. He’s just this big huge kid paling around with your kid and it makes your heart melt. Sometimes he’ll sit her on his lap and she’ll watch him play LOLOL. (at first it annoys him when she presses keys and paws at the screen but eventually he chills out and thinks it’s adorable)
  • He’s so proud of her. He never once thinks of her as being anything but his child, and he brags about her SO MUCH to his guild. (sometimes he’ll turn on voice and let them say hi to her)
  • (she always babbles back)
  • (they love her protect ur daughter 2k16)

Zen

  • You have a daughter?
  • Can he see her?
  • Oh god she’s the cutest he loves her already. Wait, that’s not weird, is it? He’s not weirding you out?
  • Great - first time he meets her, he brings her hair clips and buys her ice cream and dotes on her like the happiest new father imaginable.
  • Zen doesn’t hold back on either his love for you or your child. He is so happy to be a dad. He’s always taking photos of her, taking photos of you, taking photos of BOTH of you and just… grinning. He has a family.
  • He has a family.
  • like seriously this is Zen
  • When he finds out her father left you he is S T E A M E D. He wants to hunt him down and give him hell but respects you when you say you just… want that period of your life to be over now. It’s done.
  • He’s here.
  • He does puppet shows for her. He acts for her. He does all the funny voices for the bedtime stories and takes her to amusement parks when she’s old enough.
  • Daddy loves playing dress up with his little princess
  • (When Isuel starts imitating daddy while he’s performing he M E L T S.) 
  • If the media says an goddamn thing about u and your PERFECT DAUGHTER he will cut someone
  • (seriously he has like a million photos of her in his wallet his coworkers are sick of it)

Jaehee

  • She is understandably nervous when she learns you have a kid, and you tell her it won’t affect her relationship with you. You’ve been doing the single mother thing for two years now, you can manage it.
  • She’s not really expecting to get attached, only thinking of your child as something akin to taxes or a loan you’re paying off. She cares about it because it puts a burden on you, and she’ll help put when she can, but there’s no maternal affection there…
  • …Until, both by bit - your daughter, worms her way into Jaehee’s heart.
  • It’s the little things at first. The way she grins when she finishes a puzzle, the way she wiggles and dances to the music Jaehee plays while she’s working… and the way she sits right in front of the television whenever Zen is on screen. it’s just cute.
  • (seriously she touches Zen’s face and Jaehee LOVES IT)
  • Jaehee thought of children much like cats - messy and just… a burden - but watching the way the two of you smile at each other when you’re holding her… she’s just…
  • She’s filled with love - for you, for her, and she can feel that love that she’d forgotten, of a parent who deeply cares for their child.
  • (One day she offers Jaehee a cookie and says ‘mama have cookie!’ and JAEHEE ALMOST STARTS CRYING AHHH)
  • Jaehee learns how to make really killer hot chocolate for her since she’s too young to drink coffee, and the way she wipes the whipped cream mustache off your daughter’s face is just… precious…..

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Kimi ni Todoke Chapter 117 Translation

Thank you @rosemask22 for posting images from the chapter! 

Once again, I’m not fluent, nor am I pretending my knowledge of Japanese is extensive. There will definitely be mistakes in here, and there were a few lines I just couldn’t wrap my brain around. Some of the translations are fairly liberal, others are kind of stilted. That said, if you want to get a feel for what’s being said on each page, I hope this will help!

It’s pretty long, so if you would rather read something more concise, @lalasma did an awesome translation of the Chapter 117 summary!

The format goes something like this:

Speaker: “Dialogue”

Speaker: (Thought)

Page numbers do not match the page numbers on the scans.

Let’s go to Pin’s apartment, shall we?

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chrissy22787  asked:

Sooo..... in light of all the music video pictures, I think you should give us a sneak peak into what it would be like for Elena to be there with him. No pressure. But feel free to put a little pep in your step with this one. Love you 😘

It’s A Sign of the Times

Elena shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her shoulders.  After an hour of trying to tame her hair in the wind she finally gave up and pulled back into a tight ponytail.  She lifted her head to smile when she heard the first notes of Harry’s single “Sing of the Times” start to play over the loud speakers.  She loved this song, it was like the warm blanket she desperately needed while standing in this field, freezing her ass off while she watched him film the video.

“You cold, Love?”  She heard Lou Teasdale’s high pitched voice behind her.

Elena nodded,

“Yes.  Does the weather always suck like this?”

Lou laughed,

“Yeah.”

Elena gestured to the brush and bottle of gel in her hand,

“Is any of that actually working in this wind?”

“No.”  She started, “But I like to make myself useful.”

Elena looked up just as the helicopter lifted Harry hundreds of feet into the air.  She smiled, watching as he widened his arms out and bent one leg causing him to look quite like Peter Pan.  Lou shivered next to her,

“Don’t know how you can watch that.  Love of your life dangling from a string like that?  Makes me wanna vomit, if I’m bein’ honest.”

Elena smiled, shaking her head gently,

“I don’t mind it.  He loves it up there.”  She added as she watched his huge dimpled grin spread across his rosy cheeks.

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Kit x Reader...

Imagine dating Kit Harington and finally admitting it to teh public.

Word Count: 1,709

“American actress Y/n Y/L/N was seen this morning going into the penthouse of Kit Harington, the Englishmen who we have been speculating Y/n has been seeing for quite some time.”

“It didn’t escape our notice that during the interview, Kit refused to talk about any subject that might have to do with Y/n Y/L/N. Could there be trouble in paradise?”

“Y/n looked stunning with her blond curls and that dress today on the runway!” “Yes, and did you notice that “just-a-friend-Kit” seemed to stick pretty close to Y/N throughout the entire show? Could be proof that Harington and Y/L/N are an item?”

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Supercorp Fanfic #2

So!

This is a short and fluffy one-shot of Supercorp requested by the wonderful @skylar-luthor-blog​.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy and please let me know what you guys think!

Prompt: Where Kara and Lena are trying to keep their relationship private, but Alex posts a photo of the two of them on Instagram referring to Lena as her sister-in-law. It breaks Instagram.

If you like it, please favorite it on Fanfiction.net at this link

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“Hey, babe?”

Kara was lounging around her living room, scrolling through her feed on Instagram in her pajamas–grey sweatpants and a red, worn-out tank top. She was in complete bliss just lying down on her couch, especially after such a long night.

“Yeah?”

Lena was in the kitchen finishing up some hot chocolate for her and Kara, moving fluidly in the kitchen, almost as if she spent all day there–granted, she did spend most of her free time  in the kitchen, and Kara did her hungry part of encouraging it as a pastime. She was wearing her purple satin nightgown with her silky, black night robe wrapped around her lithe body.

“Is it okay if I post this picture of us on Instagram?” Since Lena was in the kitchen, Kara lifted up her phone with the screen facing Lena so she can let her see the picture without having to get up from her very comfortable position that took forever to find. “I don’t know if it looks too couple-y, and I don’t want to give my followers–our followers–any ideas, not yet at least.”

Lena, who was just finishing filling their mugs with whip cream as a final touch, craned her neck over her shoulder towards Kara’s direction, but her eyes were still focused on swirling the cream just right, “‘kay, hon, gimme a sec, will ya’?”

Kara let out a playful sigh, “well, I guess my arm is just going to have to fall off by the time you get here.” Lena let out a soft chuckle, “well, I guess I can always just drink these hot chocolates all by myself since you won’t be able to drink it without your arm.”

Even though Kara knew her arm won’t fall off because of her super strength (and even if it did, she could always just count on her other arm to do the job), she played along anyway for the sake of bantering with her wife. “First off, you can barely even finish your own mug let alone both of ours,” Kara scoffed and Lena snickered as she gracefully made her way towards the couch with both mugs. “And second off, we both know that you’re more of a tea person anyhow, so you wouldn’t have even made hot chocolate in the first place, if that were the case.” Kara smirked and gently grabbed her mug from Lena’s porcelain hand purposefully brushing her fingers against her soft, white knuckles.

“Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong,” Lena sat down as Kara sat up, settling next to Lena, waiting for her to raise her arm so that she can nestle herself under it.

“Oh yeah, how so?” Kara raised her right brow and looked at Lena expectantly under her smooth arm all while tucking her cold feet under her warm body.

“Well, even though I do prefer a hot cup of tea over a warm mug of hot chocolate, I will still drink the hot chocolate so I can spite you because I’d know you wouldn’t be able to drink it despite the fact that you would do anything to just get a sip.” Lena looked absolutely smug as she bit her full, supple lips to try and hide her smile.

Kara didn’t look that much different. She leaned towards Lena’s irresistible lips and whispered, “you win.”

Lena resisted the temptation of completely leaning in, her pride preventing her from surrendering to Kara’s charms that easily. Instead, she looked at Kara’s blown out, blue eyes and said, “hmm, don’t I always?”

Unlike Lena, Kara wasn’t proud enough to stop her soft lips from sliding against Lena’s, and Lena wasn’t cruel enough to stop her. So, they kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing. Softly, slowly, sweetly.

Eventually, they pulled back, breathed and smiled.

Content.

Soon after, Lena nodded towards Kara’s phone, which laid all but forgotten on the other side of the couch, “so, what was the picture you were thinking about posting on Instagram?”

Kara pulled herself out of her reverie, looked towards her phone, and reached for it all while endeavoring to take a sip from her green mug without spilling any of it on her favorite pyjama bottoms. In the meantime, Lena appreciated the view of Kara’s smooth skin as her tank top slightly rode up in the clumsy process while she took a proper sip from her own red mug.

When Kara finally settled back into her previous position, in Lena’s arms, she unlocked her phone and pulled up the picture. It was Lena under a shiny, yellow umbrella that Kara was holding with her arm wrapped around Kara’s shoulder; they were smiling and looking into the camera. To a stranger, they would’ve looked like two friends having a good time under a little bit of rain. To anyone who really knew what was going on between the two of them–which was few and far between–they would have looked as a cute couple who were still ridiculously in love in spite of the weather. In short, it was a really good picture of them together no matter which way you looked at it.

“Aww, I think it’s perfect and you should totally post it on Instagram!” Lena was absolutely beaming at their picture, and she got all warm on the inside from looking at how happy they were in it. She was so giddy from it that she nuzzled her nose and pressed a sweet kiss in Kara’s hair. This action encouraged Kara to nestle even closer into Lena to the point in which she can feel Lena’s breath hovering ever so slightly where her neck and shoulder met.

As soon as she was all cozied up, Kara continued her task, but just as she was about to tap open Instagram, she saw that she received a notification from galup_Alex, her sister’s less than subtle username on Instagram. “Ooh, Alex tagged me in something!”

Not long after saying that, the newlyweds heard Lena’s phone vibrate against the wooden coffee table a few feet away from them, and a few inches away from falling off the edge of the furniture. Not feeling too inclined on getting up, Lena craned her head up enough to get a peek of the notification. “Huh, I guess she tagged me too?”

Not wasting anymore time, Kara tapped on the notification and waited until her screen loaded up the picture. When it finally did, Kara and Lena briefly smiled before they slowly realized what the picture entailed–more specifically, the caption that Alex wrote.

“Oh. My. God.” Kara dropped her phone on her lap and decided that using her hand to cup her mouth in shock was much more useful in this situation. Lena, still not believing what she saw, picked up the phone as soon as Kara dropped it.

She looked at the picture: it was an old, candid picture of Kara and Lena sitting together at JJ’s Diner. Lena was pressing a kiss to Kara’s cheek as Kara–who was in the middle of eating her Mumbo-Jumbo-Cheeseburger–was caught by surprised, if her wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and rosy cheeks were of any indication. It was adorable; they were adorable.

That is, until, Lena read the caption… again:

#tbt To when Me and @Maggiesawherfirst had our first double date with these newlyweds! Congrats to my baby sister, @Imsuppergirl, and my new sister-in-law, @iaintnoluthor! I’m so happy for you guys <333

Dear lord.

What were they going to do?

Lena looked over at Kara who was still in a pseudo state of shock since it didn’t appear as if she moved much. “What do you think are the likelihoods of people finding out about this–about us–after this?”

Kara didn’t answer her question. Instead, the uncontrollable buzzing coming from the wooden table did. Lena didn’t even think about getting up. Nope, she just stared as the phone’s vibration gradually led it closer towards the edge of the coffee table until it finally fell down and onto the plush, white carpet that helped muffled the world. At least, for tonight.

Was her hand trembling?

No.

Lena looked down and saw that Kara’s phone was in a similar state to her own. Not wanting to deal with it this late at night, Lena gently placed Kara’s phone on the carpet near her own, then placed her and Kara’s mug on the table.

After claiming her place again, Lena cupped Kara’s cheeks and kissed her a little bit rougher than Kara kissed her earlier. However, that was enough to pull Kara out of her thoughts, and it was enough for them to settle down on the couch, and it was enough for them to bask in the protection the night had to offer before the light of day exposed them to the mess that was made.

Tonight, was enough.