i think he was sweet and happy and had every right to be excited about his tv show

Suga Daddy: Part Two

Suga Daddy: Part 2

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: smut

Okay, I’m glad that some people liked this because I want to turn this into a series. This is pretty dirty so be warned. Anyway, on to the next part :)

part one

You were over at Taehyung’s, on the couch with him and Jimin watching a movie. Sadly, you weren’t paying too much attention to it because tomorrow you were trying out for a seniors dance showcase. It was a big deal for seniors, it was what they worked for all four years. This would be what they would perform for tons of people and entertainment scouters. Your school was known for helping dancers get jobs after this showcase at the end of the year.

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Haechan - “This isn’t a K-Drama”

Originally posted by 1aeil

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: Anon

Request: can you write a haechan (donghyuck) from nct imagine where its your first time making out or smth and its all akward n cute ? tyyyy 



Hello my beautiful anon! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first NCT request and I’m so happy that it’s about my beautiful baby Haechan! He’s my bias and I’m very excited to be writing about him! I know the story is a little long for an imagine, and also kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Also, I’m sorry if it’s not as awkward and cute as you wanted, but I tried my best and I really hope I don’t disappoint! Please let me know what you think and please feel free to request again in the future! :)


Making out wasn’t like in the movies, that was for sure.

In the short time span you had been alive you had always believed that making out with the one you loved was this fun, cute thing that happened in every teen based TV show you had ever seen. That it was something exciting and pleasurable and something that couldn’t be explained. That it was something that just happened. Something that everyone naturally knew how to do. Something that was, well…easy.

Yet, here you were, leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter as Haechan, your boyfriend of 3 months, continued to kiss you passionately, your arms awkwardly hanging by your sides as his hands continued to confidently rub against the thin material covering your waist. Your mind continued to get increasingly foggier, the warm feeling of Haechan pressed against you traveling through your body and into your chest, your heart swelling in happiness but your body freezing in inexperience.

“Babe.” Haechan chuckled suddenly, his sweet voice forcing you out of your trance as he pulled away from you softly. “You can’t just stand there. Kissing is a 2-person thing, ya know. This isn’t a K-Drama.”

You looked up at him and laughed, his humor making you feel slightly better about the awkward situation. You then continued to let out a small sigh and shook your head lightly, your teeth gently pushing into your bottom lip as the right words failed to form in your mouth.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your shyness keeping you from meeting his eyes. “I’ve just never done this before and you obviously have. I don’t really know what to do.”

Haechan looked at you and laughed, his hand gently reaching out and gripping your chin as he forced you to look away from the ground and into his eyes. Pools of brown bored into your face as he gave you a small smile, gently removing his other hand from your waist and gripping your wrist, slowly moving your hand from awkwardly hanging by your side and to his neck, small shocks running through your arm as the warmth of his skin met yours.

“Well, let’s start with this.” Haechan recommended playfully, slowly moving closer to you as he brought your other hand to his waist. “I’m not expecting you to be some professional kisser or anything, but you at least got to do something with your hands.”

You let out a small laugh, looking into Haechan’s lively gaze as his notorious, yet charmingly devilish nature started to take over. You moved toward him slowly, your heartbeat speeding up as you could feel his warm breath fan against your lips. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as he leaned into you, his lips no more than a centimeter away from yours as he watched nervousness slowly return to your body.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. Practice makes perfect, right?” He asked, not even giving you time to answer before his warm and gentle lips reconnected with yours.

The kiss was tame at first, soft presses of velvety skin meeting one another and making your heart burst. You leaned into Haechan impulsively, your hand gently squeezing the back of his neck as all feelings of nervousness and inexperience quickly started to leave your body. Haechan’s fingertips slowly began to ghost down your neck and back to your waist, his sweet lips pressing harder against yours as he pulled you closer to him.

You froze for a moment, your mind becoming foggy once again as the new feeling became somewhat overwhelming. Haechan was comforting though, his gentle lips whispering small, reassuring words as tingles begun to crawl down your spine. You unconsciously shuttered, a small gasp leaving your lips as you pulled Haechan closer to you, warmth spreading through your body as you finally began to stop worrying and lost yourself in the kiss.

Haechan let out a small groan, slowly testing the waters by lightly grazing your bottom lip with his tongue. Another tremor ran through you, your mind racing with thoughts as you slowly opened your mouth and met your hot tongue with his. You couldn’t help but wonder if what you were doing was right or if you were taking a completely wrong path, but at this point you didn’t care, the pleasurable feeling of Haechan’s lips pressed against yours better than anything you had ever felt before.

The two of you only kissed for another minute or so, the need for air finally beginning to set in and forcing you to pull away. Haechan immediately tried to pull you to him again, his sly attempt at stealing another kiss making you giggle as you placed your hands on his chest and created a slight distance. Haechan looked down at you, a bright sparkle in his eyes as he stared down into your blush covered face.

“See, I told you not to be nervous. We just need to practice some more…a lot more…like right now more.” He said, a playful attitude lacing his voice as he smiled at you gently.

“You will NOT practice more.” A voice screamed, the exasperated tone ringing throughout the dorm and making you jump. You looked up immediately, eyes searching for the perpetrator before coming face to face with Taeil and the rest of the boys, the light shuffle of shoes against wood entering your ears as all of them quickly made their way into the kitchen.

“Taeil!” Haechan gasped, gently removing his arms from your waist as his eyes grew wide in concern.

“Don’t ‘Taeil’ me! What the heck do you two think you’re doing!?” He asked, hand reaching forward and pointing at the two of you as if you had just been caught making out by a parent or teacher.

You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide as fear and embarrassment set in. You were frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights, your face heating up as a deep blush made its way onto your cheeks and your hands fidgety as you heard some of the other boy’s chuckle at your state.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in on something like this?! Winwin is probably scarred for life now!” Yuta hissed, quickly grabbing Winwin’s arm and pulling him through the dorm.

“Yeah, we don’t want to see you getting it on in the kitchen! This is where we eat!” Mark scolded, quickly making his way past you and Haechan and into his room.

“You’re only children! Don’t ever let me catch you doing that again!” Taeyong demanded, a deep sense of authority lacing his words as he made his way into the living room and turned on the TV.

You heard a chorus of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘for reals’ as the rest of the members quickly made their way inside, each of them giving you and Haechan the stare down as all of them ended up lounging in the living room. You looked at Haechan with wide eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do, and gave a slight shrug, hoping he would say something to lighten the awkward situation.

“Hey, Haechan. I’m watching you, buddy.” Johnny called out, eyes boring into his before secretly giving him a small smirk and a giant thumbs up.

Mini Matchmaker Bonus Scene (Steve AU Series)

Characters: reader x Steve, OC Justice Rogers, Sharon (mentioned)

Summary: Having been dating Steve seriously for a few months, the relationship is moving forward rather quickly as another holiday of sorts approaches. 

Warnings: none! Fluff. Illness I guess. Eh. 

Word count: 1816 (yet another failed drabble. heh.)

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A/N: So I lied a little, Part 4 isn’t the end I guess but this popped into my head so I wrote it. Also it was kind of requested by SOMEone for me to write a “birthday holiday” part attached to this fic so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING KATIE!!! ( @rogersxbarnesx ) Technically it was yesterday and I didn’t forget! I just have literally the worst timing ever. :D I really hope you like this, my dear! 

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Originally posted by yikesevans

Children are wonderful. Children are gifts. Children are the future…or whatever. You love kids. But kids are also germ-infested cesspools just waiting to infect unsuspecting souls like you. But that’s what you get for serving others.

Grabbing yet another tissue from your purse, you blew your nose and apologized once again to your cab driver and assured him you hadn’t touched anything. He made a disgusted face, but said nothing. These days, you normally took the train into the city, but to minimize the exposure of germs to strangers, you had taken a cab to and from work today. You had taken the past few days off due to illness, but there were a few things you just had to handle yourself.

After accomplishing the bare minimum and grabbing a few files you could work on at home, you called it a day. Your head was pounding again and the faucet that had become your nose refused to stop dripping. Approaching the house, you used a card to swipe and pay, along with a generous tip, to avoid handing contaminated cash to the poor driver. Using your sleeve, you opened the car door and headed up the steps.

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Baby Rogers - Captain America x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant, and she has no idea how she’s going to tell Steve…The other Avengers try to help. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT.  You knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that he was going to be great as usual…but you were scared shitless. 

Were you ready to have a baby ? You didn’t really know, the only thing you were sure of was that if you ever wanted kids, it was with Steve. He proposed to you a few months ago and you were suppose to get married the coming summer, a child wasn’t really part of the plan. However, the more you thought about it, the more you smiled…But was he going to be as happy ? You were totally freaking out, alone in your bathroom, glad that he wasn’t home right now. He would have totally understand that something was wrong with you…it was fairly obvious really. So you were glad to be alone. Well, not really. You wished you had someone to tell, someone that wasn’t your fiancé. 

You bolted out of your bathroom, grabbing a jacket, and went to the Avengers’ Tower common room, hoping to find a friend there. While you walked to the common room, you started to panic. You knew Steve, he would never hurt you…So what if he didn’t want a kid, but just to please you would act as if it was OK ? What if he decided that he didn’t wanna marry you anymore, and you suddenly found yourself raising a kid alone ? Granted, it wouldn’t be that difficult, you being a Stark, but…You were never so glad to see your brother, chilling in the common room with your friends. They were all there. Wanda, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Vision and Bruce. 

You came in awkwardly, and they didn’t notice you right away. 

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jugandbettsdetectiveagency  asked:

Girl ya got me so shook! Since we know how much you love bughead fluff to the max maybe you could write a fic about Betty planning a super cute day for Jughead's birthday because he never got over how much the day sucked and at the end she's gonna tell him she's pregnant 💖

okay this is my first ever fic sorry if it’s really bad 🙈 🙈

It had been six years since the disaster some may call a ‘birthday party’ and Betty was still feeling guilty. Not that Jughead had made it any easier for her; it was the casual snide comments, and she knew those comments meant no harm but they weighed on her. It had been their first birthday as a couple and it hadn’t gone at all as planned. They had gotten to know each other much better since then and had been through so much, together. Together, Betty and Jughead moved away from Riverdale and have never looked back. The pair attended Boston University and lived in an apartment right in the heart of the city. And while Betty and Jughead had their share of hardships, they always managed to come out stronger. Betty snapped out of her reverie as the bell atop the door of a local coffee shop, where she was currently employed, jingled. It had been a relatively slow day and she was eager to see her best friend, Anna, walk through the door. Jughead’s birthday was tomorrow and she knew she would need a little help putting the finishing touches on the perfect day she had planned.

“How have you guys lived in this state for four years and never managed to go to the Cape?” Anna asked with an amused lilt in her tone.

“I really don’t know” Betty said, slightly embarrassed. She had always made a point to see as much of the state as possible, but every time they had made an effort to go something came up. “Thank you so much again for watching Hot Dog – none of this would have been possible without you,” Betty smiled in appreciation.

“Don’t mention it; that mutt is really starting to grow on me.”

The pair spent the next several hours putting the finishing touches on the plans while Betty helped the few customers that came in.

“If Jughead doesn’t fuck you senseless when you get home then there is something seriously wrong with that boy.” A crimson tint came over Betty as she hit her friend with the dish towel, trying to hush her friend as the few customers left looked up at the pair with mild disgust.

When Betty got home from work Jughead was already asleep and she crawled into bed next to him, smiling as she saw his own smile crawl across his face from the contact.

Betty had always had trouble sleeping but tonight was different. She was running through millions of scenarios in her mind, of what could go wrong, and her mind always drifted back to that dreadful birthday six years ago. Was she trying so hard to make this birthday perfect that she was just heading straight for the same problems they faced all those years ago? By the time she finally drifted to sleep she knew she only had a couple hours until her alarm went off.


It felt like a train had hit her as she stared at the screen with a mixture of sadness and frustration. However, she soon realized that today was the day – Jughead’s birthday. She decided to skip her morning run to make him the perfect breakfast; burgers, fries, and a milkshake. Sure, it wasn’t a traditional breakfast but she was sure he would love it. When she was finally done, she put a candle in the burger just to make it extra cliché. She was surprised Jughead hadn’t woken up already but she also knew that boy slept like a rock. Betty opened the door to their room quietly and put the tray on the bedside table. She really hated to wake him but she knew if they were going to get through all the things she had planned he needed to wake up soon. She crawled up to Jughead and started peppering kisses all over his body. This would surely wake him up, she thought. His eyelashes started to flutter as he blinked his eyes open, a smile creeping across his face

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he mumbled sleepily as she continued to kiss him, making her way up to his lips.

“I think you know what day it is,” Betty reminded him as he took a pillow and covered his face. This was still not his favorite day, but Betty was always determined to make it his favorite.

Betty took this opportunity to perch the TV tray in front of him and watched his eyes grow in a childlike excitement. Jughead inhaled his food and when Betty gave him and amused smirk he fired back, “what I am still a growing boy!” and Betty couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, how he loved that laugh.  He didn’t think he would ever be able to get over how that laugh made his heart skip a beat and filled his usually moody persona with pure happiness and joy.

“Hurry up we have a full day ahead of us!” Betty said with a huge grin on her face. Jughead was dragging his feet, being over-the-top melodramatic, when Betty slapped his ass and said she would be waiting for him in the car. Jughead would never admit it but he hated not being with her even if she was just waiting for him to go to her. What had this girl turned him into?

When Jughead finally got to the car Betty was dancing like no one was watching and listening to her favorite song. Jughead stood outside the car watching her for a bit longer, wondering how on earth it was possible to be so in love with a single human being. Commitment had always scared him, since he was used to being let down, but with Betty it was different. He found himself wanting more and never having second thoughts. As he plopped down into the passenger seat he looked to his excited girlfriend.

“What do you have planned for us today?” he said with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

She kissed his cheek, deciding to ignore his tone. “It’s a surprise, you will just have to wait and see.”

“We both know how well that turned out,” Jughead muttered under his breath so Betty couldn’t hear, or so he thought.

Jughead’s little side comment made all the apprehension that had kept her up come bubbling to the surface. She tried her best to shake it off, turning on a playlist she had made especially for Jughead many years ago. As they were driving, Betty could see Jughead was slightly uncomfortable. She entwined her fingers with his over the console, allowing herself a small smile as she saw much of his tension in his frame melt away.

When they finally reached their destination, Jughead looked at Betty with a slightly puzzled expression.

Jughead had never seen the ocean and Betty wanted that to change. It was not tourist season so they had the beach to themselves, the two of them snuggling beneath a blanket as Betty read Jughead some sections of his favorite books. They sat like that for some time, feeling like there was no one else in the world, totally content. Betty convinced Jughead to put his feet in the water as she set up a beach picnic for the two of them. When they finished their lunches, they wrote sweet nothings into the sand only to see them erased by the cold ocean water.  Betty continued showing Jughead all around the cape until they reached the main event. They pulled up to the Wellfleet drive in, a cape cod staple, and Betty saw Jughead’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store as he saw the titles Rebel Without a Cause and Rear Window illuminated on the sign in front of him.

“Betts, what is this?”

“I know how much you loved the drive-in back home so I wanted to do something extra special for your birthday.” His eyes grew frantic with excitement and love and Betty couldn’t have been happier.

“Betty, this has already been the best birthday of my entire life you really didn’t have to do all this. I would have been happy just lying around in bed all day with you, like we usually do.”

“I know. But I wanted to make this birthday extra memorable,” Betty said as Jughead planted a firm kiss on her lips.

As the pair watched the movies from the back of Betty’s truck, snuggled up like they had been on the beach, Betty looked to her boyfriend. He was extremely focused on the movie and she could see all the apprehension and annoyance from earlier had been washed away with the ocean.

When the credits were about to roll on the second film Jughead started to pack up. Betty’s voice, however, brought his attention back to the screen. He was very perplexed as he saw Betty and Hot Dog appear on the screen before him.

“Happy birthday, Juggie! I know you are probably very confused by what is going on right now but if you pay attention for a few more minutes I am sure it will be worth your while.” Jughead looked to Betty, more confused than ever, only to have their beloved dog run and jump onto the bed of the truck, assaulting them both with kisses.

“Hey, buddy! What are you doing here?” Jughead said, scratching his dog all over. When he finally made his way up to the dog’s collar he noticed that there was something attached to the collar. “What have you got here, bud?” he asked playfully as Betty’s eyes grew with excitement.

As Jughead opened the long box he realized what it was, the white stick nestled in tissue paper with a pink plus prominently displayed on top. Jughead’s jaw dropped as he looked at Betty with a bewildered expression.

“Is this real? Are we really…?” Betty cut him off with a hug, nodding into his shoulder.

“I’m about 12 weeks along. You aren’t mad, are you? I know this throws a wrench in our master plan–” This time it was Jughead who cut Betty off with a passionate kiss, filled with every ounce of his love.

“Betty… this is the best news ever. We are going to be a family!” He dropped his forehead to hers. “This is by far the best birthday I have ever had” he whispered as he laid his hand over Betty’s stomach.

They sat for what felt like hours before Jughead spoke. “How did you get Hot Dog here?”

“Anna was watching him for the day, for your birthday extravaganza. When I told her about the plans she had the perfect idea to have Hot Dog be the one to tell you so she came in her car for the movies with this guy in tow.” Betty rubbed Hot Dog’s ears before pointing over to the only other car in the place where Anna was waving. She jogged over to the trio, soon to be quartet, and was looking pleased.

“I know you guys probably have a lot to talk about so I am going to take Hot Dog home for the evening,” she said wriggling her eyebrows suggestively as both Jughead and Betty rolled their eyes and were slightly flush. “See you guys on Monday” Anna waved at the pair as she headed to her car, Hot Dog in tow.

Jughead looked to Betty, a mischievous grin on his face. “Want to get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

  •     pairing: taehyung | reader
  •     genre/rating: conman! Taehyung, rated M for rough-ish sex, mild language and implied crime/blood/murder
  • ∘    word count: 4,148

He’s a criminal. You’re in love. How far will you go for him?

“I’ll be back by five.” 

Taehyung pulled you close, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared as soon as he left. You heard the door shut. 

He’s off to go do it again.

Taehyung may be the love of your life, but he was also a grade A conman. He had a whole gig going- the team, the plans.. and it happened all too often. 

Sure, you loved the money. He bought you designer clothes, exclusive concert tickets and expensive, delicious meals. What you didn’t love was the constant moving, the fake ids, the nights waking up at 3am panicking because you weren’t sure if he had pulled it off and was safe. 

He out stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars every day. Not only that, but he would come home frustrated at times, either not wanting to do anything or coming on a little too.. how could you put it? Rough but emotionless.

Rough sex with Tae was by far the hottest thing ever, but not when he had something else on his mind. He just didn’t seem into it at times and it saddened you. All you wanted was to make him happy.. 

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3


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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a valentines day fic where tyler proposes? thanks so much!! love u tay :)

sorry this is a day late, buuuut here you go!  


The thought comes to him when he’s over at Josh’s, the two of them are sitting around playing Mario Kart and gorging on ungodly amounts of food.  Y/N was working late, so the two of them decided to spend the night together instead.  Tyler’s not sure how they had ended up eating an entire pizza already, but it’s not like he minds.

The thought comes right out of the blue, and it’s natural that just after Tyler’s done beating Josh at another round, he turns to him and says, “Is it corny to propose on Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes, extremely corny,” Josh says robotically, eyes glued to the screen. He must not have fully realized what Tyler had asked because it takes him a few moments to turn to him with wide eyes and say, “Wait… What?  Propose? Are you thinking of proposing? To Y/N? On Valentine’s Day? Like next week?”

“Why not?” Tyler shrugs, turning back to click for the next game.

“Why not? Tyler, you can’t just do something this big on a whim. Have you thought about it? Have you two talked about it at all? This is a big step, Ty. Like a huge step. A massive step. You can’t propose unless you’re totally sure about it.”

“I love Y/N. And she loves me. We have talked about it. I mean, not like seriously or anything. But we’ve mentioned that we want to get married one day. And I just thought why can’t that day be now?” Tyler says, shrugging.

“I’m not saying not to do it, Ty. I’m saying that you have to give this some thought. Marriage is the real deal. You know, ’till death do you part, and all that.  I don’t want you to jump into anything and then regret it,” Josh says, pausing the game and tugging on Tyler’s arm, forcing him to turn and look at him.

Tyler does turn, only to be met with concerned brown eyes and furrowed brows. He sighs, rubbing his face, because Josh is right. This is a big step, and maybe he should think more about it.

But all he can think about is waking up every morning, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist. Leaving little kisses on her neck and cheek as sunlight filters through the blinds. Having coffee together in the kitchen. Watching as she reads the paper and distracting her by pressing his lips to the soft spot behind her ear. And things would be exactly the same, because that’s what they do now, except it’ll be totally different because she would have a ring on her finger, and that meant something.

“I really want this, Josh. Like, you’re right. I haven’t really thought about it. But it’s just. I think she’s the one. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. Ever. It feels right, you know?”

Josh nods seriously, but then he’s pulling Tyler into his arms, embracing him in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you, Ty. I think I’m gonna cry. Oh my God, I’m definitely gonna cry at your wedding. Just tears the whole time. Can I be your best man? Do you have a ring? You need to get a ring. What kind of ring do you propose with? I don’t think she’s really a flashy, diamonds kind of girl but –“

Tyler laughs, pushing Josh away. “Josh, chill. We have a week to figure this stuff out, don’t worry.”

“You’re not really gonna propose on Valentine’s Day are you?” Josh groans. “That is like really cheesy, Tyler. And this is coming from me.”

“Why not?” Tyler smiles.

Tyler and Josh spend the next week busy with proposal preparations. They find a ring, a simple band in white gold with a small stone that Tyler knows she’ll love. It’s a bit pricey, but Tyler’s got some money saved up and it’s definitely worth it.  She’s worth it.

And thanks to Josh, who pulls a few strings, Tyler gets a reservation at the fanciest restaurant in town.  One that’s usually impossible to get into on a regular day. Josh, being the social butterfly that he is, talks to a friend of his who works there and assures Tyler that he and Y/N will have the best table in the place.

When Y/N’s in class one day, Tyler visits the café that he and Y/N went to on their first date and frequented all through school. He asks them to keep the tiramisu that the two of them shared that day on stock. The owner’s a little annoyed, because she doesn’t even have the desert on her menu anymore, but Tyler brings out his sappy, puppy dog eyes and tells her that he’s going to be proposing to Y/N. Her eyes soften immediately because she’s always had a sweet spot for Y/N and her quiet nature, and she agrees with a small sigh and smile.

There’s a lot of sneaking around while Tyler and Josh get the little surprises ready. Tyler has a hard time even looking at Y/N, because every time he does, he gets a warm bubbly feeling in his stomach and he just wants to jump her and smother her with kisses and propose right then and there.

Tyler’s always been in love with her – possibly from the very first day that she introduced herself with a shy, sleepy smile during an Art History class that Tyler didn’t even originally want to take.  After that day, he started looking forward to it every week though. That same feeling has intensified by an immeasurable amount now.  It takes almost all of Tyler’s effort not to tell Y/N what he’s planning because he wants to tell everyone. He wants the whole world to know that he loves Y/N and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

It’s hard keeping secrets from her because truth-be-told, Tyler’s a terrible liar and Y/N hates secrets. Whenever she asks him where Tyler’s sneaking off to with Josh all the time, Tyler just smiles and tries to change the subject. It works at first, but by the end of the week, Y/N just scowls and pouts.

Monday night, Tyler comes home to their shared apartment elated. He and Josh had just been out finishing the last part of the proposal plan. They got a bottle of Y/N’s favorite wine, and then drove out to a park that she and Tyler always took walks in.  They hid the wine, along with two glasses and a blanket, in the nook of the tree under which Tyler had first kissed Y/N for the first time, lips chapped and hands shaking with nerves. Their original plan was to put the ring there too, but Tyler decided it was too risky. He didn’t want it to get lost or stolen or eaten by squirrels or something.

Tyler’s elated by all the excitement because everything feels so real now. He’s going to be proposing. Tomorrow. It’s one of the biggest moments of his life so far, and he’s absolutely off the walls, half-freaking out, half buzzing about it.

When he gets in, Tyler finds Y/N in front of the television, flipping through channels mindlessly. He takes off his shoes and goes to snuggle up to her on the couch, feeling warm and happy inside.

“What you watching, babe?” He asks, smiling and placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Nothing,” she mumbles, finally settling on one of those home-improvement shows, always a solid go-to when nothing else was on.

“Did you take off tomorrow like I asked?” Tyler asks, wrapping his arm around her on the couch, she coils into his side almost automatically.

“I did. What exactly are we doing tomorrow?”

“Anything you want in the morning, but I’ve got something planned for the evening,” Tyler says. He frowns when he hears her let out a heavy sigh. “Is something wrong?”

“No, just surprised you bothered to make plans. Thought you would just be doing something with Josh again. You’ve definitely been spending more time with him than with me lately,” she grumbles, eyes glued to Property Brothers on the screen.

“What? Are you jealous?” Tyler asks, twisting around with a teasing smile on his face.

“Jesus, Tyler. No, I’m not jealous of Josh,” she snaps, pushing Tyler away. The gesture’s not very forceful, but it still sort of stings.

“Then what’s wrong?” he frowns, trying to move closer to her. She responds by leaning further against the couch and away from Tyler. “Babe, come on. Don’t be like this. It’s the night before Valentine’s Day. I just want to cuddle and watch TV with you.”

“Exactly, Ty. It’s right before Valentine’s Day, and what have you been doing? Avoiding me. Spending time with Josh. Barely talking to me. You know I hate it when you keep things from me,” she says, eyes focused on a loose thread in the hem of her t-shirt.

Tyler sighs, his happy mood from before dissipating quickly. “It’s nothing, babe. If you really have to know, I’ve been avoiding you because I’ve been planning something special for tomorrow and I just didn’t want to accidentally let it slip to you. Josh’s been helping me with everything. I just wanted tomorrow to be perfect. Please don’t be mad.”

“Yeah, whatever, Tyler. I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” she grumbles, getting up and leaving him alone on the couch.

Tyler groans, head thrown back in frustration. This is definitely not how he planned for things to go tonight. There was absolutely no reason for her to be this angry.

He sits there for a while longer, watching but not really paying much attention to the show. When he thinks he’s given Y/N enough time to cool down, Tyler turns off the television and heads to their shared bedroom.

Y/N’s snuggled on her side of the bed, eyes closed and facing away from where Tyler usually is. Her breathing is even but Tyler can tell she’s not really asleep. He decides not to say anything, and instead strips down to his boxers, getting into his side of the bed. He would usually cuddle against her, an arm around her waist while they’re pressed together, front to back or chest or chest. Tonight Tyler just leaves her be, choosing to face her and watch as she finally does drift into sleep.

In the morning, Tyler wakes to find Y/N curled into his side, head nuzzled on his chest. Her whole body feels like a furnace, she’s blazing hot, making Tyler uncomfortably warm. He frowns, moving back the hair that’s stuck to her forehead. Tyler’s not positive, but he thinks she might be running a fever.

“Babe. Babe, wake up,” He whispers, shaking her body gently. Usually Y/N’s a pain to get up, but she awakens fairly quickly with a moan, burying her face farther in Tyler’s chest.

“No,” she grumbles, “I don’t want to. Everything hurts,” she complains before being attacked by a fit of coughing.

“I think you’re sick, babe,” Tyler says, wrapping his arms around her, running a hand over her back soothingly.

“Really, Ty. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you for that.”

Tyler sighs. Y/N’s always insufferable when she’s sick. Whiny and moody and just in a terrible temper. If she was feeling half as bad yesterday as he can tell she does now, Tyler understands why her mood was so sour. “I’m gonna go make you some tea, babe. I’ll be right back.”

She goes to say something but is stopped by another wave of coughs. She chooses to instead groan in response. Tyler kisses her softly on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

Grabbing a t-shirt off the floor, Tyler runs off to the kitchen. He prepares a cup of tea exactly how he knows she likes when she’s feeling under the weather and also soaks a washcloth in cool water before returning to the bedroom.

The flu’s been going around for a while now, so Tyler really shouldn’t be all that surprised that Y/N’s gotten sick. He’s upset though because this means all his plans are ruined, but he’s more concerned just seeing her in this state. Tyler hates when Y/N’s sick, not only because she tends to get extremely moody, but because she’s just so miserable, and there’s really nothing he can do about it.

When he returns, he finds her curled into a ball on her side. Her breathing is heavy and it sounds a bit congested and Tyler really wants to wrap her up in a bunch of blankets and make sure she’s cozy and comfortable.

“I brought your tea, babe,” Tyler says, placing the cup on the bedside table and getting back into bed.

“I’m too hot for tea,” she mumbles grumpily.

Tyler rolls his eyes and tugs on her arm, watching her uncurl from her fetal position and roll closer to him. He puts the washcloth on Y/N’s forehead, and he hears her sigh out in relief.

They lay there for a bit longer, Y/N with her eyes closed, and just when Tyler think she’s fallen back asleep, she says, “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Tyler hums in agreement. “That it is.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m sick.”

“Yes you are,” Tyler says, scooting just a bit closer to her and wrapping an arm around her.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I can’t kiss you because I’m sick and I don’t want you to get sick.”

There’s a beat of silence while Tyler just listens to her breathing.

“I’m sorry that I was being such a bundle of dicks last night,” she says softly, intertwining her fingers with Tyler’s.

He squeezes her hand gently. “It’s okay. You weren’t feeling well. And I probably shouldn’t have been keeping things from you. I know you don’t like secrets.”

“You were just trying to make Valentine’s Day special. And I ruined it. By being a dick. And getting sick.” She coughs a few more times. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Tyler says, kissing her cheek, lips to burning-hot skin.

They continue to lay there, tangled up in each other. Tyler’s getting really warm again, but it’s nothing they haven’t done before, intertwined to help the other sweat out the fever.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks, looking up at Tyler.

“Of course.”

“What did you have planned for tonight? Cause I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, I won’t be able to participate in it in this state. But I want to know,” she says, biting down on her chapped, bottom lip.  She looks sort of nervous, and Tyler knows he actually does feel guilty for being upset last night.

“Well we were gonna go out to dinner at that restaurant you like, the one on the corner by Mark’s.  And then dessert at the café we used to go to.  Picnic in the park where we had our first kiss. There’s a bottle of wine hidden in that tree.  The one you carved our initials into, even though I told you it was totally corny to do something like that,” he lets out a shaky laugh. “There’s probably a bunch of drunk squirrels wandering around by now,” Tyler says, smiling when Y/N giggles.

“Anything else?” she asks.

Tyler bites his lip hesitantly.  He wants to tell her. So badly. Maybe he doesn’t need to take her on some elaborate date to propose to her. Maybe this moment is okay too.

Somehow, Tyler’s never felt as in love as he does at that moment. After all these years, he’s still falling more in love every day. Even when Y/N is sick and sweaty, all Tyler can do is think about kissing her and make her feel better. And maybe that’s what that phrase really refers to. In sickness and in health. Tyler wants to be with her every single second, not only until she’s feeling healthier, but forever.

“Yeah, actually there was one more thing,” Tyler says. “Hold on.”

He’s made his decision. His heart is pounding fast as he gets out of bed, walking to the closet. Y/N watches curiously from the sheets as Tyler takes a small velvet box out of his coat pocket. Tyler puts it in his hand before climbing into bed again.

“I was going to give you this,” he says, opening the box slowly.

The ring is sitting surrounded in a dark, ruby red cloth, glinting in the dim light of Y/N’s bedside table. Her eyes widen as she takes the tiny velvet box from Tyler’s hands. “Ty, is this –“

“Y/N,” Tyler says, taking the ring out, “will you marry me?”

There’s a moment of silence and Tyler think his heart stops because for a split second he’s afraid she’s going to say no. But then she’s outstretching her hand, indicating for Tyler to slip it on.  He does, but then he’s being pushed back on the bed, his face being peppering with kisses, and Tyler doesn’t care if she’s sick, he takes her face between his hands and slots their mouths together in a long, deep kiss. Tyler feels her tongue slide into his mouth, and dammit he’s going to get so sick later, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s definitely taking this all as a yes.

She pulls away first because she’s becomes overwhelmed with a fit of coughs. Tyler pats her back gently, then pulls her in close, waiting for her to catch her breath again.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me on Valentine’s Day,” she laughs after settling down. “That’s so cheesy, Ty. Even for you.”

“Shut up. You still said yes. That was a yes, right?”

“Of course it was,” she says, placing one last kiss to Tyler’s lips. “Did you really think I’d say anything different?”


Mojo Rawley/OC: Mojo wants to show you just how long he can stay hyped after a match. Smut. Requested by anon.

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Awake Part 9

Title: Awake

Summary: You had just graduated with a degree in English and thanks to some writing competitions you had gotten noticed and offered the job of a life time right out of school. This job was your dream job, you were going to be a writer for the tv show Supernatural, your favorite tv show. The whole cast and crew are very welcoming and kind and you find yourself making some of the best friendships, specifically with the green eyed actor that plays Dean.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

You and Jensen hugged Jared and Gen bye as you got into different cabs. Jensen placed his hand on your lower back as he led you to the car and you felt your stomach do flip flops. How was it possible for him to make you feel this way with just a gesture; The two of you had been physically affectionate as friends but now every time he touched you whether it was sexual or not it made you nervous and excited at the same time. Jensen slid into the cab after you and you looked up and smiled at him he smiled at you and slid his arm around you pulling you to him. You leaned in to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“My mom texted me earlier and asked if we would come to dinner tomorrow night?” Jensen said rubbing your arm.

“That sounds really great, but are you sure you want me meeting your family so soon? I mean if you want to go see your family I don’t mind just hangin out at your house-” Jensen cut you off with a kiss.

“I’m ready if you are, we were such good friends first it just feels like we’re a lot further along than we really are if that makes sense” Jensen explained.

“I’m ready” you smiled and kissed him gently, “and that does make sense, I feel the same way” Jensen gave you a huge smile and pulled you into another kiss. When he pulled back the car had stopped in front of a beautiful house that was settled on acres on land, “Jensen this place is beautiful” you said as you got out of the car. He grabbed the bags from the trunk and walked with you up to the front door.

“My room is at the end of that hallway” Jensen walking you into his house. You walked to where he said and into a large master bedroom, it was really hitting you that you were dating a tv star, and someone who was in a much more stable point in their life. You still ate mac and cheese for dinner every night, whenever you tried to cook anything else it basically caught on fire. You were still figuring out how to be an adult and you were dating a full blown adult with nice things and he was an actor. You could feel yourself panicking and looked up and Jensen had noticed it too.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” Jensen said setting your stuff down and walking over to you. You were trying to think what to say when he pulled you too him as he sat down on the bed.

“Yeah I’m ok, I just- I guess I hadn’t really processed it yet that you’re a mature adult that has adult things, like a beautiful house, and I’m fresh out of school and my most grown up thing I own is sexy underwear and wine” Jensen started chuckling a bit at you and you couldn’t help but laugh too even though you weren’t really sure what you were laughing at, “why are you laughing at me you ass?” you asked playfully.

“I am the furthest thing from mature, you of all people should know that” he said smiling and you couldn’t help but giggle, he pulled you closer to him so you were straddling him now on the bed, “I know that there is a bit of an age gap and that we are in different stages in life, but I adore you and the fact that you eat mac and cheese for almost every meal unless I get you pizza or make you pancakes, I love how sweet and innocent you are. I just enjoy being around you, you make me happy. We can move as fast or as slow as you need, but like I said earlier, I’m all in” you smiled at him and felt your worries melt away again.

“I’m all in too. I’m sorry I keep having minor freak outs, I just overthink things.” You said and Jensen laughed.

“You keep forgetting that I know you really well, I already knew that before we started this” He said and you smiled leaning in to kiss him.

“Mmm Jensen what do you say we talk about some of those experiments?” kissing your way down his neck. Jensen moaned as you nipped at his collar bone.

“Let’s take that sweatshirt off of you and your leggings” he said reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and you lifted your arms up letting him pull the sweatshirt off of you. He let his hands wander over your stomach and ribcage till he reached your breasts. He ran his thumbs under your breasts causing you to bite your lip. He could be so rough but also so gentle and you weren’t sure which was your favorite, “Alright baby girl stand up and take your pants off” he said gruffly.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you decided to test something out, “Yes sir” you said as sexily as you could as you stood up and peeled your leggings off.

“I like that, you should definitely say that more baby girl” he said obviously turned on.

“Mmm yes sir” you said crawling back into lap. Jensen groaned as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. You started to kiss his neck again as you lowered yourself down on his jean clad bulge. You pulled back to kiss Jensen’s face but he stopped you.

“Why don’t you move over to my thigh?” Jensen said with a smirk on his face. You’d forgotten in your drunken haze that you had told him about your thigh riding kink. You bite your lip and looked down shyly.

Jensen lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “Come on sweetheart I would really like to see that. Don’t make me ask again I would hate to have to punish you…” he said gripping your ass tightly.

“But what if I want to be punished?” you said reaching your hands under his shirt.

Jensen groaned and gave your ass a firm smack making you moan, “damn that is hot… we will do more of that later but for now I want you on my thigh, alright?”

“Yes sir” you responded pulling a smile from Jensen. You resituated yourself and lowered yourself on his left thigh. You looked up at him under your lashes feeling your nerves go crazy. He reached his hands out to grip your hips holding you to him. He smirked at you as he flexed his thigh causing you to moan. You started to move your hips trying to hit the right spot with each movement. The friction of your panties and his jeans feeling amazing on your clit. You threw your head back and moaned as you found the right rhythm. Jensen sat up straighter so that he was flush against your chest, he had one hand on your ass and the other on your hip pushing you down onto his thigh. He moved his face to your neck and started to trail bites and kisses, sucking new marks onto your throat. He kissed down to your chest and laid his head down against you watching as you used his thigh, “That’s it baby girl, god you are so sexy, I love watching you fuck yourself on my thigh” he mumbled his grip getting tighter as you went faster. You felt the familiar coil in your stomach starting to build and Jensen noticed your movements becoming sloppier. He used his hands to guide your movements helping you to reach your finish. When you were riding his leg at a fast pace Jensen attached his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. Jensen swallowed your moans as you came feeling you pulse through his jeans. He held you to him letting your relax against his chest. He wrapped you in a tight hug rubbing your back as you came down from your high, “you are definitely doing that again that was so hot” Jensen said and you laughed into his chest and looked up at him and he had a satisfied smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss started out sweet, but Jensen began to deepen in gently biting your bottom lip and pulling it. You reached your hands up to his neck and pulled him closer to you. The two of you made out like that for a while before you realized he was wearing several more layers than you.

“Jensen you have too many clothes on” you whined pulling his shirt off of him. The two of you pressed up against each other kissing some more. Jensen reached behind you to unhook your bra and you leaned back to help him pull it off. You reached down to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. You moved back and stood up to let him stand up and pull his jeans off. You got down on your knees to pull his boxers off wanting to return the favor but Jensen pulled you back up to him. He licked his lips as he grabbed your panties and pulled them off of you. You looked up at him wondering where this was going.

“Get on the bed and lay on your stomach” you nodded and walked to the bed laying down. Jensen pulled his boxers off and walked over to the bed. He gripped your hips and pulled them up so your ass was up and your chest of to the bed. He pulled his hand back and gave your ass a smack pulling a moan from you. He did that a few more times till your ass was red, “you really are a dirty girl aren’t you?” he said his voice low and husky.

“Mmm yes sir, I’m you’re dirty little girl” you moaned out as he slid two fingers in.

“So wet sweetheart, I’m just going to slide right in” you simply nodded your head not sure if you could speak. Jensen gave himself a few pumps before lining up with your center and pushing in. You moaned loving the way he stretched you. As he pulled in and out of you he leaned forward and reached his arm around to rub circles on your clit. You felt yourself nearing your finish again and you could tell from the way Jensen was moving he was close too.

“harder baby, please-m close” you mumbled out as coherently as you could. He gripped your hips and pulled you up getting a deeper angle hitting your g-spot. You gripped the bedding as you came your walls squeezing Jensen pulling his own finish from him. Jensen continued to thrust through his finish to pull the most pleasure from both of you. As he stopped he leaned over placing a sweet kiss at the nape of your neck. As he walked into the bathroom you rolled over laying on your back. Jensen came back in with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down with you. He pulled you to his chest and you cuddled up to him. You sat up on your elbow to look at him

“do you want to take a shower and then maybe get a snack and watch a movie in bed till we fall asleep?” you asked smiling down at him. Jensen shot up and practically tackled you to the bed kissing all over your neck and face making you giggle.

“You are perfect and that sounds perfect” He said as he kissed your nose. And before you knew it he had thrown you over his shoulder and carried you into the bathroom.

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24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone’s mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it…Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

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anonymous asked:

What kind of boyfriend would each got7 member be?

Sorry for the long wait, anon! Here’s a little summary of each boy and what kind of boyfriend they’ll be. Enjoy! <3

Originally posted by jaesbum


  • Honestly, the most chillest boyfriend ever.
  • He may be quiet at first when you both meet but once he gets to know you, he’ll talk more.
  • Hug and cuddles are the #1 thing this boy will do daily.
  • Even if you’re cooking, studying, or even just watching TV, he’ll want to cuddle every moment.
  • You two will also have so many random moments but it all turns into inside jokes you two share.
  • Also kisses from Mark Tuan??!?! THE MOST SWEETEST THING EVER!
  • You’ll melt in his kiss tbh.
  • Dates will be super chill and fun at the same time.
  • Jackson would most likely tag along just to annoy you both.
  • Not a big fan of PDA but huge when you two are alone.
  • Sex with Mark Tuan ahhaha uh… hot and sexy. HIS DEEP HOARSE VOICE WILL TURN YOU ON OKAY? okay.

Originally posted by defsouljb


  • He’ll either be really cold or really sweet to you when you both meet.
  • But once he realizes you’re the one, he’ll definitely be a man and confess right away.
  • Back hugs and kisses on the cheek
  • damn… that boy will know how to treat you right.
  • He’ll spoil you left and right.
  • He’ll even act cute whenever you request for it. Just for you only.
  • PROTECTIVE AF, I’m telling you.
  • Have you seen the way he gets angry easily?
  • Damn son, he’ll beat anyone that touches you, even if it’s Jackson.
  • Dates with him will be sweet, like a walk in a park or ice skating.
  • Sex with Jaebum… well y’all know full well what that man can do. I’ll just let you imagine it. (dominate, rough and overall the best sex you’ll ever had. Hot damn i need holy water)

Originally posted by i-got7s


  • THIS BOY OMG. He’ll be so touchy but secretly inside, you’ll enjoy it.
  • He’ll made you cry out of laughter and literally be the person that you can joke around with all day.
  • He will tell you about his past, like fencing or his life as a trainee, and you basically remember every detail of each story because he’s told it to you many times.
  • He’ll be such a gentleman towards you.
  • He will spoil you.
  • Kisses every second and hugs you all the time.
  • He’ll basically never let go of you because he’s touchy af.
  • Dates with him will be adventurous and fun.
  • It’ll be something memorable like skydiving or something.
  • Sex with Jackson… oh man..  Don’t even get me started… so many orgasm denials and sometimes can be rough in bed…
  • enough said

Originally posted by gotsolucky


  • You’ll be dating a man who’s a complete savage but also a sweetheart as well.
  • Just like Mark, he’ll need to know you before he’ll decide if he’ll confess.
  • This boy will be the death of you… seriously.
  • He’s sweet, caring and overall a traditional Korean boyfriend.
  • He’ll love to hold your hand, constantly keeping you by his side because he wants to show you off.
  • He’ll read you to sleep or even just read to you in general.
  • Dates with him will be sentimental, peaceful and fun.
  • He’s not a big fan of PDA but will kiss you just to make the other members jealous.
  • Sex with Jinyoung… boy he can be rough if you ask for it but will always be sweet and loving (unless you’re both thirsty af)

Originally posted by markjin


  • Dating him will be like dating a man that radiants happiness everywhere he goes. 
  • His laugh is music to your ears and his funny faces always kills you with laughter. 
  • He’ll be a caring and sweet boyfriend. 
  • You’re first meeting may be shy and awkward but he’ll warm up to you once he knows you better. 
  • Him, constantly singing at the top of his lungs but you enjoy it so much that you sing along with him. 
  • Whines just to get your kisses. 
  • PDA wouldn’t be that much be he’ll enjoy it. 
  • Sex with Youngjae… damn.. He’s too innocent but gurl he’ll make you feel so good if he wanted too. I JUST CAN’T. YOUNGJAE IS TOO PRECIOUS.

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


  • oh boy… you better be prepare to deal with this boy… 
  • He’s a major fashionista
  • Meaning he’ll go on shopping sprees with you, buy you expensive brands of clothing and even pick out your outfit
  • He will spoil you TO THE MAX because this boy claims to be rich af
  • Just imagine him in the kitchen while you walk up to him and give him a back hug  
  • So many dance parties in your living room which will mainly consist of dabbing 
  • Him, rapping to you in Thai, Korean and English (an attempt to)
  • He’s not the type of guy that will be into PDA but will kiss you in front of members
  • “How do you know I’m not big?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Dates with him will be super sweet, fun and exciting because he knows how to have fun 
  • Sex with Bambam.. Oh boy… this boy can go from cute to hot in an instant… wild and sexy. 

Originally posted by busanplayboy


  • He’ll be really shy at first when meeting you 
  • After you give him your number, he’ll call you everyday and ask how was your day
  • He’ll be the sweetest boyfriend you’ll ever have
  • Like he’ll clean up the house, clean the dishes or even try to cook just for you
  • Watching him put on dance shows for you
  • Him, teaching you how to dance so you two can dance together
  • It wouldn’t be even a peck on the lips, it’ll be a full makeout
  • The only PDA he’ll do in public will hold your hands but boy… he’ll kiss you every time he’ll get the chance to in front of his members.
  • Dates with him with be thoughtful and meaningful. He’ll also make it really fun because you both like to be adventurous sometimes. 
  • Sex with Yugyeom… those dancing hips will make you feel so good… damn that boy can be rough and sweet at the same time. 
pet names | m

Originally posted by clumsypenguin

◇ Jiyong takes care of his princess.

◇ G-Dragon x reader

◇ sugardaddy!au

If :) u :) do not :) like :) dd/lg :) or :) sugar daddies :) do not :) read :) also im much sorry for the lack of updatery, but this is one of the longest things ive written so!!! Enjoy my sweets ♡♡♡


Kwon Jiyong is a well known man; be it for his eccentric tastes, his handsome looks, his loyal friends, or rather the empire he built from the dirt - he was well known. He could show up to Buckingham Palace and be invited in.

He was a household name for most. He was the creme de la creme, the best of the best, and everyone knew it. He built a legacy from nothing, and that earned him quite the reputation.

The world knew him as tall, dark and handsome, with a devilish smirk and an iron fist that he ruled his empire - BB Enterprises - with, his sombre exterior earning him the title The Dragon. And while that was true, on the inside, there were many people who earned the rare chance to see passed that.


“Kitten.” The pet name is murmured fondly in the early hours of the morning, his eyes soft and smile sweet as he buttons up his dress shirt. His gaze focuses on you through the mirror, your arms winding around his waist tiredly, your head resting on his shoulder with a sleepy sigh. “Daddy has to go to work.”

“No,” you groan softly, tightening your hold. The golden light of the sunrise shines through the large windows of his bedroom, the city of Seoul already awake and thriving, the rising sun casting a heavenly glow on your bodies. “I don’t want you to go…”

Jiyong tsks disapprovingly, reaching forward to pick from one of the many ties in his dresser. He expertly ties it in seconds, raising an eyebrow as you whimper in irritation again. “Ah, ah, ah - we had a talk about this, didn’t we, kitten?”

You sniffle, your eyes fluttering open to meet his dark ones through the mirror. The puppy-like pout that settles on your face has him shaking his head fondly, turning to face you and readjusting your arms to rest around his neck. A peck, two pecks, and then another, and then he’s placing a long kiss on your forehead, rocking you back and forth.

“Come on,” he scolds lightly, pulling back slightly. His arms are still wrapped tightly around you, but now he can take a peek at your beautiful face. “You can sleep in today, can’t you? And your favorite show is going to be doing re-runs, right?”

You frown, crossing your arms and stompin your foot down with as much strength as you can muster at this hour. You’re not acting very good right now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Your tired mind and the fact that the one person you want to spend the day with will be gone makes your ‘good-girl meter’ malfunction. “And? You’re going to be gone for the whole day, daddy…”

“Hey,” Jiyong warns, carefully watching you with his signature disciplinary look painted over his face - it quickly calms to a frown as your bottom lip trembles, and he sighs, pulling you closer again and smoothing your hair down comfortingly. “I know it’s hard, but I have to work, okay? It’s important today.”

“It’s important every day,” he hears you grumble quietly to yourself, and he wills himself to place himself in your shoes before he decides to punish you for bad behaviour.

He inhales deeply, rolling his neck and stretching the fatigue from his system.

“Maybe, just maybe… if I hear you’ve been good, daddy will come back home early - with a present, too,” he murmurs, holding your face between his hands gently, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks softly. Your expression of sadness eases up just the tiniest bit.

“Chaeyoung will be coming today as well, so you won’t be lonely,” he tries to cheer you up just a little. He knows it must be hard to watch him leave almost every single day at the crack of dawn, returning only when your eyes were droopy with sleep. Jiyong’s suddenly very aware that you haven’t been able to spend much time with him lately.

You sniffle again, and the sound almost breaks his heart - but he knows he can’t miss today, and so with a lingering kiss to your forehead, he unwinds his arms from around you, a gentle tap on your bottom signalling you to totter off to bed again.

And your ‘good-girl meter’ must be working perfectly again, because you only furrow your eyebrows as he gives you one last kiss, turning on your heel and burrowing under the expensive sheets.


You spend the first few hours of the day pouting to yourself, arms wrapped around your knees as the TV plays whatever it was playing. It provides good background noise, and yes, re-runs of your favourite shows were about to start, but the penthouse felt extremely empty and cold, even with Chaeyoung bustling around, and the heating turned up to the max.

“Come on,” Chaeyoung sighs, collapsing onto the couch beside you. She’s your age, and has a particular fondness for chocolate chip cookies - and coincidentally, Jiyong has every appliance under the sun. Whenever she comes over, you’re always careful to not eat much in order to have some room for her cookies.

You know Jiyong is happy that you have at least one friend that lives near him - not many of your friends live in the heart of the richest parts of the city, and it leaves you by yourself more often than not.

“I know you miss him, but…” She trails off uncertainly.

“But?” You raise an eyebrow, turning your head to face her. At the silence that ensues, you can only huff in irritation, fiddling with the TV remote to control the warmth that’s surely going to start biting at the back of your eyes.

“I know it’s hard without him,” she frowns in sympathy, pushing your shoulder slightly, “but I’m sure he’s thinking of you, right now - does that not comfort you in some way? You’re not that far apart, once you think about it…”

I hope he’s thinking of me.


Work was hell, honestly. After spending at least 2 hours doing paperwork, 3 hours enduring a meeting that quite frankly, Jiyong had no idea what it was for, and an additional hour to discuss other matters with various business men, all with the thought of you on his mind, Jiyong was completely done for the day.

Or, actually, he wasn’t, because he had piles of paperwork on his desk and he was pretty sure his secretary was about to bring in some more-

“Sweetheart!” This pet name is cooed lovingly into his phone, work-induced stress evaporating from his body easily as he hears you giggle on the other end.

-but something about hearing you relay your day to him, your voice bright and happy, makes him extremely energetic and joyful. The paperwork doesn’t seem so bad, he guesses, as he holds the phone to his ear, laughing gently at your excitement that was a stark contrast to the pouty girl he left earlier this morning.

“Perks of being in love, I’m guessing,” Seungri scoffs. The youngest of Jiyong’s group of friends is lounging with extreme comfort on the loveseat in Jiyong’s office. Jiyong narrows his eyes - that’s your favorite seat, and he doesn’t appreciate Seungri rolling all over it like a dog, but he bites his tongue, flipping over another piece of paper with disinterest as Seungri continues talking. He had only just hung up his call with you, and he could already feel annoyance worming it’s way back into his body.

“I need a sugar baby,” Seungri pouts dramatically, his head loling as he turns to Jiyong. “I can’t keep getting new girls every time I need a quick fix… better to have one girl who’ll help me out so long as I buy her some designer handbags-”

“That’s not what ____ is,” Jiyong huffs, his eyes drifting from the monotonous piles of paper to the bratty man chatting his head off. “Our relationship is built off mutual respect and love, not money - and I’m sure any other woman who’s a sugar baby can agree with the respect, at least.”

Seungri rolls his eyes, a small ‘whatever’ exiting his lips. The man straightens up, rolling his shoulders back. Jiyong barely sees him glancing at the expensive gold watch hanging off of his wrist, before he stands, brushing the imaginary dust off of himself.

“Well,” he announces cheekily, “if ____ has any cute friends that are willing to help me out, you know where to find me, hyung.”

And as easily as he walked in hours ago, he walks out, humming a cheery tune and leaving Jiyong with a scowl on his handsome face, allowing his mind to drift off to his sweetheart who was halfway across the city, without him.

The paperwork seems even worse, now.


He returns way earlier than you expected - this time, the word 'baby’ is filling the silent air as he drops the multiple bags hanging off of his wrists onto the marble floors, his arms wrapping tightly around your form and his laughs combined with your excited squeals making happiness bubble in your chests.

The night sky can perfectly be seen from the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the darkness illuminated by millions of tiny yellow lights. The city is still bustling, thriving with life and culture, but the beautiful view is the last thing on your mind.

“Daddy,” you grin, burying your head in the crook of his neck, “You’re back so early! I thought you’d come back when I was asleep…”

“Ah,” Jiyong tsks lightly, one hand wound around your waist, holding you close, the other hand reaching down to pick the bags up from the floor. “I said I’d come back early, didn’t I, baby? With presents, too.”

Your eyes widen, zeroing in on the pastel bags in his hands, filled with rainbow coloured tulle and hiding the surprise that was waiting for you. “Oo… what are they, daddy?”

He only laughs lightly, leading you with a hand on the small of your back to your bedroom. He’s quick to open the door to the en suite bathroom, placing the bags in your hands gently and raising an eyebrow at you. “Why don’t you take these, and try them on? Let me see how they look on you, baby.”

You’re filled with a strange mixture of confusion and excitement, but nonetheless, you nod in agreement, sending him one last tiny smile before you shut the door.

With bated breath, you rifle through the first bag, pushing away the pastel coloured tulle to reveal the main event. And, boy, are you shocked at what you come across.

It’s beautiful, of course, but the sight of the frilly, lacey lingerie that is revealed to you makes heat flood throughout your body. You suppress a whimper, rubbing your thighs together as you lift the corset out of the bag, warmth pulsing in between your legs.

It’s gleaming white, decorated with gold lace and tiny little beads littered on the bodice. On the back, there are multiple gold laces for you - or rather, Jiyong - to do up, the shape of the corset filling your hands as you examine it with wide eyes.

You can only guess how much this cost.

The silence of the bathroom is almost deafening as you shed your clothes, dropping them to the white marble floors of the bathroom in a heap. You’re suddenly glad that Chaeyoung had persuaded you to have a shower earlier to 'cleanse you of bad energy’ - whatever that meant - as you pull the matching underwear up your smooth legs.

“Daddy,” you call quietly, pushing the door open with one hand. The other holds the corset up against your chest, hiding the vast expanse of smooth, supple skin. “Can you do this up for me?”

You hear him take in a sharp breath, an over exaggerated sigh of breathlessness and a wow, look at you falling passed his lips, his lips parting in a mischevious smile. Jiyong’s quick to register your question, though, and in seconds he’s stood from the chair beside your bed and is behind you, moving your hair out of the way to give him access to your back.

“Beautiful,” Jiyong’s muttering to you, fingers nimbly doing the laces up in a matter of seconds. His hands linger on your back for a minute, your breath catching with anticipation, before they trail slowly and meaningfully to your sides, smoothing down non-existent wrinkles and his eyes drinking up your curves. “This might be my favourite one, baby…”

You turn to him, eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. “We have way more to go,” you remind him playfully, swinging your hips back and forth, turning in different positions for him to take a glimpse at you, “You can’t possibly know if this one is your favourite?”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” He raises an eyebrow, patting your bottom and directing you towards the bathroom - you say nothing about the obvious bulge in his pants, biting your lip with an excited giggle as you shut the bathroom door behind you.

The corset comes off easier than it was put on, a few tugs on the laces making it come undone and falling into your grasp. The underwear are second to go, and you almost feel regret at seeing them folded and back in their bags instead of on your body. They truly were a pleasure to wear - but on to the next bag, so!

You sit yourself on the toilet, spending a few seconds tapping your finger against your cheek, peering down at the multiple colourful bags surrounding your feet. Which one should you pick? Randomly, you grasp one of the bags by the handles, pulling it up onto your lap and anticipating what you would find:

Oh - wow. If you thought the last pair was beautiful, you were about to be completely blown away with this pair. In contrast to the light and pale colour scheme of the last pair, these were a deep, dark turquoise colour. The bra was decorated with gold chains and gold lace on the rim, and the underwear were the exact same. The vibrancy, the complimenting colours… the set was just beautiful - and easier to put on, too, you find, simply clasping the back of the bra together as you did with any other bra.

You actually can’t help but admire your appearance in the mirror; the way the fabric smooths over the curve of your ass, the way it pushed up your breasts, the colours suiting your skin tone perfectly - Jiyong clearly had good taste. Excitedly, you push the door open.

“Look at me!” You chirp happily, standing in front of him. He’s sitting on the chair again, and he can only watch you with dark eyes as you wiggle around, swaying your hips side to side to give him only the best angles. “I think this one will be my favourite…”

There’s still no answer from him, and you turn your head to look at him. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his eyes trailing slowly from your head to your toes. He seems to realise that you were talking to him, and with a deep sigh, he meets your eyes. Then, to your surprise, a cheeky smile spreads over his handsome face as he pats his thigh warmly.

“Why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap, hm, princess?”

Princess. It was always princess when he was in this mood. You could only guess what this would lead to.

And you do, obediently, prim and proper as you daintily sit yourself on his lap. You can feel his bulge against your skin, and with all your self control, you refrain yourself from grinding against him. That was one of daddy’s rules, of course: no playing with daddy without his permission. The most irritating of all rules, but you learned not to question it.

“Look at you,” he coos, and you feel a hand hug you close around your waist, the other coming up to cup your cheek. You practically glow at the contact, nuzzling deeper into his touch with a joyful smile - this was what you craved. This touch, this emotion. This is what you needed. “My beautiful little princess.”

His expression dims for a second, his voice becoming quieter, more tender. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to take care of you lately. That’s one of my jobs, as your daddy, right? I know I’ve been doing a pretty horrible job lately-”

A noise of disagreement rises in your throat as you shake your head frantically, your eyes furrowing immensely. “N-no! Daddy, really, I don’t mind, I’m just being a bit over dramatic-”

He hushes you with a simple 'shh’, shaking his head lightly. “I know you want to see me more, and I’m planning to change that, okay? But for now,” he murmurs, the hand that had been holding you at your waist creeping up your back, “Let me take care of you, princess.

As if compelled, you’re nodding in seconds, excitement filling every nerve in your body as his lips are finally on yours. It feels as if you’ve finally drank water after being stranded in the desert for a year. It felt like forever since you and Jiyong had last played together… Eagerness takes hold lf your body, and before you know it, Jiyong is laughing against your lips, pulling away from you.

“Looks like you forgot all of our rules in my time away, huh?” He questions rhetorically, removing you from his lap easily and standing. He adjusts his pants awkwardly, before he’s turning to the dresser that’s beside the bed.

“But that’s my fault, isn’t it? So let’s try something,” he mutters, and he looks all too happy as he pulls out an equally all too familiar toy, bright purple and just waiting for the flip of the switch that would allow it to vibrate. You’re not ashamed to say that your mouth watered - a few weeks without getting to cum, and you get pretty desperate.

“I use your favourite toy on you, and if you manage to stay quiet, you get to have me. If you don’t manage to stay quiet, well then…” Jiyong trails off, a devilish smirk appearing on his face- “Punishments are always fun, too.”

“Lay down,” he continues softly, pressing a hand to your stomach, guiding you to lay down. Excitement runs through your veins like fire, and you have to stop yourself from curling your toes in anticipation as a low buzz fills the air.

Jiyong holds the toy in his hand, looking every bit like an artist, the toy his paintbrush, and you his canvas. He hovers over your bottom half, fingering at the brand new underwear that he had gotten just that day, and in a startling flash - he rips them.

You let out a squeal that you can’t contain, staring down at him in shock as he begins to place kisses over your hips, not phased one bit. “Daddy!” You gasp, “Those - those were my favourite!”

“Daddy will buy you another pair, princess,” Jiyong mutters, his lips sucking red and purple marks into your delicate skin. “But for now, you know the rules. No noises, you understand?”

Chest still heaving in shock, your eyebrows knitted together, you nod slowly, dropping back down from your elbows and onto the smooth, cool sheets. Now that you’ve gotten over the initial shock of Jiyong tearing your current favourite underwear in half, you can focus on the sensations being ministrated onto your body.

His lips are always so soft when they’re on you, his tongue wetting skin and confusing you amongst the flurry of kisses and teeth you feel. You know you’re going to wake up with a ring of hickeys on your stomach, but as he sucks hard on the skin of your hipbone, you really don’t care - you’re too busy shivering as he begins to trek over an extremely sensitive part.

You’d barely noticed when he spreaded your legs, if not for the fact that he rises into his knees. You notice that he’s managed to already have coated the toy in a fair amount of lube, and he’s ready to push it into you. Your stomach tenses, your joints locked and your breath halted as you feel the cool rubber against your overheated lower lips. And then - oh.

The stretch is delicious. After a few weeks of absolutely no sexual contact, you’ve become a lot stiffer, a lot tighter, and a whole lot more sensitive. It definitely shows, you think, as your back arches from the bed, your mouth open in a silent gasp. It feels as if you’ve been winded, and you can barely catch your breath before he’s pulling the toy out of you, and then slamming back in with such force that you almost want to cry.

No noises. No noises. No noises. You’re chanting to yourself, in rhythm with the heavy breaths that are escaping your lips. Lewd, wet sounds reverberate through the room, and the sound alone is enough to make you screw your eyes shut, feeling the pleasure attack you fiercely. It felt as if liquid fire was burning through your veins.

You can only take the pleasure, throwing your head back. Your fingers and toes are curling, your eyebrows furrowing as you try your absolute best not to make any sounds because you can feel the knot in your stomach about to come loose-

“You’re doing so well, princess,” you hear Jiyong murmur, and you know he’s grinning to himself as he watches you struggle to not make any noise, writhing in pleasure beneath him. He likes testing you - and you’re absolutely sure of this, especially when he suddenly reaches his other hand down and begins to rub fervently at your clit.

The stimulation on your bundle of nerves immediately sends you hurtling into an extremely powerful orgasm, and you’re pretty sure white clouds your vision, your legs shaking and your chest tight, your stomach clenching and unclenching as you take in what seems like gallons of air.

The toy stops inside of you when your orgasm fades into nothingness, and the only sounds you can hear are your heavy breaths and small whines. Your eyes are fluttering shut as you see Jiyong rise from his position, beginning to shed his own clothes, and despite the fatigue you feel in your bones, you’re almost strengthened by the excitement of what’s to come.

“You took it fantastically,” you hear him comment, a hand smoothing over your stomach. “All fours?”

Nodding in agreement, you flip over onto your hands and knees. All traces of tiredness seem to have dissipated into the air, and you find yourself pushing your ass back eagerly. You couldn’t wait anymore… It had been so long since you had felt him.

Luckily, it seems as if Jiyong couldn’t either, because suddenly he’s grasping your hips, his cock filling you in such a smooth movement that it takes your breath away. The toy doesn’t compare at all to this - not at all. Jiyong’s hands grabbing your hips, his grunts filling the air as he pushes himself back into you - even the feeling of him inside you is much more satisfying in comparison to the cold rubber of the dildo.

He begins a fast pace from the start, hips grinding against the skin of your ass, and the wet sounds of slapping skin echoing throughout the room. You hold yourself up strongly, rolling your hips against his thrusts and letting mewls and whimpers escape your lips.

“Fuck,” he groans, and you can tell he’s throwing his head back, his hands wandering from your hips to your ass, and back again. “I’ve missed this, princess.”

Jiyong ends his sentence with a hard spank, and the yelp that you give makes him grin, biting his lip as he continues to pump himself into you. You can barely keep up with his pace; your last orgasm made you extremely sensitive, and you can already feel the mind-dizzying pleasure on the tip of your tongue.

“Daddy,” you whimper, your mouth gaping open as you feel the beginning of your orgasm trail up your legs, only short breaths escaping your mouth as it heads straight for the tightening knot in your stomach. “Daddy - I-I think I’m gonna-”

You can’t finish your sentence. Your body heaves forward as your orgasm wracks your body, tears burning behind your eyes and your voice completely lost. Your arms that had previously been so strong buckle underneath you, and suddenly your face is buried into the soft duvets underneath you, your ass up and your face down as you take the thrusts Jiyong was giving. Seconds later, Jiyong lets out a long groan, and his hips still as he empties his load inside you, painting your walls with white.

For a while, you just stay in that position, him still inside you as you catch your breaths. Fatigue is quickly creeping into your limbs, but you’d rather stay like this and bask in the afterglow while you can. You knew this wouldn’t be happening again any time soon.

Soon, though, Jiyong sighs, easing himself out of you with a small groan. The previously comforting feeling of him inside of you quickly changes as you feel his seed begin to trickle out of you, down on to your thighs - but luckily, he was always prepared. In seconds, he’s beginning to clean you up with a damp cloth that he had retrieved from the bathroom.

The silence is all too silent, but you can’t gather the strength to break it. After two orgasms, your body is completely spent, and you feel your eyes fluttering close as you rest your head on the fluffy bed sheets.


“Up you get, love,” you hear him murmur. Love. It’s always this one after he’s just made love to you, and you can’t say that you hate it.

With a small groan, you move so that you’re sitting normally, wiping your eyes tiredly and blinking up at him. Jiyong lets out a gentle laugh as he sees your eyes droop again, and in seconds he’s gathered you in his arms and has began to walk towards the bathroom.

The floor is still covered with shopping bags full of what you can only guess is more lingerie, but he isn’t preoccupied by that. He’s managed to run a bath in the small time that you had been resting, and he places you in so gently you feel as if you’re being placed on a bed of clouds.

Jiyong holds you close, you in between his legs and his chin resting on your shoulder. It’s so quiet, the water is warm and you’re in his arms. There really isn’t anything you’d like more than this.

“What are you thinking about, love?” He murmurs in your ear, and you inhale deeply, your head lolling back onto his shoulder.

“I just know that we won’t be able to do this much anymore, daddy,” you hum back. He says nothing in response but you know he’s sorry - you know he’s thinking deeply about how he can fix your situation, but you there really isn’t any solution. Jiyong is a business man. You knew this would happen when you first met him. “I’m trying to savour it.”

“If I could do anything to fix this, I would,” his grip on you tightens, and suddenly you’re both closer, holding each other tighter. “But, hey, look on the bright side - you still have more bags to try on, hm?”

A giggle fills the air, and you’re both smiling once again.

16 IN ‘16: Jake’s Picks

Reflecting on the year with the 16 songs - new or old - that soundtracked our respective 2016s.

1. “Pt. 2″ - Kanye West - The Life of Pablo
This song opens up the playlist because it is quintessentially 2016. And by that I mean that it’s confusing, a banger, full of memes, and really sad.

2. “Ivy” - Frank Ocean - Blonde
I love Blonde, but it took me a little white to get there. The amorphous, hypnotic album doesn’t have any particular hits, but the raw emotion of the piece as a concept made the 4-year wait worth it. “Ivy,” the second track, is one of my favorites, because you practically feel yourself falling in love right alongside Frank. We see that theme across this list and across 2016 - a departing of more traditional pop sounds for dreamy, wavy hooks combined with jarring, inventive noise.

3. “RedBone” - Childish Gambino - Awaken, My Love!
Awaken, My Love! was ultimately a little disappointing, IMO. But oh my god, this song is so good. Make no mistake - this is baby-making music. If you are not making babies to this song, you are listening to this incorrectly. I went to a listening party for the album and I’m 80% sure this song turned the tide of the 30+ dates I was watching unfold around me. It’s that potent. Handle with care.

4. “All Night” - Beyonce - Lemonade
YO, 9:30! I’M REALLY HAPPY FOR Y’ALL, IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT LEMONADE IS ONE OF THE BEST ALBUMS OF ALL TIME. Okay, maybe not of all time, but you don’t have to be a resident member of the Beyhive to tell that this album is straight fire. It’s got everything - the black power anthem, a rock song with Jack White that sounds freshly cut from Yeezus, and even a country song with the Dixie Chicks. Lemonade is a cross section of what 2016 was - a year of cacophonic harmony. But I chose the penultimate number, “All Night,” to be on this list on slightly different grounds - it is a beautiful, emotional story of admiration, real, unselfish love for another human being. Yeah, it reminds me of my girlfriend. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

5. “With That” - Young Thug - Barter 6
Okay, back to that dirty s**t. “With That” is nasty. It makes you scrunch up your face and vibe. Young Thug really broke through in 2016, and as did his genre, the disdainfully-named mumblerap, spawning proteges such as Desiigner and Lil Yachy. Can you make out the words he’s saying? Maybe not. Do you know that it’s some real s**t? Absolutely. Though Barter 6 came out in 2015, Young Thug makes music so fast the album is already 5 albums back (I’d start with Barter, it gets a little sketchy from there). Young Thug is pushing the envelope for rap by breaking every rule in the book.

6. “Wolves” - Kanye West - The Life of Pablo
When I heard “Wolves” on my first listen through of TLoP, it was all but confirmed: Kanye West has lost his damn mind. “Wolves” is a great song buried in the back end of Pablo, and explores Kanye’s love for his wife, Kim K. It spends 5 minutes comparing Kim’s relationship history: her sex tape, followed by her televised wedding, and subsequent divorce after 72 days to the biblical story of the Virgin Mary. “Wolves” is an awesome song, though, regardless of the fact that it is probably played repeat during Donald Trump’s appointments with his team of expert cheeto dust appliers.

7. “715 - CR∑∑KS” - Bon Iver - 22, A Million
22, A Million came out on the 30th of September this year, and felt like that second that your ears pop. 2016 demanded toughness from all of us. “715 - CR∑∑KS” was sweet, sweet emotional release. It’s the best album of 3016. It will make you smile, take a deep breath, then go look out a window. Please go listen to it.

8. “Rome” - Ratatat - Magnifique
Ratatat is a pretty unknown band whose biggest claim to fame is producing the beat of the 2009 Kid Cudi hit, “Pursuit of Happiness.” They are also my favorite band. Though Magnifique came out in 2015, I saw Ratatat at Echostage in January, and I have no words. Psychedelic rock is awesome. “Rome” crescendos to a powerful, hypnotic riff before dropping to almost silence, and building back up to an insane musical orgasm. It’s a flawless song. Plus, Ratatat is awesome, and more people need to know about them. They make life music.

9. “Some Minds” - Flume - Single
Listen to me right now: If Mozart was alive today, he would be standing at the front bar of a Flume show. I saw Flume at 9:30 this fall and legitimately melted. This man builds music from sounds that don’t exist in the natural world; he literally pulls music OUT OF THIN AIR. I’ve seen this song’s drop put people in an actual trance. Like Young Thug, Flume has led the charge of a new sound in EDM, and this song in no exception. His newest album, Skin, came out in 2016, and it amazing. This song is amazing. Flume is amazing. You’re welcome.

10. “Dirty Work” - Herobust - I’m Aloud
Dirty Work is not for everyone. I got into EDM especially hard this year, though I was very hesitant at first. It’s hard to keep up with EDM from the outside: so many DJs, how it all sounds kinda the same, and of course, the drugs. But if you don’t like EDM, especially if you don’t like EDM, listening to this will give you a taste of how inventive the genre has gotten. What is this??? It sounds like industrial machinery. It sounds like a transformer falling down the stairs. It sounds like a dial-up modem. But why…can’t I stop… dancing????

11. “Safe” - Dumbfounded - We Might Die
“Safe.” This is a guilty pleasure song for me, one of the 17 people in the DMV who has a passion for the LA rap scene and knocksteady radio. This woke af song is off Dumbfounded’s new mixtape, We Might Die, and discusses the lack of Asian representation in Hollywood. By the numbers, I probably listened to this song more than any other song in 2016, and I’m not close to ashamed. Dumbfounded is known as a lyrical god out west, and he is gonna be in DC on February 4! Go see him! Do it!

12. “One Dance” - Drake - Views
Yeah, I couldn’t not. This was the uncontested jam of the summer, never failing to get me and every 20 something woman around me doing our best Drake, or our most cultivated Rihanna. The song also brought dancehall and Afrobeat music to the mainstream, making summer sixteen especially awesome.

13. “Untitled 7″ - Kendrick Lamar - untitled unmastered.
Okey doke. It’s hard for me to not overreact and call this the best song of the year, but I don’t think I could name a better one. Kendrick Lamar developed untitled unmastered. from the floor cuttings of To Pimp A Butterfly and accidentally created a series of songs that rival the full-length albums of his contemporaries. A jazz, trap, hip-hop fusion, “Untitled 7″ is the cherry on top of an already insane series of songs. It is close to being a perfect song. Production-wise, the beat of “Untitled 7″ is hallowed ground: other rappers won’t touch it. I think about Kendrick when I’m asked about how music can change the world. Lamar’s voice echoes around the song, half taunting, half challenging the rap game as a whole to get on his level: “Levitate, Levitate, Levitate, Levitate.”

14. “Alright” - Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp A Butterfly
2017 is the beginning of a new chapter for the world. Will we find the strength to love and trust each other, rising to the challenge of our planet’s greatest tests? Or will we succumb to the darkest impulses of humanity? “If God got us, we’re gon’ be alright.”

15. “Come Down” - Anderson .Paak - Malibu
Anderson .Paak killed it this year with his release of Malibu. I had followed Anderson for a long time, first as Breezy Lovejoy, then through many short-lived projects, until this final form. “Come Down” is a great song, an energetic, groovin’ tune like only a west coaster can make. I’m excited to hear more from this guy in 2017, and I don’t see him going anywhere but up.

16. “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” - Kanye West - Graduation
This song is always important to me, this year included. Kanye may be a bit of a kook sometimes, but here’s a good point: keep your head down, get tough, do what you say you’re gonna do. Those haters are going to keep coming, no matter what. But when you get your money? Then, they cant tell you nothing. It’s not the worst resolution, wouldn’t you agree? Happy holidays and good luck in the New Year!

-Jake Flum

Caught in a Web Part 4

Summary: Dan was offered to join Willow Grove Academy, Britain’s most prestigious and renowned private school, on a full scholarship. All of the other students are rich, unlike Dan who comes from a modern lower class society. Things become complicated when he lies about his background to Phil Lester, the most popular and richest boy in the school.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Dan!” Phil looked horrified as Dan lost his breakfast in the trashcan. His hand hovered in the air, as if he wanted to touch Dan’s shoulder, but was unsure if it was a good idea or not. It probably wasn’t a good idea, so Dan was thankful that Phil kept a slight distance.

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The Olympics

Summary: In which Bucky is the only one willing to watch the Olympics with you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,124

A/N: The Olympics have taken over my life and Bucky owns my heart so this is the best of both worlds in my book. 

@avengerstories - you’re my favorite, thank you for always editing things for me :)

Originally posted by romanianlovespell

“Steve, come watch the Olympics with me.”

“Sorry Y/N,” he apologizes, continuing the tedious process of wrapping his hands. When he looks at you, he appears almost grateful to have an excuse not to join you. “I’ve gotta train. That punching bag is calling my name.”

Your eyes narrow into slits when you say, “You’re the worst.”

“Sam,” you call, knocking on his door. When he doesn’t answer, you begin banging your hand even harder against the wooden object.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he huffs, making you smile triumphantly. When he pulls the door open, he is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “What do you want from me?”

“Come watch the Olympics with me.”

“You made me get out of bed to ask me that?” He asks incredulously. “What’s the point of watching the Olympics when you live with a bunch of superheroes?”

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Bucky Barnes: Flowers

Originally posted by maorisakai

Title: Flowers

Prompt: So soulmate AU where each pair has a matching tattoo to depict part of the story of how they fall in love.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2494

Notes: I wish this would happen haha.  Anyways, I hope you are having a lovely day!

“Hey Steve, where are you going?”  Bucky observed Steve jumping around as he attempted to put his shoes on without bending down- what an old man.  

“I’m going to visit Peggy today.”  

“Oh, okay.”

“Do you need anything while I’m out?”  Steve asked more out of habit than anything else.  He was always looking out for his friend, and this included making sure Bucky had all his essential supplies.  

“Nah man,”  Bucky replied, lying back down on the couch, “I’m good.  

And then Bucky was alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.  He flicked through the tv channels idly as he absentmindedly brushed his fingers over his soulmark, shivering when his cool metal hand connected with his warm skin.  

Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if his soulmate had died like Steve’s had- he shuddered at that thought.  The thought of some girl growing old and alone bothered him greatly, knowing that he could never go back and do things differently.

Or maybe she was in an old nursing home somewhere, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.  Falling in love with people other than your soulmates was not too common, but if it meant that Bucky’s soulmate was happy, then he was happy.  Or at the very least, bittersweet.


“That will be twelve ninety-five please,”  You said, waiting as the customer pulled out his wallet.  “I think that they will really love it, by the way.”  You nodded your heads to the bouquet of flowers in your hands, excitement for the man running through you.  This was your favorite part about working in a flower shop- the pay may not be great, but putting smiles on the customers’ faces was enough for you.

The man smiled and handed the cash over to you as you handed him the bouquet.  “Thank you,”  He said, “I think he will too.”

As soon as he left the door you started to busy yourself again, not liking moments of stillness.  That was one thing that everyone knew about you- you always needed to be moving.  You were alway talking, always moving, always doing something with your time.  Sometimes you thought it was because you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts, but before you could answer yourself you had already started doing something else.

You were watering a pot of pink gerbera daisies when the door chimed, signalling that someone else was in the shop with you.  Thinking that they would call if they needed help, you continued on to water the next plant, and the next plant, and the next…

“Excuse me, miss?”  You nearly jumped out of your skin when the man’s voice penetrated the silence.  Apparently the man took notice of this, because he quickly apologized, “Oh, I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to scare you!”

After catching your breath, you waved him off.  “It’s alright.  You’re just have really quiet footsteps, that’s all.”  You gave the tall blonde a friendly smile before continuing, “So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Steve, my name’s Steve.”  The way he said his name, like he was surprised that you would want to know it, bothered you.  He seemed like a sweet guy and it saddened you to know that he didn’t think you would care.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve!”  You placed a hand on your hip while pushing a strand of hair out of your face.  “What do you have in mind?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that.”  

“Okay, well, what’s the occasion?”  His smile fell and you chided yourself for not being more sensitive.  You knew there was something off about the man- he was sad.  He probably lost someone, and here you were trying to be all perky.

“A friend of mine passed recently,”  He said, looking at the floor, “and I wanted to get some nice flowers for her.”

“Okay,”  You said, taking his hand and walking him towards the front desk of the store.  You pulled out a booklet filled with different flower assortment types, from small flower pots to large lavishing displays.  You handed it over to him gently, well aware of how he was feeling.  You have also lost people important to you and you knew how it felt.  “Do you see anything you like?”

His eyes flitted up from the booklet to meet yours before he spoke, pain clearly showing in them.  “I think she would have liked Selection B, if that’s okay.”  He handed the booklet back into your hands.

“Ah,”  You said, peeking at the picture that he was talking about.  Selection B was a moderately long display of an assortment of white flowers, a beautifully modest set in your opinion.  “And I can show you some different types of flowers for it if you’d like.”

“Thank you, that would be great.”

“But before we start off, do you have any specific colors in mind?  A favorite color of hers perhaps?”

Steve’s eyes flickered with something nostalgic for a moment before returning to the present.  “She liked red.  She was always painting her nails this beautiful shade of red…”  He trailed off, a sad look on his face.  You couldn’t help but think that he looked like some sort of lost puppy with that face.

“Okay, that’s good because I have lots of red flowers in here.”  You took his hand again and led him to the red section.  (Yes, you color coded your flowers.)  Releasing it, you used your finger to point to the different plants he could choose from.  “Now here we have the traditional red roses, and right next to them are the tulips, and below the tulips are the customer favorite- the carnations.  I have someone who comes in every week to buy his wife a bouquet of them- it’s really cute,”  You accidentally started to go off, mentally palming your forehead as you did so.  “Sorry, I’m just rambling now.”  You gave him a sheepish smile, hoping that he wouldn’t mind.

“It’s alright.  And I can see how they are a customer favorite, these carnations are beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are.  And then over here we have dahlias, and the daisies, and over there are the calla lillies…”

You continued to name off all of the flowers in the section enthusiastically, point to each one as you went.  If he was annoyed by your antics, he was good at hiding it because it seemed as though he was actually interested in what you were talking about.

“And that’s it for the red flowers, unless you want to look at some white ones too?”

“I think red will be just fine.”  

“Okay,”  You said, walking behind the cash register to retrieve the basket he chose for the assortment.  You quickly walked back to him, ready to start picking the flowers out.  “Do you have any ideas?”

“I liked the roses and the calla lillies- I think she would have too.”

You hummed in response, placing four of each in the basket.  “This is good- what else?”

“I think the carnations and the hollyhocks would work with them, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course!”  You placed a couple more of each in the basket.

“The poppies and pansies would be nice too.”  You nodded your head, placing stocks of them in with the rest of his flowers.  “And I think the cosmos would go well with those.”

“Okay, let’s put some of those in there too then!”  You placed a nice amount of the flower in the now full basket before turning to Steve.  “Is there anything else you would like to put in here?”

“No,”  He took the basket carefully from your hands, as if he was handling something extremely precious.  You deduced that whoever he lost must have meant a whole lot to him, which only furthered your concern for the man.  “That’ll be all.”

“Okay, then let’s ring you up.”  You walked him to the front desk again, entering the amount of each type of flowers he had picked out.  “That’ll be one-oh-four thirty-four.”

He placed the basket delicately down on the counter before fishing for his wallet in his pocket.  He then proceeded to pull a one hundred dollar bill out along with a twenty.  You took the money and placed it in the cash register before starting to sift through the bills to give him his change.

“No, please, keep the change.”  He reached for the basket and grasped it tightly in his hand before giving you a small smile.  “Thank you for helping me.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”  You said, walking him to the door.  “I’m sorry for your loss, by the way.”

He sighed before looking at you.  “It’s alright.  She isn’t in pain any longer.”  With that, Steve walked out the door and into the gloomy day.


By the time Steve came back home it was the grey sky had started to rain, so it was no surprise when Steve came in soaked to the bone.

“Hey Steve.  Do you want me to start a shower?”

“No thanks, I got it.”

“Is there anything I can do?”  Both men knew that there was a double meaning to Bucky’s words; he wanted to know if Steve wanted to talk about his day.

“I’m fine Buck.  I just went to give some flowers to Peggy.”  Steve disappeared into the bathroom, his head popping back out a second later.  “You would have liked the girl working there- she was really kind.  She seemed genuinely concerned for me, which was really sweet.  You always liked the sweet ones, didn’t you Buck?”

“Yeah,”  Bucky laughed, “I guess so.”

The bathroom door closed behind Steve as he went to take a shower, but Bucky could still hear him shouting over the running water.  “You should stop by tomorrow.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I dunno, I just have a feeling about this one.”


True to his word, the next day Bucky stood outside the flower shop.  ‘Y/n’s Florals’ the shop read.  For some reason, when he read your name he couldn’t help but feel tingles run down his spine in the most pleasant of ways.  

The bells over the door jingled as he passed through the door, entering the shop with curiousity.  There was no one at the front desk which discouraged him, but if he strained his hearing he could hear you softly humming to yourself somewhere in the shop.  His footsteps were light as he walked through the aisles, as he didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful sound of your soft humming.  He found you towards the back watering a line of eerily familiar purple flowers.

“Hello?”  Bucky couldn’t help but feel bad for you as she jumped nearly six inches in the air with fright.

You turned around holding your hand over your heart, which was still beating horribly fast might I add.  “What is it with people and sneaking up on me!”  As soon as the words left your mouth you instantly regretted them, placing a hand over your mouth in shock.  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!  That’s terribly unprofessional of me!”

The dashing young man in front of you chuckled before speaking.  “Don’t be sorry- I should be the one apologizing.  I was the one that snuck up on you.”

“True,”  You said before converting back into your professional mode, “Anyways, I’m Y/n.  How may I help you today?”

Bucky didn’t want to stop talking to you, but for some reason he felt as though he couldn’t ask you out straightaway- something told him that you were more special than just any other girl that he would ask out casually.  

He attempted to think quickly, searching for a reason as to why he would need to talk to you.  “Um, my friend came in here yesterday to buy some flowers-”

“Oh, you Steve- was it?  The other really quiet guy?”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile a bit as you seemed proud of your deduction.  “Yeah, Steve’s my friend.”  You smiled back at him, glad that you guessed right so you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.  

“So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Barnes, but please call me Bucky.”

“Okay Bucky, what are we looking for?”

He looked around the room before zeroing in on the purple flowers behind you. Maybe he would get some flowers for Wanda or Natasha or something. Anything to keep the conversation going.  “I was looking to get some purple flowers?”

“Okay, sure.  What size bouquet are you looking for?”


You chuckled at his uncertainty- guys could be such goofballs when it came to flowers.  “Okay, medium then.”  You motioned for him to stay put before walking to the front of the store to get one of the plastic wraps for a medium sized bouquet before walking back to him.  “What would you like?”

Bucky had no idea what to choose when it came to flowers, so he decided for you to choose.  “Um, I was hoping that you could help me with that?”

“Sure, okay.  I might be a bit biased though- is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“Alright then,”  You said, leaning over some pots to get to stalks of lavender.  “You wanted to stick to purple only, right?”

Bucky didn’t know why he said yes when there were so many different colors of flowers around them.  But, for some reason, he knew that purple flowers only was the right choice.

“I think I’ll put in some salvias and some carnations in, if that’s okay?”  You had always liked those flowers, as they were the ones that were in the tattoo on your hip.  You were only encouraged when he nodded his head for you to keep going.  “Some daylilies would be nice too, and some owl’s clover would be fun…”  

Before you knew it, you had unconsciously made a replica of your tattoo.  “Is this good?”  You asked, looking from the bouquet over to him.  

Bucky was standing next to you, staring at the flowers attentively.  He squinted at them, searching his mind for where he had seen them before.  And then it dawned on him.

“You’re the girl.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/n, remember?”  

“No, you’re the girl.”

“I don’t understand-”  You said, watching as Bucky started to lift up his shirt.  You were about to smack him until you saw the tattoo on his abdomen- one identical to yours and to the bouquet in your hands.

“Oh my god.”  You felt like you should have been saying something more, but you couldn’t think of any words to say.

“Oh my god.  I finally found you!”

Before you knew what was happening, two strong arms wrapped around you and your face was smooshed into his hard chest.  You threw your arms around his large frame, a feeling of warmth flourishing across your body.  

For once in very long time, Bucky was at peace.

Chapter 17

A/N: Here is the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it xx

Harry wrapped his arm around Addy and pulled her in close to him. She leaned her head down on his shoulder resting it comfortably there. The feeling of having her back in his arms was by far the thing he had missed the most during his deployment. Addy glanced up at the prince casually grabbing his hand around her and holding it tight. 

“Come a little closer.” He spoke softly to her. “I cannot get any closer Harry unless you want me on top of you… again.” Addy glanced up quickly at the prince giving him a wink reminding Harry of their late night activities.

“Oooh. Do not tempt me like that.” Harry let out a low groan having to re-adjust himself at the mere thought of having Adalyn on top of him. 

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