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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Yesterday was a rough day and I couldn’t update, but today I’m back on track, I’m not just sure if these are good, I’m sorry in advance if they aren’t. Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran being clingy


  • Okay, it was very cute when you guys got home after one of his musical debuts and he was all over you
  • Oh, do your feet hurt? Here, give me your shoes. Do you want help to take this dress off? I’ll help, not trying anything funny, I swear. Oh, babe, you seem so tense, do you want a massage?
  • Then he offers to help you wipe the makeup of your face and now it’s kinda… weird.
  • “Zenny, I got this. Why don’t you relax? It was a big night, you must be exhausted…” “I am, so why don’t w cuddle on the couch and I’ll let you braid my hair?”
  •  Oh? Playing with his hair is usually off limits, so something is definitely off with him… “Hyun? What’s going on?” “What? I’m just showing all my love, babe.” He hugs you from behind.
  •  “And I appreciate it, but… calm down…” you stare at him by the mirror reflection, and he stares back.
  • “I’m sorry for scaring you, my princess, it’s just…this stupid contract that forbids me to show affection in public… I just want to remind you how much I love you…”
  •  Ohhhh…he looks legitimately hurt… “I never forget how much you love me, Zen…” you turn to place a kiss on his cheek.


  • At home, you’re very used to cuddling from the moment you and him plop on bed or the couch, doesn’t matter which time of the day
  • But in public? That’s new…
  • Especially here in the cafeteria of his college with all his colleagues and even some teachers looking…
  • But that’s not the problem, the problem is HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU TELL THIS CINNAMON ROLL TO GO EASY?
  • “Something wrong, MC?” “I… I should ask you the same, is… there something wrong? Something happened?”
  • “Well, yeah… you brought me lunch, and you joined me, and I’m just very happy to have you here…
  • Oh… this is quite a happening for him, huh? You look around and nobody seems to be paying mind to your PDA, but still…
  •  You pry his hands away sweetly, only to put your hand on top of his. “I’m happy to be here too.”


  • She cuddles and holds hands a lot
  •  EXCEPT when one of Zen’s DVDs are on, then she’ll be paying full attention to the TV and making sure you are paying attention too
  • So you get very surprised when she hooks her legs with yours and leans her head on your shoulder
  • And then she starts stealing some small kisses here and there. It’s actually pretty nice… it would be even nicer if you weren’t trying to actually pay attention to the movie.
  • “Jaehee? Have… have you seen this movie before?” “No, it’s the first time, I never watch new DVDs without you…”
  • “I see… aren’t you enjoying it or…?” “Oh, I’m loving it! It’s just so romantic, it’s… so romantic it almost feels contagious, is that crazy?”
  • Oh… then you realize, why does it bother you? You don’t have such a mushy Jaehee like this every day…
  • “No, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” You stroke her hair as she keeps her head on your shoulder.


  • As soon as you step home, he’s kissing you and dragging you to the couch to make you rest your head on his lap.
  • “Why don’t you rest, my love? You must be tired…” yeah, that was your plan…
  • Taking off this dress, putting some pajamas and going to bed to sleep, but… well, he must have a different pov on resting.
  • And it’s nice, of course it is, but… he looks pretty tired too…
  •  “Jumin, don’t you want to go to bed and sleep?” “Please, let’s stay away like this a little more.” “But you look tired…”
  •  “No, what I’m really tired of is people making wrong assumptions about our relationship just because I avoid public demonstrations of affection. Tsk… you know I’m just like this because I have to keep it professional, right? You know that, if I could, I would hold you in my arms the entire night, right?”
  • Oh my god… he’s usually so confident and doesn’t mind what other people say, but… truth is he can be a little insecure about balancing his professional and personal life when it comes to you.
  • “Of course I do. So don’t worry about what other people think… and… just hold me as much as you want…”


  • You were on a little roadtrip.
  • He was caressing your leg, singing along with some cheesy music on the radio to serenade you and couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • It was cute but… eyes on the road, Saeyoung, eyes on the road!
  • You were trying to drop some hints like chuckling nervously and glancing to the road, but he wasn’t taking them.
  •  “Man, I’m just so excited! Can’t wait for us to get there!” he beams, and the car shakes a little due to passing over a hole he didn’t notice since… he wasn’t paying attention to the road!
  • “We… we can stop a little if you want…” you say, and then he finally gets it. “Oh… no need, I’m going to focus now, sorry for scaring you, MC. Guess I’m a little nervous since… you know, Saeran is home alone for the first time… he’ll be fine, right?”
  • Oh, your heart flutters, he seems so tense…
  • You hold his hand over the gear shift. “Of course he will, both Choi boys will be just fine…”


  • He can be very affectionate, especially if you guys get home from somewhere he had to keep it cool on PDA
  • But he gets twice as affectionate when he’s drunk.
  •  So just imagine how he is after you guys come back from dinner at Jumin’s, where both the guys had a little too much wine.
  • You’ve been trying to enter the house for some solid 20 minutes, but he keeps hugging you.
  •  “I just love you so much, darling…” “I love you too, Jihyun. Now let’s get insi…”
  • “I’m so lucky to have you, sometimes I don’t even believe I’m that lucky to have someone so wonderful like you in my life, I’m sorry for being clingy, darling, but I can’t help to hold you like this to know this is true and… I’m just so drunk right now, am I not?”
  • Yes… but he’s also being kinda funny… and very honest and sweet.
  • “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jihyun… let’s get inside so you’ll have some coffee or some cuddling…how does that sound?”


  • Sometimes he gets really affectionate, but most of times he’s shy and avoids it
  • But not this morning when you wake up together. You weren’t home yet when he went to bed last night.
  • So you wake up with him basically over you, and you know he’s not sleeping by the way he strokes your hair.
  • So you stay a little like this, both of you pretending you don’t know neither of you aren’t sleeping anymore.
  • “Saeran… aren’t you feeling hot?” he nods a “no”, still with his face buried in your hair.
  •  “Saeran, I’m feeling really hot, can you…?” “Huh? Oh shit, sorry, I… sorry for being creepy, I just missed you last night, and I get cold easily, so… yeah, sorry for that.” He scoots away from over you.
  • Yeah, he has a very low body temperature, indeed… and he is being so cute, indeed…
  •  “So come here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something…” you bring him to nuzzle in your chest.

Can You Hear Me Now? {Michael Mell x Reader Soulmate AU}

request:  Michael Mell x Female!Reader smut with a soulmate AU? Like Telekinesis… they can hear each others thoughts when they want to, but they can only hear the other persons words in their own inner-voice so they don’t know who it is? And it just starts at the same time as your soulmate, so you both get this TERRIBLE headache. Maybe he realizes it because (Y/N) is the lead in the musical and she’s going over lines, or maybe she’s the jokester and her wit is going at 100 miles a minute? ILY!!❤️

oh my god it took so long but here it is!!!! i hope this is what you wanted because i love my sweet mell!!

warnings: swearing, smut smUT SMUT

word count: 2800

Fuck the fucking thoughts in your damn head. Fuck the asshole who was constantly rick-rolling you, fuck the moron who literally had the Duck-Tales theme stuck in his head all the time.

Your soul mate’s thoughts had been invading yours for such a long time that you’d just learned to accept them. It wasn’t as though you could do anything to make them stop. You’d tried to make your thoughts louder, sharper,  and even those most private ones that you tried to hide- but nothing would shut them up.

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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.

Unfaithful: This Day (Bill Skarsgård)

Part 5

She ran as fast as she could to the washroom. Bending over the stark white porcelain, she emptied the contents of her stomach into the water below, gripping the sink counter with her hand. She didn’t even think there was anything left to throw up, she had been sick so often the past week.

At first she thought it a side affect of all the stress she was dealing with, but it was happening every day. It hit randomly, while she was typing away at work, watching television at home and most dreadfully, when she was walking home from Victoria’s after their wednesday wine night. Throwing up in the streets was not something she planned on getting used to.

She wasn’t daft, she knew what could likely be warranting her sickness. It scared her more than anything. She knew that there was a high chance she was pregnant with Bill’s child, in the days leading up to their breakup they were having even more sex than usual. She couldn’t help but be frustrated, of course it had to be now that she was pregnant, not when they were happily together.

She stood slowly, not trusting her own feet and feeling a bit lightheaded, and flushed the toilet. The sick, vile feeling invaded her mouth, causing her to fill up a glass of water from the sink and wash the ickiness out. After swishing the water in her mouth, she spit it into the sink.

She looked into the mirror in front of her, both hands clasping the marble counter, before leaning forward, placing all of her weight on her palms and looking down. So many emotions flooded through her, but most importantly, she had to know.

She had scheduled the day off work on Friday, knowing that whatever the test said, she was not going to be able to work.

Victoria had no idea, neither did Tyler; she had told no one. It was like one big secret, if no one else knew about it, maybe it didn’t exist. But it was time to face the facts, and it was that exact mantra that lead her to the nearest Apotek Hjärta, a Swedish drug store, that morning whilst shopping.

She had surveyed the whole store beforehand to make sure Bill nor any of her friends or family happened to be there, she couldn’t have handled that. Luckily, it was almost empty. She began to scan the shelves, looking for the pregnancy section.

The word ‘CLEARBLUE’ on a small package caught her attention immediately. She picked it up and examined it, reading “Only test that tells you how many weeks” and “Over 90% accurate.” It seemed as good as any.

With the package in hand, she strode to the cash, preparing herself for the awkward conversation that would surely come. She could already hear the pre-congratulatory praises, well wishes, goodlucks and the expression of childish joy of knowing someone else’s secret. Yet when she reached the checkout, she felt relieved.

A gentle looking old woman greeted her with a smile that deepened the wrinkles around her lips. She had her ivory white hair pulled into a classic clipped updo, only a few wisps of her white hair hung by her ears, and she wore a cream knit button-up sweater over a purple and light grey collared blouse. Her blue eyes were filled with such kindness that she couldn’t imagine feeling any more comfortable.

She gave the older woman a genuine smile in return, feeling momentarily relieved of all worries, then placed the pregnancy test on the counter.

The lady took the package and smiled, looking up at her with a gleam in her joyous eyes.

She smiled half-heartedly in return, biting her lip to keep her emotions inside. She’s right to smile, this should be a happy occasion. I should be thrilled to possibly be pregnant with my lover’s child. Yet it was not that simple, and her weak smile showed that.

The old lady saw that her smile was not one of happiness, but that she was filled with sorrow.

“What are you thinking, Dear?” she spoke.

Even her voice sounded angelic, sweet and pure. She knew that no one else could be a better console.

She placed on hand on the counter and ran the other through her hair, eyes turning glassy.

“I think I know… in my heart. I feel so alone and I don’t… think I’m ready,” she managed, looking into the woman’s blue eyes sadly.

The lady placed her wrinkled hand on top of hers and gave it a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“There are always options, remember that. Things will turn out in whichever direction you choose,” she promised.

She wiped her eyes with her free hand, sniffing before looking back at the woman.

“I… I loved him and… we’re not together anymore,” she explained, her voice shaking, “He… he was unfaithful.”

The lady felt greatly for the young woman in front of her, she looked so melancholy and nervous to learn the news of her possible pregnancy, something she should be excited about, not dreading. Unbeknownst to the young woman, the old lady knew almost exactly how she felt.

“My husband slept with someone else a long time ago. I had just had our first boy, Maklolm. He came home one day after work and told me he had been with his secretary. Dear, I was so upset that I took our baby boy and went to my parent’s home without saying a word!” gaining a smile from the young woman, “But after a while, we spoke and I decided to give him a second chance, because in all of the years we had spent together before the incident, we loved each other more than anything.”

The young woman was still processing everything, the older lady did indeed have a similar story to hers.

“And you’re still together?” she asked softly.

The older woman gave her an affectionate smile and nodded, “For fifty-five years.”

Her story hit home with her, for all the years that she had been with Bill, he had never shown interest in anyone else, had loved her deeply and told her that she was the only woman he would want to bear his children. He had been as committed to her as she was to him.

“It’s so fresh, raw. It hurts. I… I can’t help but wonder why I wasn’t good enough,” she confessed, and it was the first time she had spoken those words out loud. While half of the struggle was the act of cheating, she kept thinking about why he would do it in the first place, which lead her to that conclusion; she wasn’t good enough for him.

The lady squeezed her hand again and looked into her eyes, “It always does at the beginning. Time will help you heal, or maybe you’ll decide that he isn’t the one for you. Either way, you are worth the world, Dear.”

She couldn’t imagine herself with anyone else, in spite of everything. No, she only saw herself sleeping with Bill, marrying Bill and growing old with Bill. There was nobody else.

“You will know what to do when you take the test, whatever the result,” the lady promised, “And if you need someone to call, just look up ‘Agatha Lindberg’ in your phonebook.”

The young woman placed her second hand over the lady’s that covered her own, giving it a small squeeze.

“Thank you for everything,” she said earnestly, looking at the lady with an abundance of gratitude.

The lady smiled again, those gleaming, kind eyes on display again, “Anytime, Dear. You’ll know what to do.”

She avoided a call from Bill, most likely to firm up their dinner plans for the night, on her way home. In no way could she handle hearing his voice leading up to what she was going to do. If she wasn’t pregnant, it would be foolish to tell him so, and if she was, she didn’t know what she planned to do. She couldn’t bear to think of Bill’s reaction; he would never be angry, he always pressed her to start a family, but he couldn’t possibly be happy with it in everything that was happening. More than that, she was scared to tell him if she didn’t chose to keep it, she would rather do it alone and keep that secret forever.

The elevator ride up to her floor seemed excruciatingly slow, it was taunting her.

When she finally made it to her apartment, she knew that there was no point in wasting time. Time wouldn’t change if she was pregnant or not, it would only make her worry about the result more. So she unknotted the ties on her jacket, slipped it off and dropped it on the stool along with her purse.

She headed to the bathroom with the test in hand.

She swore time moved slower. The tick tick of the clock became almost unbearable.

Everyone said that the result would appear within three minutes, this gave her up to three minutes of full-fledged worry.

Tick tick.

She held the test in her hand tightly, eyes bearing blinking as she stared down at the grey reader.

There was only two options, the test would read ‘Not Pregnant’ or ‘Pregnant’ and tell her how many weeks along she was. She assumed that she couldn’t be more than two weeks pregnant if she were to be.

Tick tick.

Her body was rigid.

Tick tick.

Time stopped.


She screamed, loud and out of sheer terror, her hand went numb and she dropped the test unconsciously. Her eyes were wide, pupils heavily dilated. Fear coursed through through her whole body and she couldn’t stand anymore. She slipped to the cold, tiled floor and leaned against the wall, arms curled around her legs which were pulled into her chest.

She cried into her legs, tears spilling down her cheeks. She felt everything all at once, and she was completely alone.

She sat huddled in a fetal position, one that her own baby would soon take.

It was late afternoon when she decided that a walk down by the water would do her good. It would only be more destructive to stay in the apartment alone with her spinning thoughts; fresh air would be nice.

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black wool coat and closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze fanning over her exposed skin.

She felt different. She looked the same, but it was the knowledge that there was something growing inside of her, her and Bill’s child, that made her feel unreal. She placed a hand over her stomach, knowing that she wouldn’t feel anything, not a heartbeat, kick or bulging stomach, but that something was there.

She strolled to the black iron railing that overlooked the water and held onto it, leaning slightly forward as the wind blew her hair back.

Unbeknownst to her, Bill had been calling and leaving her numerous text messages. Ten voicemails filled up her lock screen, along with worried, frantic and almost angry text messages. He had no idea what she was going through, he only thought that she was flaking out on him. Maybe she was nervous or scared to talk to him, yet those thoughts filled him with hope; if she felt that way, it must mean she still cared. He hoped she wasn’t ignoring him out of pure hatred.

Her phone kept ringing and buzzing for twenty minutes. That was until, Bill decided to take matters into his own hands.

They had just returned from Stellan and Megan’s after a long night of celebrating Kolbjörn and Alexander’s birthdays, since they are only a day apart in late August. The night consisted of a fun cake for the young Skarsgård and lots of drinks for the older one.

She headed straight to their bedroom, ready to change into her slip and relax. She entered their walk-in-closet adorned with dark, rich wood and unzipped her dress, allowing the smooth fabric to slip down her body and pool at her feet. Grabbing a hanger, she picked up the fallen dress and rehung it before placing it back onto the rack. She discarded her underwear into the laundry hamper.

She had just finished putting on her white slip when Bill appeared in the doorway.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, leaning against the mahogany wood of the doorframe.

She sent him a smile, “I did. I absolutely adore little Kolbjörn. Yourself?”

She looked incredibly nonchalant whilst she bent down, one hand on the wood counter, to take off her heels. He always felt something deep inside of him whenever she mentioned his younger half-brothers.

“Yes, it was a good party,” he agreed.

She strolled across the room and stood on her toes to place her heels back in their place amongst the other countless pairs.

When she turned back around, she wondered why he was only standing in the door and not getting undressed.

“Ossian is especially fascinated by you,” he noted.

She nodded in consideration, “I suppose so, he’s a wonderful kid. Your father and Megan did well.”

She had a hunch to where he was going with this conversation, the topic of his younger family tended to always go in the same direction. He knew that she loved them, and hoped that they could have little Skarsgård’s of their own to enjoy.

“Do you ever think about it?” he wondered, causing her to look into his eyes.

“I do,” she said, voice quieter than a moment before.

He slowly advanced on her, eyes watching her closely.

“When will we try?” He asked her.

He was standing so close to her, only a sliver separated them. She placed her hands on his upper arms, running them down to his wrists where he took her hands into his. His eyes proved that he was serious this time, they should come up with an answer.

She opened her mouth, yet nothing came out. She knew that he was simply waiting for her word, he would take her when ever she told him that she wanted to try. It felt like a lot of pressure to be the one deciding when they would begin.

But she felt ready.

Meeting his gaze, she squeezed his hand, “Now.”

His pale eyes widened in disbelief, she had always told him that she was not ready.

Yet he pressed his lips against hers in a moment of passion, he was so undeniably in love. He was overjoyed that they would finally do this, have their children of their own. She continued to amaze him.

She responded with an equal amount of passion, a bubbling feeling of excitement deep in her stomach; they were doing it. She reached to undo the buttons of his black dress shirt hastily. He broke the kiss to take her hands in his and look her in the eyes.

“Are you certain?” he asked, wanting there to be no regrets between them. He would continue to wait if she told him so.

She gazed up at him with parted lips and he brushed her hair back. Her hands ceased all movements on his chest.

“Make love to me.”

With that, he pulled her flush against his body, reached to lift her into his arms, and strode back to their bedroom.

They always had a great sex life, but that night was different. He made slow, deep love to her, both of them thinking about the child that could be inside of her once he came.

It was much more than sex.

It was just past six when she decided to make her way back to her apartment.

She felt guilty about ignoring Bill, knowing that surely he must have left her a few calls and text messages. But she hoped he would get the message, she wasn’t interested in seeing him that night. If she wasn’t pregnant, that may have been different, but she was and she could not face him. She could not go through a whole dinner keeping that massive secret from him, it would eat her up.

The doors of the elevator slid open slowly.

She looked down as she unknotted the ties of her jacket, focussing on undoing the knot she had made.

It was only when she rounded the corner that she looked up.

Leaning against the wall beside the door of her apartment was Bill.

She wanted to cry.

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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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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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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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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Summary: Anxiety has never seen fireworks in real life either

Fluff, moxiety, unedited, loud noises, some fun

Sequel to S’mores but can be read as a standalone /// Read on AO3

This is new.

Anxiety knows what fireworks are, everyone does, but his only first hand experience with them is the loud boom in Thomas’ head when he and the others watch fireworks without Anxiety. And, frankly, the noises are terrifying and always have him blasting music and hiding under the covers to avoid them. This time he can’t do that, because Patton’s dragged him out to watch with them this year. Everything is new and confusing, and he’s reaching his limit with people. They’ve been sitting on the grass since two in the afternoon, more people gradually coming and setting down their things. Joan has gone on three snack runs for Thomas, the sides, Talyn, Valerie and Terence at the convenience store. All of them are surrounded by empty soda bottles, crumb-filled chip bags, and candy boxes. The sky’s been dark for nearly an hour, and as much as Anxiety wants to do this, Morality can’t hold him tightly enough to drown out the screaming children and sheer amount of people nearby. It’s becoming too much. Just as he’s about to tell Patton and apologize, something bright catches his attention.

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Requested: YANDERE BTS vs GOT7

A little note about this lovelies; this was a lot easier than the last ones because I rehashed some of it sorry if this makes you angry the fighting between them is different though sweeties. This was a lot less work on mommy. ALSO THIS IS TWO YANDERE BOYS FIGHTING OVER YOU. YANDERES WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THE PERSON THEY ARE IN LOVE WITH EVEN KILL. SO IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS THEN DON’T READ. SORRY SWEETIES! 

Jungkook: You were best friends. You played shooter games together like Overwatch and Destiny. Jungkook would make it a game that every time either one of you died you had to do something silly with each other. He thought you were adorable and playing games with you was the best time of his life even if you died multiple times. Always a thrill seeker by heart he would get you to ride big roller coasters; he thought it was cute when you were scared to go on the ride, but had fun after.

Mark Tuan: You met mark while sitting at a skate-park. You were relaxing with some friends at bench at a skate-park when you saw Mark doing tricks on his skateboard. You guys started to strike up a conversation, and he asked if you wanted to skate. Ever since he taught you how to skateboard while getting to know you little by little.

Them fighting over you: You were at the skate-park with Mark learning how to skate. There were times you did fall scratching up your knee or hands, but he was always there to pick you back up. You gave him a small smile through the pain as he brushed off the dirt from your palms.

Jungkook  knew you were going to be out all day, but he gave you text once in a while until Mark took your phone trying to explain to you that it might break while skateboarding. You agreed letting him take your phone, so Jungkook thought you were ignoring him. He was looking everywhere for you and when he found you Jungkook ran over to you giving you a big hug knocking the breath out of you.

“(Y/N) I thought you were dead! I was so worried about you. Don’t ever ignore me again okay!?” He held you tightly with Mark looking at him confused his hands still holding yours. 

Mark tightened his grip on your hand pulling you away from Jungkook’s hands.“(Y/N) is fine. She is with me, and I will keep her safe, so you can leave us alone.” 

Jungkook looked at Mark then clenched his jaw. “Excuse me? (Y/N) is my best friend. You are the one who should leave before things get ugly.” 

Hoseok: He loved to make you smile and laugh. He was always sweet and was there if you were having a bad day. He was your closet friend that you told all of your secrets. He even taught you how to dance. Although, you weren’t as good as him you tried your best with him. He would want to always have a smile on your face, and he hated it when anyone would hurt you.

Jinyoung: You were adorable. He found you the cutest girl in the world, and no body compared to you. He loved how you pouted sometimes when you wanted something but didn’t get it. You were his princess and he was your prince. He would take care of his princess no matter what the cost.

How they fought for you: You invited Hoseok and Jinyoung over to get to know each other. You thought that they would be really good friends. They were both over, and you pulled out Just dance for the kinetic. You were excited to play it with them, and the boys didn’t mind showing their moves to you even though they wanted to see you dance the most. You were doing the moves on the television picking a quite sexy song. The boys stopped watching your hips sway and your ass shake. You laughed when the song ended.

“You guys didn’t dance at all!” You teased breathing heavily. You went to get some water and Hoseok followed you saying he wanted to a snack. Jinyoung narrowed his eyes watching you both leave the room. 

You were leaning against the counter drinking from a water bottle. When you stopped Hoseok pulled the water from your hand pressing his body against yours on the counter. 

“(Y/N) your moves were so hot. I can’t help myself.” He ran his hands along your sides when Jinyoung walked in clicking his tongue. 

“What are you doing with my princess? (Y/N) you better be careful all he wants to do is have sex with you.” 

Hoseok pulled away glaring at Jinyoung. “You would know Jinyoung you were staring at (Y/N)’s ass the whole time. I’m just making sure you know she is mine.” He leaned down giving a kiss on your neck. 

Namjoon: Being smart and having a kind heart Namjoon instantly fell for you. He loved that you were smart and enjoyed to learn new things that interest you the most. He would always find books that you two would like to read together between him working on his music which he always asked your opinion on like what could make it sound better. You two spend time together reading, and creating together. You two learned from one another. You were the most beautiful woman in his life not just for your looks, but your personality.

Youngjae: He was a great friend who taught you to play the piano. You wanted to learn for ages, so when he offered you were so happy. You went to his house every weekend to practice with him, eat with him, and end the day cuddling or watching a movie. He loved watching you learn with him. He wanted to teach you more than just the piano though. He believed he was your teacher in life, and he would teach you everything and anything.

Them fighting over you: You were at the bookstore with Namjoon looking at new book to read together. You would do this every two weeks with Namjoon on a Saturday. It was everything you look forward to. He was holding a book and you were reading the back with him touching his hand. A smile appeared on his lips as he let the moment wash over him. It was bliss. 

Youngjae was out shopping for new music books for you to try when he saw you and Namjoon together. He set down the book walking over to you too.

“Who are you?” Youngjae whispered loudly his fists clenched. Somehow him whispering sounded more threatening than him yelling. “(Y/N) is mine.” 

Namjoon let out a long sigh handing you the book to you gently. You took it from him then he turned to Youngjae. “Sorry what was that? I don’t think you should get angry in a bookstore. It’s inappropriate, and (Y/N) is mine.” 

Yoongi: Even though, Yoongi was cold on the outside, and rarely showed his emotions he was always sweet to you. You were one of closest his friends. He would confined into you and show his emotions more when he was around you. You usually spent your time laying in bed just talking. It was relaxing allowing you to get to know each other as much as possible. You and him could talk for hours with no end enjoying each other’s company. Yoongi liked that about you. That he was comfortable around you. He would never want anyone to share moments with you like you shared together.

Im Jae Bum: He loved being around you, and his favourite thing was take pictures with and of you, but he mostly liked to take pictures of you. You were so beautiful that he believed you had to be documented all the time. You would have dates of going to secluded places and him taking pictures of you calling you beautiful all the time. You were his model. His inspiration.

Them fighting over you: Im Jae was out with you at a park. He wanted to take you somewhere nice, since it was really nice outside. He had his professional camera taking photos of you. You were beautiful next to the tree; the wind blowing your hair out of your face just right. 

He plucked a flower giving it to then a kiss on the cheek. “(Y/N), what did i do to deserve you?” He asked whispering in your ear.
Your cheeks were a light red and he had a bright smile on his face. “Stay like that!” He exclaimed then put up his camera taking a picture of you again when you were blushing looking away slightly your hair kind of in front of your face.
Yoongi didn’t even call out your name. His tongue clicked against his cheek then he walked over to you ignoring his friends. He stepped into the shot taking your hand. 
“(Y/N) come on we are going home now.” Yoongi demanded.

Jae glared setting down his camera and yanked Yoongi away from you by his shirt.”Excuse me? You can’t just take her away. (Y/N) is mine!” 

Yoongi had no emotion on his face, but his eyes read that he wanted to kill Jae. “I don’t care who you are, but (Y/N) is my girl. All you do is take pictures of her.” 

Jimin: Although, he exudes sexuality he could also be just as cute as he was sexy. He had a big heart, and always wanted to see you happy. He was prince in your eyes, and that is how he wanted to seem to you always. Your knight in shining armor to save the princess. However, he could be dominate with you when he had to show you who you belonged to. 

BamBam: Bam loved your smile. It was the most beautiful thing about you besides your personality. It was a smile that he could die after seeing. He loved everything about you. His favourite thing to do with you was lay in bed talking to you with music in the background.

Them fighting over you: You were over at Jimin’s when your phone kept going off. It was Bam. He hated not hearing from you for too long. You felt bad, but Jimin’s face fell every time you payed attention to your phone. Suddenly, he slammed his hands on the table looking at your phone when it vibrated for the thousandth time. You decided to tell Bam where you were giving an address just so he would leave you alone. Jimin walked over to you lifting your face by your chin to look at him while he slide the phone from your hands.

“Princess look at me. You are supposed to be spending time with me remember?” He asked raising one eyebrow. 

Bam knocked on the door of the dorm. He was already angry. He hated when you ignored him, but you were with a friend. Not any friend,but a guy. Jimin let out a loud sigh walking over to the door and opened it. Bam tried to get past Jimin, but he kept him there his jaw clenched.

I’m here for (Y/N).  Get out of my way now or I will have you on the floor. “ Bam threatened Jimin. 

Jimin scoffed. “I’m not letting you in. (Y/N) doesn’t want to see you right now. I have to remind my princess who she belongs to and it isn’t you.” 

Yugyeom: This cutie would love that you were weird. He found you so cute how excited you always got and how much you were just really out there. Your personality made him laugh and want to hug you always. His favourite thing would be teaching you the piano. He loved when you would cheer to yourself when you got a note right or completed a song. You were his cute weirdo, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else experience you like he does.

Jin: He was a big brother to you. He would protect you from anything and help you with anything you needed. His favourite thing was to cook with you. You two would put on some music and dance while cooking a meal for the group. He found it fun to play with food with you throwing it so you could catch it in your mouth. You were his delicious treat, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else have a taste of you.

How they fought over you: You were having a really bad day. School was stressing you out, and you didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You were laying in bed when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to see Jin standing there with food he made just for you. You gave him a small smile letting him in. Both of you sat at the dining table eating the food together. It was delicious like always. You dropped your fork, so you leaned down to pick it up when Jin took your hand in his staring into your eyes.

“I need to taste you (Y/N). I have had my mind on this all day.” He leaned into kiss you. Suddenly, there was knock at your door causing you to get out of the situation and open it. Yugyeom was at the door with all your favourite movies, games, and food. He knew he would make you feel better, but his face fell when he saw Jin in the dinning room. He set down everything and walked over to Jin grabbing him by his sweater. 
“Who are you? Are you the one who has been causing (Y/N)’s bad day? I wouldn’t doubt it.” 

Jin growled pushing him away. “No, I’m the one making it better. You should leave. You ruined the moment between me and (Y/N) who is mine.” 

Taehyung: Taehyung was a goofball around you as much as he was sexy man. He showed both sides of him frequently teasing you with his sexy body during a dance and you getting aroused by it. He would also be cuddling with you and giving you playful kisses on the cheek. He wanted you. He needed to feel you under him as you melted from his pleasure and only his.

Jackson Wang: You were really good friends with Jackson. He was one of the people you came to if you needed help. You were everything to him, and he loved helping you out. He was your puppy. Loyal and kind. He loved you with everything he had and no other girl would ever catch his eye.

Them fighting over you: You had Taehyung and Jackson over for lunch. Taehyung was all over you watching television altogether. He would pull you into his lap and give light kisses your neck. He wanted to show Jackson you were his. He didn’t care about the pda you belonged to him. 

He wanted you to moan his name so bad. He whispered in your ear. “You are mine (Y/N), and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it as you scream my name.” 

Jackson stood up running fingers through his hair harshly. He took your hand pulling you up away from Taehyung. “You think your sexy Taehyung? You don’t even compare to me. I can have (Y/N) melting in my hands in seconds.” 

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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A Visit To The Past (Part II)

It’s been requested many times so here it is. Hope you enjoy it. x 

(Part I)

 "It’s on September 21st.“

  Harry can’t quite put a finger on the way his sister looks at him. Her thick brows pulled together and she’s biting the inside of her cheek. Anne’s asleep in her room, it’s 2 am in the morning and two siblings are having a heart to heart session. Gemma sighs after taking a little time to think about all the things Harry said. "How do you even know the date Harry? I’m sure she hasn’t send you an invitation.” Harry is a little taken aback, he is not expecting her first reaction to be this.

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◇ 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 things to try on, hm?”

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

  •     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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Future Mrs. Benn - Jamie Benn #4

Originally posted by puckinginsane

about/request: If you want could you write Jamie benn fluff where you two just got engaged and you have a super sweet day just hanging out and talking about hownto knew you loved each other and talking about future family and stuff. Please and thank you!!

warnings: none

authors note: this was grossly fluffy like it is full on total fluff so i hope you like it!!

word count: 1365

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Sweet Creature - imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Hi darlings! I wrote this after hearing Sweet Creature for the first time. If this goes well I kinda want to do a whole series, one for each song! lots of love xx

Tiresome. It’s what Harry’s mood had constantly been lately. Everything was tiresome. By now, the excitement had died down. His album was out and had been for a while. The TV and radio shows were slowly dying down too. It wasn’t that people were forgetting. You knew this. But Harry was still worrying.

“I just feel like ’m gonna have gone from the ‘uge hit to nothin in a matter of days”

He was tired. Every night he would come home at around 1 am. You were asleep at that time, you always were. It was almost on purpose that he came home at that time now, because something about seeing you sleep relaxed him. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was just the way you lay, spread out on the bed, one leg bent, the other straight. An arm underneath the pillow that held your head, resting gently. Hair spilling over the side of the mattress. His old plain white t-shirt that you had adopted those many months ago decorating your body. Making you look so peaceful. It was the only peace in either of your lives anymore. When awake, you fought like cats and dogs. Harry’s schedule took a heavy toll on him, therefore impacting you. It was never anyone’s fault, but constant annoyance from each other was always present.

Harry sat down at the edge of the bed. The rings you had brought for his birthday over a year ago glinted in the moonlight streaming in through the blinds as he slowly got undressed. In just his black boxers now, he paced over to the window and leant back on the sill, the cool night breeze on his back. Sometimes it all got a bit much. The longer he looked at you, watching you chest rise and fall, the fuller his heart became. Despite the persistent disagreements between you two, you were a part of him, and he knew it.

Sighing, he mumbled under his breath; “I just dunno anymore love.”

It was a simple sentence, and quiet. But Harry’s rusty voice stirred you. Slowly lifting your head, you saw the figure by the window. Little butterflies danced in your stomach, the way they always did when you saw him.

“Sorry sweet didn’t mean to wake ya.”

Smiling, you slid off the bed and went over to your boyfriend. Harry’s face was wet from tears he hadn’t even noticed had fallen. You brushed your thumb lightly under his bloodshot green eyes, before slowly massaging your hands over the rest of his face. He closed his eyes, and you could feel him slowly softening under your touch. Suddenly, a sob escaped Harry’s lips, and he crashed his head into the hollow of your shoulder. He was missing something. Home, his mum and sister, his friends. you didn’t really know exactly what it was, but you tried you best. Tried to squeeze the pieces of him back together.

Harry didn’t know what it was either. He didn’t know why he was crying. But your small hands caused so many emotions to flow inside his veins, and he decided he didn’t care anymore. Leaning back, he slowly lifted his head and brought your lips to his. You had a very open relationship, and you thought you had explored every inch of Harry, his lips in particular. But this felt different. It felt raw and new, He was scared, you could tell. But he wasn’t scared of you. Eventually, you opened your eyes, brushing his dark locks away before resting your forehead on his.

“D’ya wanna come to bed Haz?”

He hesitantly nodded, and followed you across the room, his large hands still nestled tightly in yours. Harry climbed in first and waited for you to follow. Lifting the plain white sheets, you lay behind him, curling your legs under his and wrapping your arms around his waist. He grabbed your hands, and brought them to his mouth, running his chapped lips along your knuckles.

“Am I supposed t’feel like this? Feel like I’m not allowed t’be. Feel like I’m supposed to be really happy, ‘n I dunno why but I just don’t. He murmured to your fists. Kissing his back, you sighed.

“I dunno Haz. You’ve done what you wanted, right? I mean Christ, a billion shows, a whole album. Maybe it’s just the shock of everything going to plan. You’re doing this by yourself, no bandmates. I mean you’ve got Mitch and all them, but it’s not quite the same as what you’re used to, and I think that’s finally settling in. Of course, it’s ok to feel this way.

You could feel his trademark grin forming against your hands. He tilted his head back so it was resting right next to yours, Placing a small kiss underneath your earlobe, he whispered:

“You really are my sweet creature.”

Ahhhhh! I’m still kind of getting used to this whole writing gig, but please let me know what you think! I currently have a Kiwi imagine in process, so ill probably post that soon!

lots of love xxx


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

Ya know, I was gonna stay away for a while longer, but then @fuckyeahbulletclub made a good point. What better day for me to come back than to a party? And it’s Thirst Party Saturday, bitches! And ya girl is back. It’s lit. 

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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?”

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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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.”

i’ll be there

some sweet, fluffy, wholesome holsom for @captain-nicnac *u* (this here is what holster’s singing)

Ransom wakes to the sound of Holster entering the room, the near constant whistling he seems to do unconsciously stopping abruptly.

Ransom opens one eye to see Holster watching him, and cracks a smile for him. “Hey.”

“Shit, bro, did I wake you?” Holster sighs, flopping down next to Ransom on the bottom bunk and curling his gigantic frame almost protectively around him. Ransom smiles and reaches out to put his hand on Holster’s cheek.

“S’good, Holtzy,” he hums, his smile widening when Holster tilted his head and kissed Ransom’s palm, “Wanted to get up when you were out of class anyway.”

Holster grinned, leaning in to kiss Ransom’s nose. “Excellent,” and then, much quieter, “I missed you, Rans.”

And suddenly there’s a lump in Ransom’s throat like he’s about to cry, because even though they’d seen each other every single day (they lived in the attic together, it was kind of hard not to), they hadn’t had time or energy to do much more than give each other quick pecks on their way in and out.

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