seeing this man on saturday night

SKAM S04E09 Clip 2 - Your turn

[EVA: No, I still haven’t heard anything…. And you?

SANA: No, have you made Chris call William?

EVA: William isn’t answering either….

EVA: But think about it, they’ve been apart for a very long time, they’re probably just chilling, and don’t give a fuck about anyone else]


YOUSEF: Elias, try it.

MUTASIM: I’m so bad at this.

SANA: Hey.

ADAM: What’s up, Sana? Yoy doing well?

MUTASIM: Join us!

ELIAS: Join? We’re in the middle of a tournament. She can join later.

MUTASIM: Mikael, your turn.

MIKAEL: Easily.

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Why yes I did spend the entire Saturday Drawing Aizawas.
His man bun in the latest chapter though… I thought he might be a character who covers their face with their hair no matter what but he actually sees the effort to look nice for the parents. uvu


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Kai x (she)reader

~ Inspired by the Lotto mv

~ Idk really know what this is, it’s been in my drafts for agessss so I decided to finish it. Hope you enjoy xx

The place was buzzing with activity. Humongous golden chandeliers descended from the high ceiling, men dressed in nior suits throwing plastic chips towards the centre of their circular tables, women sporting fabulous gowns holding carbonated drinks while chatting to each other. This is the first time she had ever been to a casino. “Hopefully the last as well…” She thought.

She was waiting for a friend who said they would be here at nine. She glanced at her watch, 10:38 it read. She huffed out in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time she’s been stood up or forgotten about.

She quickly gathered her belongings from the chair beside her and made her way to the bar. A ray of different liquors and spirits were displayed in front of her.

“What do you want sweetie?” The bar man asked, while cleaning a wine glass.

“Surprise me.” She said. It’s a Saturday night and she came out to have fun, she’ll just have to do it alone. The bar man smirked; turned to the range of beverages behind him and started his work. She perched herself on to the bar stool and looked at her surroundings.

The club was placed at the edge of town, when her friend gave her the address, she had never heard of it before, despite living here for what feels like years. Due to her lack of knowledge she didn’t expect to see the room heaving with population. Everyone was minding their own business, expect one person…

She felt his eyes on her for however long she had been there. He was located at the centre of the room on a raised platform, sat around a poker table with eight other men. Their eyes were all focused onto the cards, his wasn’t. He slowly stood up from his seat and made his way down the steps towards his interest.

As he passed through the crowd they parted into two to let him through. It was like something out of a movie, everyone turned their gaze away from him, but she couldn’t move. The way he approached her was mesmerising, his eyes and her own were transfixed on one another. His tight black bespoke suit hugging his figure and showing off every feature in his strut. His chocolate brown hair swooped up revealing a picture-perfect face. Cat like eyes, pouty kissable lips, glowing golden skin. Her breath was getting shorter by each step. 3…2…1…

“Hello,” He spoke in a soft tone, she could hardly hear him due to the loud jazz music in the background, but all her focus was on him… and only him.

“Hey,” She whispered. He licked his lips.

“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he looked down at his feet shyly “you’ve been alone all night, I thought you would need some company.”

She didn’t know how to respond, she was so fixated by his beauty. He chuckled at her lack of response.

He gently stepped forward so he was placed between her legs, he brushed a strand of hair falling loosely down her face, that she didn’t even know was there, and tucked it behind her ear. She knew this was weird to feel like way about someone she had just met, a complete stranger was towered before her but she didn’t care.

He brought his lips close to her ear, she could feel his breath against them.

“Come with me baby.” He whispered, his hands placed onto her hips.

“I don’t know who you are.”

He lifted his head so he was opposite her face, he looked deeply into her eyes.
“A girl like you shouldn’t be alone in a place like this,” he motioned to the surroundings “It’s dangerous around here, the people are dangerous.”

A puzzled look appeared on her face, “Dangerous?”

He smiled sweetly and let out a small snicker. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

More confusion followed. Yes, she know didn’t that this placed existed but dangerous?? Her town was peaceful and quaint, danger wasn’t apparent in these areas… or so she thought…

“I can protect you.” He offered his hand for her to hold, an invitation… with no way out.

In this moment, she felt her entire life rush over her, this gorgeous man whom she had never seen before is standing before her, her friends, her family, her past… her future.

Something came over her, it was an automatic impulse. She took his hand. He leant forward a softly kissed her forehead, nose, and cheek.

“Good girl.”

“I’m Kim Jongin,” He said with a smile “and this is my world.”

Sugakookie Things
  • Jungkook being a Little Shit™ and Yoongi letting him get away with it
  • Phone calls until five in the morning when one of them is on schedule in a different town/overseas (they don’t really talk much after a while, mostly Yoongi just plays whatever piece he had been working on that day for Jungkook until he hears the sound of the younger snoring coming over the line) (Jungkook protests that he doesn’t snore, but Yoongi has proof)
  • “HyunghyunghyunghyunghyyyuuuunnngggggghyunghyuuuunnnnnnghyunghyUNGhyung Yoongihyunghyuuungggggggggggggggggggggggggg.”
  • Jungkook dragging Yoongi all over the place for dates and Yoongi letting him, just because Jungkook’s childish smile and bright eyes are worth so much more than having sore feet the next morning.  
  • Yoongi helping Jungkook out with his composing and showering the younger with praise and affection.
  • Texts from Jungkook when Yoongi stays in the studio until ungodly hours where he pesters the elder until he’s forced to call it a night and return back to the dorms (“Hyung, I’m sleepy.” “It’s super cold.” “Namjoon hyung is playing his music too loudly and I can’t sleep.” “I just came out into the living room and Hoseokie hyung is sleepwalking??” “Nevermind, he was awake.” “Hyung, when are you coming back?” “We should go eat red bean buns tomorrow,” “I guess, technically today.” “HYUNG ANSWERRRR” “Hyunggggg, it’s like fuck o’clock. Where are you?” “Yah, Yoongbeans.” “I’m sorry, please don’t kill me.” “Your favorite dongsaeng is suffering.” “He needs a hug.” “Wow, I can’t believe you’re reading all of this and not responding.” “How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special.” “I miss you”).
  • Yoongi has a thing for playing with Jungkook’s hair, loves running his hands through the silky strands.  
  • Days where they just stay in bed all day long
  • Jungkook gets the tiniest bit jealous of Yoongi and Jin’s movie nights because he never does anything like that with Yoongi. When Yoongi hears about this through the grapevine (I’M GOING TO KILL KIM TAEFUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE HE TOLD YOU!) he goes out of his way to download all of the Iron Man movies and sets up a mountain of blankets and pillows on his bed, complete with snacks (which he might have raided Jin’s cabinet for but no one needs to know) so that he and Jungkook can have their own movie night (it becomes a Saturday night tradition whenever they can manage it)
  • Yoongi booping Jungkook’s nose because Jungkook has the cutest nose known to human kind
  • Jungkook lives for Yoongi’s gummy smiles and does the randomest things (like walking around while doing a handstand and breaking out into his jazz hands dance) just to be able to see it.
  • Yoongi’s name in Jungkook’s contact list is Cutest Human Being Ever™ but don’t tell Yoongi.
  • Yoongi won’t admit this to anyone (except to Namjoon but that’s only when he’s completely shit-faced) but he gets slightly irritated when Jungkook comes over to his house in Daegu and spends more time cooing over Holly than he spends with Yoongi
  • Jungkook’s abs offend Yoongi more than Taehyung referring to him as his small hyung
  • Back hugs that Yoongi secretly loves because nothing feels safer and warmer than the feeling of Jungkook’s broad torso pressing into his back and of Jungkook’s toned arms wrapping around his waist
  • Yoongi tracing Jungkook’s features with deft fingers, tracing the shell of his ear, the bridge of his nose, the outline of his lips, before leaning in slowly to barely graze his lips against the younger’s. (It drives Jungkook crazy and Yoongi loves the way the younger moans at his teasing, moves to close the gap himself with hands that are the right amounts of forceful and gentle pulling Yoongi impossibly closer).
  • Yoongi’s phone wall paper is a picture of Jungkook sleeping with Holly curled up next to him. (When Hoseok sees it he cracks up, “hyung, look it’s all your favorite things in one picture.”)
  • Jungkook is too pure for the world and Yoongi makes sure that the maknae never forgets it, always reminds him that it’s okay to breathe and that if he feels too burdened to just let one of his hyungs know because Jungkook doesn’t always need to take care of them.
  • Yoongi’s hands are Jungkook’s favorite thing in the world. He loves watching the older male play the piano, loves seeing the look of sheer bliss and concentration on his face as his lithe fingers fly across the black and white keys.
  • Jungkook is Yoongi’s biggest fan and he’ll fight anyone who claims otherwise 
  • Days spent apart are days Yoongi spends listening to all of Jungkook’s covers on repeat
  • FIGHTING OVER THE BLANKET (Yoongi hogs the blanket and Jungkook’s just about had enough)
  • They always sit next to each other when all of the boys go out
  • Jungkook waking Yoongi up by peppering his face with kisses, laughing too loud when Yoongi swats him away with bleary curses muttered into the pillow.
  • Yoongi reacts in .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 seconds whenever Jungkook says hyung
  • Jungkook has a quota of one cheesy message a day (at least) that he needs to send to Yoongi. (Yoongi pretends that he’s indifferent but the messages are actually the best part of his day and he looks forward to them almost religiously even though Jungkook always says the dumbest things).
  • Yoongi acting like a proud parent when other people praise Jungkook
  • Jungkook giving Yoongi space without the other having to ask for it when the older male gets into one of his moods and locks himself in his studio, retreating from the world. The maknae understands that sometimes the elder needs to deal with whatever’s weighing him down on his own but he’ll still drop by the studio at random intervals, bringing food with him at times and at others just sitting in the studio in silence, just so that Yoongi knows that he’s not alone.
  • Jungkook tears up every single time he listens to Yoongi’s entire mixtape and always has to find Yoongi immediately afterward just so that he can tightly embrace the other man
  • Yoongi pulling Jungkook back into bed when the younger tries to get up in the morning. (“Where do you think you’re going?”)
  • Jungkook gifts his hip hop monster to Yoongi (it’s on this one shelf in Yoongi’s studio, right next to his Kukamon stuffed toy)
  • Yoongi smiling at just the sight of Jungkook
  • The world thinks that Min Yoongi isn’t ticklish but Jungkook knows better (he swore on his life that he wouldn’t tell Taehyung, though).
  • Yoongi curling up into a ball in Jungkook’s arms at night
  • Jungkook making sure that Yoongi’s plate is never empty and that the elder eats properly and gets at least some sleep.
  • Jungkook getting scolded whenever he bottles up all of his emotions and works too hard in an attempt to relieve the stress
  • Yoongi never brushing off Jungkook’s achievements as “of course, it’s Jungkook, what else did you expect from the Golden Maknae,” but instead pointing out all of the hard work Jungkook put into his performance, all the hours he spent agonizing over getting it right.
  • Jungkook straddling Yoongi against the kitchen counter
  • Yoongi spoiling Jungkook by buying him whatever he asks for even if it’s a completely ridiculous request
  • Jungkook brewing coffee for Yoongi every morning
  • Jimin and Taehyung buy Yoonkook couple sweaters because they’re little shits but Yoonkook wear them anyways even if they both blushed furiously when they first saw the sweaters
  • Jungkook thinks that the most comfortable place to sleep is with his head in Yoongi’s lap, Yoongi’s hands slowly combing through his hair.  
  • Fantasizing about their lamb skewer restaurant and actually looking into real estate for it
  • Dates where they go out in the middle of the night to eat greasy food and drink soju
Try Something New (Josh Dun X Reader X Tyler Joseph) Smut

Originally posted by joshdunfuckme

Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: SMUT!, Threesome,

*** This is my first threesome smut ever, so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also it’s my first Twenty One Pilots fic also so I really hope I didn’t fail miserably. Enjoy!***

You sat on the floor of your’s, Josh’s, and Tyler’s apartment, back leaning against the small piece of furniture the TV sat on. Your boyfriend and Tyler and sat opposite you on the floor against the couch. Aside from Josh, Tyler was one of your closest friends and pretty much the reason you two were dating. Like the 14 year olds you all mentally were, you were playing a late-night truth or dare session which had, as usual, gone from innocent questions to much more risque ones. “Tyler, truth or dare?” You asked him, taking a swig of your wine cooler. The boys made of you for drinking them but they were freaking delicious so you didn’t care much.

He thought for a moment, “Truth.” He decided.

“Wimp.” Josh teased.

You were hoping he was going to say dare so it took you a moment before finally asking, “Have you ever had a sex dream with another guy?” You asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face groaning. “And you have to tell the truth or you have to drop ice down your underwear. That’s the rules.” You laughed devilishly since that rule was Tyler’s idea in the first place.

“Ok! Ok! Fine!” He shot an awkward look to the side, “It wasn’t really a wet dream but I had a dream about Josh a few weeks ago.” He said ashamed. Both you and Josh practically screamed in laughter. Although none of you were drunk, you were definitely about two drinks down so you were feeling a little tipsy. “But we didn’t actually do it! We were like making out and stuff and I woke up before anything happened! Before I fell asleep that night I got curious and looked up fanfic about us because it’s funny to see what fans think happens and I guess it was just in my head.” He said, his face red with embarrassment.

Josh scooted towards him and leaned his head on his shoulder, “If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask.” He joked.

Tyler shoved Josh off playfully, “Shut up. Ok, fine. Y/N, truth or dare?”

Of course he would pick you back. You thought for a moment. You wanted to pick dare but after what you made Tyler admit to, you didn’t trust him not to make you do something awful and embarrassing, “Truth.” You grinned nervously in anticipation of what he was gonna ask.

“Would you ever have a threeway?” He asked.

Again, you had to think about it. The thought had occurred to you and despite knowing a ton of your favorite singers through Josh and Tyler, you’d definitely had your fair share of fangirl threeway fantasies with band members. But would you ever actually go through with it? As a joke threeways always sounded fun but when it came down to it, you usually thought of sex as something personal and romantic and loving between you and Josh, even if it did get a little kinky sometimes (although not much). But you had to admit, the idea of a threeway was pretty fun. “I think so. But I would have to really trust the other two people.” You decided.

Both Josh and Tyler’s mouths were open a little bit, as if they found the idea kinda hot but they quickly covered it up. “Guy-guy-girl or guy-girl-girl?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “One truth at a time!” You glanced at the clock on your phone seeing it was 11:39 pm. You sighed, “I actually got to go to bed. I have to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” You stood up, walking into the kitchen to throw away your empty bottle before walking over to Josh and kissing him on the cheek, “Good night babe.” You looked at Tyler, “Keep your hands off my man while I’m asleep.” You joked. Tyler groaned and Josh laughed at the comment.


Five days had gone by since that night and finally it was Friday. You had Saturday off and didn’t have to worry about going to bed early for work. It was your night to just chill with Josh. Hopefully Tyler would go out with some of his other friends so you and Josh could have some alone time. You loved Tyler but since he was always around, you and Josh hadn’t had sex since they got back from tour about two months ago. At first it sucked not ever having intimate time with him, but you both had gotten used to it. It was just like being teenagers again, always having the drive to do it if you had the chance but ignoring it if you didn’t.

You pulled into your parking space and walked up to your apartment, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off as soon as you got in. It was strangely quiet inside which was uncommon. Usually Josh and Tyler would be practicing or talking or something. Their cars were outside so they were definitely here. “Anybody home?” You called out curiously.

You walked down the hall, “Yeah we’re in here.” You heard Josh’s voice echo from your’s and his bedroom. You walked in and saw Josh sitting on your dark blue comforter while Tyler sat in the bright green bean bag chair in the corner. You giggled a little to yourself thinking that you guys just looked like a bunch of teenagers living together, not full grown adults. Unless all adults had bean bag chairs. You set your bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey you guys. Are you having a heart-to-heart? Should I come back later?” You asked.

Josh shook his head, “No, no you’re good. Don’t go anywhere.” He smiled. Tyler sat quietly in the bean bag chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, leaning his chin on his clasped knuckles. He seemed… quiet… suspiciously quiet. Were they planning on pranking you again, because last time when they put baby powder in your hair dryer was not nearly as amusing as they thought it was. Josh must have seen the suspicious look on your face because he quickly stood up, laughing nervously and biting his lip, “Don’t worry, we’re not pranking you.” He said reading your mind. Tyler chuckled a little.

“Ok, then why are y’all so serious looking. Did someone die?” You asked with a joking tone but slightly worried after you said it.

“No… it’s just… we were thinking, well I was thinking- gosh I don’t know how to say this.” He ran his hand nervously through his pink-orange hair, “Well, you remember how we haven’t done anything in awhile?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow suggestively so you knew he what he was referring to. You nodded, “And well, I happened to have heard from a certain friend of yours that you’ve been wanting to try some new things in the bedroom.” You cursed your friend Y/F/N under your breath for telling Josh. You had always felt kind of awkward about trying new things in the bedroom and suggesting it. You guys were into rough sex, but that was about the extent of what you did. Josh got dominant sometimes but it wasn’t often. But gosh did you love it when he was, which you’d told him but he was always scared of hurting you. “And then the other night you said you’d consider a threesome…” He said trailing off.

When you realized what he was suggesting your gave him a strange look, “Wait, so you’re suggesting that we-” you motioned with your finger to all three of you.

Tyler quickly cut in, interrupting, “Only if you want to!” Josh nodded in agreement, “If you don’t feel comfortable then I’ll leave and you and Josh can go at it all you want.” You chuckled a little at what he said. He always had a way of being sincere and smooth and awkward all at the same time.

“Honestly, I’ve been wanting to switch things up in the bedroom too lately. And I read about some stuff that sounded kind of cool that I was thinking we could try and this was sort of one of them. But if you feel uncomfortable with it at all, then just say so.” Josh said looking you the eyes, “But you said if you trusted the other two people, then you might consider it.”

You thought for a moment. Was this actually happening? You had answered yes to a hypothetical situation. But what was hypothetical was somehow now a reality. You glanced at Tyler and then back at Josh, “Are you guys sure you’re alright with this? I mean, Josh. Tyler and I would be screwing. And Ty, would that be too weird for you to see your best friend naked? Or his girlfriend for that matter? I mean I’m ok with this, I just don’t want you guys to screw up your friendship for the sake of experimenting.”

Tyler stood up and stood a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall, “We’ve actually been talking about this since Sunday night after you went to bed.”

“Yeah, we’ve already agreed that there’ll be no jealousy or anything like that. And if it fails, we never have to do it again.” Josh reassured you.

You thought for a second, “Ok. I’m in.” You muttered, biting your lip and looking between the two boys. “But two things first. I’ve never had sex with anyone except Josh.” You admitted shyly, “And I have no idea how the heck a threesome works except for what I’ve read in smutty fanfic.” You chuckled awkwardly at what you just admitted to them.

Josh smirked, sucking his lip between his teeth as he stepped closer to you. One of his hands fell on your hips while the other was gently brought on your neck, pulling you in for a sweet simple kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and when he pulled away, you were already breathless from his gentleness. “I guess we’ll just see what happens then. If you want to stop at any point just say so.” He tells you. You gaze up at him and nod. His voice was so comforting that you could pretty much agree to anything. “You are on the pill right?” He confirmed. You nodded and bit your lip.

He shot a glance over at Tyler who walked behind you from against the wall. Josh leaned back and kissed you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth. Tyler’s hands roamed feather light down your sides and over your thighs shooting electricity down your spine. You leaned your head to the side, following Josh’s kiss and Tyler pressed his body closer against your backside, trailing hot open mouthed kisses across your now exposed neck. His hands trailed up your thighs to knead your breasts through the fabric of your low cut black t-shirt. You moaned against Josh’s lips and you felt him smirk through the kiss. Tyler’s teeth raked across the spot that made you moan, biting it lightly before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Already, you were overwhelmed by the sensations. Your core was hot and wet and your heart was racing. Josh’s hands left your neck and trailed down to lift your shirt over your head exposing your dark red bra. Tyler unhooked it and it soon followed your shirt on the ground. You were grateful that Josh was in front of you. Apart from the one guy in high school you flashed because you lost a bet, Josh was the only guy who’s seen your breasts. Josh’s head dipped down, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and on your breasts. You leaned back against Tyler’s body, arching your back as he sucked on your neck and Josh nibbled at your nipples.

You almost didn’t notice Tyler’s hands lightly running down your bare stomach and unbuttoning your dark skinny jeans. His hand slipped inside the front and he began rubbing you through your panties. You moaned loudly and Josh stepped away, taking off his grey t-shirt to reveal his body. Your knees were shaking from Tyler’s movement and you were moaning loudly. He wasn’t rubbing hard enough to get you off, but it was definitely enough to warm you up. “So wet already…” He whispered huskily into your ear, turning you on even more.

You knew if you didn’t move soon, your legs would buckle from underneath you. You stepped away from Tyler, chest heaving and turned towards him, placing a hand on each shoulder. You glanced over your shoulder at Josh who nodded at you, silently telling you to keep going. You leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, parting to slip his shirt over his head. Josh sat on the edge of your bed and you began walking backwards, not breaking the kiss with Tyler until you were near Josh. You got on your knees, unbuckling Josh’s skinny jeans and pulling them down. Behind you, you could hear Tyler doing the same for himself.

Just as you were about to run your hands up Josh’s legs, he shook his head, “Uh-uh. Lay on the bed.” He said. His voice was almost commanding but there was still a bit of uncertainty. It turned you on to no extent. You did as you were told, lying down. Josh began crawling up your legs, kissing down your bare chest sending shivers throughout your body. Eventually he made it to your unbuttoned jeans, “Are you still ok with this happening?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed. He slid your pants of, underwear leaving with the, until you were naked and exposed. Right away, you felt strange. Tyler was here. You knew you agreed to this but suddenly it was seeming really, really… real. You bent your knees, almost crossing them with how tightly you were squeezing them together. You didn’t exactly mean to do it, it was just sort of instinctual.

Suddenly, Tyler’s lips were on your’s, “Don’t worry.” He whispered, pulling away. It was strangely simple of him to say but it somehow eased your nerves slightly. You felt Josh’s large hands on your thighs, gently opening your legs and leaning between them. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped at the feeling. His tongue ran up and down to your entrance before returning to suck on your clit. You were already a writhing mess. Tyler had his mouth occupied on your breasts, licking and kissing and nipping at the already hickey covered flesh.

“Oh my gosh…” You moaned.

Josh leaned back just long enough to groan, “That’s it Y/N, tell me how good we make you feel.”

His teeth gently grazed your clit and your moaned loudly, “Oh god. Just like that Josh.” Tyler’s tongue flicked over your nipple while he gently ran over the other perked bud with his calloused thumb. You ran your hand up Tyler’s back, gripping lightly onto his hair. Your back arched as Josh slid a finger into your hot core.

“So tight.” He groaned, pumping quickly. Tyler captured your lips in a rough kiss. You broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and Josh stopped his actions with a confused look on his face. You ran your hands through your disheveled hair and crawled over to Josh, missing the feeling of his lips. Tyler was good, no doubt, but you loved Josh. He bit your bottom lip teasingly. Tyler kept his eyes on your butt as you made out with his best friend, removing his erection from his boxers and slowly pumping himself at the sight of your naked body, sitting at the top of the bed. You sat up on your knees, Josh’s lips following you until he was standing and you hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling his boxers down. His erection sprang free and you broke the kiss, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His dark eyes were clouded with lust and it made your empty core ache for him. You bit your lip when Josh nodded his head slightly, “Get on all fours.” He demanded, that dominant tone more prominent than before.

Silently, you obeyed, turning to face Tyler’s naked body and being surprised at the size of his length. Josh stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed you roughly by the hips pulling you closer to him. Tyler quit pumping himself and positioned himself on his knees in front of your face. Josh’s soft hands caressed up your sides, cupping your breasts and moving back down to your bum. You savored every feeling the two men gave you.

Reaching up, you grabbed Tyler’s hard member and ran your hand up and down it a few times, his thin body shivering and the contact. Josh ran his fingers through your wet folds. Leaning forward slightly, you took Tyler into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You hand pumped what you couldn’t fit as you bobbed your head back and forth. Behind you, Josh positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You moaned loudly around Tyler’s dick.

“Are you still alright?” Josh asked.

You nodded slightly but he must not have seen because Tyler’s strained voice chuckled a little, “Yeah she’s good.” Josh rocked his hips slowly at first but he soon matched your pace on Tyler. Tyler reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You could see his muscles fighting to keep from moving your head for you, shoving himself deeper. He didn’t want to hurt you after all. Josh gripped tightly onto your hips, sure to leave bruises as he snapped his hips fast. A knot built up in your stomach and your legs were beginning to shake. You took Tyler out of your mouth and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched in your hand and you knew he was close.

You pumped Tyler faster, trying to focus on how Josh was making you feel and still keep a good pace with Tyler. His grip on your hair tightened and he quickly pulled back, letting go of you. He pumped a few times and released all over your body, panting.

Now that you were totally focused on Josh’s movements, you noticed his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close. His breathing was labored pants. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he pulled out and climbed on top of the bed on his knees. He roughly grabbed your ankle and brought it over his shoulder before slamming back into you. He hit that spot deep inside you that made you scream out, “FUCK!” Your eyes screwed tight. Both and Tyler and Josh let out a small laugh at your profanities. It was rare when you cussed. “Oh shit right there.” You begged and Josh obeyed. Your whole body was on fire, every nerve burning with lust.

Tyler stood up and walked to the side of the bed, leaning over. With one hand, he spread your folds apart, exposing your clit. With the other, he rubbed fast harsh circles over your sensitive bud. That combined with Josh continuously pounding your g-spot had you screaming and moaning, “Fuck… me… Uh… Josh… Shit … Yeah… Oh god Tyler!” You moaned. Your entire being was on fire and how you hadn’t cum yet was beyond you because you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“I’m so close babe.” Josh groaned. You reached down and held his hand tightly.

Suddenly, you felt your walls tighten uncontrollably as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. “Fuck! Josh!” You moaned (or rather screamed), toes curling and legs bending as you orgasmed. The boys worked you through your orgasm, Tyler rubbing your clit and Josh slowing his hips. Your walls clenching around his length sent him over the edge. He pulled out leaning over your body and resting his head on the bed next to you. The two of you were panting uncontrollable messes. That was by far the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, still feeling the effects after your breath calmed down.

“Holy shit, Y/N. You fucking squirted that was so hot.” Tyler commented and Josh chuckled into the mattress. You turned bright red, covering your face with your hands. You’d never squirted before.

“I have never heard you cuss that much. You’re freaking filthy. But sexy.” Josh laughed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“That was freaking amazing.” You panted, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and set your feet down to walk to the bathroom but as soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled slightly. Your core already ached. It had been a long time since you’d been screwed so hard you could barely walk and you honestly loved it.

You heard a snort behind you. “Are you alright?” Josh asked. You turned around stabilizing yourself.

You put up a hand and laughed a little, “I’m good. It’s just… been a while.” You said. You returned from the bathroom with a towel and cleaned up your guys’ mess. The three of you got dressed and met back up in the living room, sitting on the couch.

You were the last one to get into the living room. Josh and Tyler insisted to take a shower since Tyler kinda came all over you. They sat there with expectant looks on their faces, “So… was it awful?” Josh asked nervously.

You shook your head, “You heard me earlier. That was amazing. Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”

“A little awkward but not bad.” Tyler confessed. All three of you laughed and nodded in agreement.

“But thanks guys. Really. I never actually thought that dirty little fantasy was gonna come true. And I’m glad it was with you Tyler.” You said, sitting next to Josh who put his arm around you, letting you burrow yourself into his side.


happy valentine’s day mothafuckas ;)

  • i love jeon jungkook are u bitches ready
  • you first met jungkook when you heard the sound of a moving truck beep its way into the driveway next to yours 
  • now u were always a child of adventure 
  • ur parents worked a lot so it was basically u at home with ur grandparents and they were the most chill motherfuckers on the face of the planet
  • and the front door of ur house always seems to be unlocked so u were the poster boy/gal of “adventure is out there!!!”
  • cue me ugly crying that movie kills m e 
  • u loved the outdoors and being adventurous 
  • u were so tomboy and reckless it was hilarious
  • u drove every single member of ur family insane 
  • they got called into school one time to u staring at the ground in the principal’s office next to a kid with a missing tooth and bloody nose 
  • “he tried to hug me” 
  • to summarize, u loved causing trouble, but have fun in the midst! 
  • and yes, meeting new ppl!!
  • and at dinner, u would hear ur grandpops and grandma talking abt the couple moving in next door 
  • and how they have also have a 6!! year!! old!! son!!
  • and u could barely keep ur head on the pillow that night bc omg! you can’t wait to have a new friend the same age as u! 
  • so on that beautiful sunny saturday morning, at exactly 7am sharp, with ur scabby knees, bruised legs, ripped shorts, mismatched socks, run-down light up sneakers, and ur older brother’s hand-me-down power rangers sweatshirt, you marched on over to the driveway to meet your new best friend
  • and u see a middle aged man and a beautiful woman trying to carry in a couple boxes together and u guessed those were the parents 
  • and as u were marvelling at how pretty they were, “man, if they look that good, how good does their son loo–”
  • u have no idea what came over u but u almost tripped over the tall weeds trying to get into the truck and find the source of the voice 
  • you went straight to the yellow, flower-y sofa resting in the middle of the truck, with little boy limbs sticking out from under the cushions
  • u ran up and ripped them away and low and behold, u laid ur eyes on the most beautiful 6 year old there ever was 
  • and from then on, ur heart decided to plant its FUCKING BOTTOM with jungkook forever
  • from the first day he met u he literally believed u were the weirdest person he’s ever met 
  • but without a doubt, you became childhood friends 
  • like best friends
  • u saw him naked for the first time when u were 8 and just bursted into his shower at like 8am in the morning 
  • “omg it’s so smALL?”
  • he didn’t speak to you for two weeks after that 
  • your grandparents would always have him over for dinner 
  • you guys played make believe together and took naps in ur power ranger blanket together 
  • but it’s also a lot of bullying 
  • taking turns making ugly faces, whoever laughs first has to go and tell ur grandma they pooped their pants and needs help changing it 
  • “accidentally” slapping each other SUPER hard in the face
  • “you had a fly on ur cheek sorry!! couldn’t help it!!”
  • literally the purest and most innocent friendship ever ever ever 
  • everyday in first grade, when you had reading time, he would be in the seat behind you and fold a tiny little paper plane with a sticky note and throw it at you 
  • would keep folding them and throwing it at you until you noticed and turned around and yelled at him and got in trouble by your student teacher 
  • “i hate u jeon jungkook” 
  • you didn’t really
  • but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time he kept doing it that you realized there was a message on each of them 
  • and they weren’t really anything cute
  • they were just like 
  • “hey notice me”
  • “your hair looks greasy from the back” 
  • “what book are you reading”
  • “don’t ignore me”
  • “am i being annoying?”
  • “yea? good.”
  • but your favourite was
  • “i’m glad you’re in my class” 
  • because he would rarely ever show affection to you because your relationship was made up a lot of the “we don’t need to say anything to know it”, meaning you never needed to straight out express your gratitude to each other for the other to know that you’re appreciated 
  • main point is you grew up together 
  • however, after like the fourth grade
  • you both somehow decided that you were too cool for each other despite the fact that your crush on him was still there 
  • there was something so mesmerizing about the fact that 
  • he never truly ever demeaned you as a person??? like yes he was a tease and you guys always did those things to each other
  • but for a kid, he was always somewhat of a gentleman and would never make fun of you to deliberately hurt your feelings 
  • unfortunately doe, in middle school, your group of friends completely changed
  • and although you guys sort of had the same status in school of being popular but very, very laidback, and your groups of friends acquainted with one another, your interactions would be saying hi, making small talk when you were with a handful of other people and smiling at each other as you pass by the halls 
  • back then, you would walk home together every single day and spend time doing homework in the bedroom of one of you two 
  • but as the grades went on and the workload increased, you found music and student council and volleyball whereas he found track and basketball and dance
  • his family went through troubles and he found it difficult to talk to people at times 
  • and you were so busy with finding a job and saving up for post-secondary that you spent after school with your clubs or in the library studying
  • timing and interests for you guys were extremely unparalleled and eventually, things just grew apart before high school began 
  • and oh dear
  • high school
  • periods? check. acne? check. hormones? check. grOWTH SPURTS? check.
  • now, reader, entering high school, you only had one rule: forget. about. jeon. jungkook.
  • and it wasn’t like he was being a dick or anything to you, you just didn’t find any way that you guys would work out anymore
  • despite being best friends and literally showering together when you were 7 and your parents are best friends, you just never ever have proper conversations anymore, and things just naturally got awkward
  • and also life lesson for u guys omg so philosophical what it wasn’t anyone’s fault, you guys just happened to no longer have the same interests or the time to notice each other anymore - people drift apart. it happens. 
  • and you were so okay with coming to terms with that 
  • until
  • “oh my gosh is that jeon jungkook?”
  • “he… grew muscles?”
  • “giRL HIS HAIR”
  • “puberty hit him like a freight train???”
  • the morning of sophomore year, after a whole first year of properly avoiding him and being absolutely sure that he wasn’t going to get hot (jungkook is juST A LATE BLOOMER OK LEAVE HIM ALONE), you turned your head to the front doors and felt the wind get knocked out of you 
  • bc walking in with his friends, with the school uniform seemingly perfectly snug and hugging every one of his curves
  • was jungkook
  • and for some reason
  • yes he looked more mature and yes he got fucking MANLIER
  • but you were instantly reminded of something that clicked in you when you saw that 6 year old boy stuck in the sofa on the very first day he moved in next to you
  • was it that innocence? was it the charm? was it the hair-swept-away-from-face thing? you diDN’T KNOW 
  • but girl you were gone again 
  • and listen 
  • you dated people in freshman year and guys liked you, but you were never the type to chase or to fawn
  • you were just different from other girls like you would much rather be the type to be the one playing ball than the one in a miniskirt cheering on the team on the sidelines
  • that’s just who you are, heck you fucking punched a dude that wanted to hug you and say thank you, broke his nose and chipped his tooth like kk y/n
  • it was just difficult for you to grasp feelings, truly, but for some reason, this guy has just got you so weak???
  • and for some other reason, jungkook and the reminder and memories of you guys as kids just hits you like a truck and you’re already head over heels once again
  • and you go into first period to shake off the thought of him but ofc!!! he’s!!!! in!!!! ur!!! first!! period!!! literature!!! ihml!!!
  • so you take the seat diagonally in the front of him to make sure you don’t get sidetracked in ur favourite class and drool at him the entire time
  • oNE DAY
  • you were taking notes from the board, analyzing and reviewing the literary device and short stories before delving into the actual stuff in literature when you dropped your pencil and leaned down to grab it 
  • when you saw an arm reach down first 
  • and hand it to you 
  • you looked up 
  • and you guessed it 
  • biTCH IT WAS JUNGKOOK AND he had such a warm and friendly smile 
  • and you could barely say anything 
  • because on one hand you were like oh i’m glad he still remembers who i am??? like ffs? but your other side is like oh my god oh my god oh my god 
  • so weeks go by and every single day you feel such a burning sensation at the back of ur neck like fufufufuffufufu he’s RIGHT THERE
  • and jungkook isn’t that type to be extremely boisterous and loud and obnoxious even if he’s hot shit 
  • so you weren’t worried about him bothering you whatsoever after that like that was a fluke, he was being nice, whatever, it’s done 
  • a couple weeks go by and you’re starting to feel better now, thinking you’ve got this crush thing under control
  • until
  • silent reading time 
  • you were just assigned a new book by your favourite author! and you couldn’t wait to begin the book reports on these 
  • so you dove into the world of fire-breathing dragons and mystical knights and creatures beyond reality
  • when you felt a poke on your neck
  • and you had no idea what it was? you were so engulfed in the story that you just scratched and left it, not thinking twice
  • and then you felt it again
  • it took you a second, but it hit you
  • and it hit you hard
  • you turned your head around slowly and your heart was beating so fast
  • your eyes fall on a small pink sticky note, folded into a plane, dropped on your shoulder
  • so you open it, careful to make no noise in the silent classroom
  • and on the single sticky note it read:
  • “it’s good to see you again. i’m so so glad you’re in my class.”
  • you sneak a tiny glance back at the boy behind you, your face flushing with heat and memories 
  • and from behind his book, he looks up and gives you the tiniest, warmest smile you’ve ever received 
  • you folded the paper once more and fit it in your pocket and returned to your dragons and knights and witches, all the while smiling like a fool to yourself because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really drift apart that much at all 

hi guys!! so sorry for the late update, hope you enjoy thisssss:)

also side note: just because it’s valentine’s day (i mean i dont celebrate this) doesnt mean that you need a significant other! buy yourself some hershey’s, make some tea, snuggle up with a teddy bear and a blanket, and switch on some netflix. today is any other day, so don’t demean yourself and your experience with this day because of your status! 

alsoooo don’t wanna get a little preachy but, in this au i kind of hint at the fact that the y/n or reader is someone very tomboyish and doesn’t really seem to find herself chasing after boys. in no way am i trying to vocalize the fact that just because you’re of a certain nature, your personality towards boys reflects that. this is just a fictional work of how one might feel (presumably me lolz) when realizing feelings for someone they truly loved at one point. just because a woman who is normally tougher on the exterior has a sudden soft spot for a boy does not indicate that she’s lost sense of herself or that she succumbs to a boy. just because a woman is a certain way because of a boy that makes her feel different doesn’t mean she is any less of a woman herself. everyone is obligatory to their feelings, and how women choose to express themselves sexually or emotionally to a man they love is their own personal choice as long as they are within consent and are safe. everyone’s decisions and behaviours in love are consensual and their own - that does not demean them as a feminist in any way, shape or form. remember that. 

have fun, y’all, uSE PROTECTION, and i love u!!!

Ransom/Holster Neighbors AU

Where they’re both in their early to mid 20s and they live in the same condo.

They meet one day when they’re both in the building’s gym getting a workout in. Holster was there first and he’s on the treadmill when Ransom walks in. When Ransom’s about to take the treadmill next to Holster’s he notices a set of keys on the floor right behind Holster. So he picks them up and taps Holster on the shoulder to ask if the keys are his.

Holster, still running at this point, turns around and sees this beautiful specimen of a man and promptly loses his footing and falls off the treadmill.

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bagofgroceries  asked:

Dearn Seanan, I met you a year? Or two? ago at a convention in Dallas. I have the tattoo of An Artificial Night on my leg, you took a picture with me after the Q&A, you helped me with my lipstick before taking a picture with me, gave me a hug after you noticed how close I was to having an anxiety attack. I could see in your face you knew the man with me was the cause in the way he talked to me & it obviously angered you. I want you to know on Saturday I am finally leaving him. (1)

“(2) thank you so much for  caring about a stranger, it’s been a long time and I lost the picture due to a phone issue but it meant so much to me and was evidence that I couldn’t ignore about him. I will have a friend with me to help me stay the course, along with my father and two military uncles out front listening in case he lays his hands on me or her. I’m scared, but I’m also hopeful and so ready.”

I am so fucking proud of you.  Like, genuinely and utterly proud of you.  That is not an easy thing to do, and it is going to make your life so much better.

The next time I’m in Dallas, please, please come and get another hug, and another picture.  This time one you can remember joyfully.

So proud of you.


Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Pairing: Dash Wilder x Reader

GIF Warning: ^^^

Warnings: rough sex, car sex, thigh riding, choking, name calling, daddy kink, spanking, just rough and nasty.

Rating: Explicit af

A/N: Bitch there is no reason beyond the fact that Dash is sexy and his booty is so thicc. Also, he is just so damn pretty and I love him and more people need to love my Triple B (Big Booty Boy) more!

Tags!: @heyambrose, @thedeboniardevistation, @hiitsmecharlie, @freekmode (my fellow Dash Wilder Booty Club member!), @tjdarkings, @wwe-blog-2017, @wweshesaro, @bebbyt, @imladylunaticbitch, @wrasslesmut, @kaydee-kayyyy, @gelinas22

You and Dash Wilder weren’t an ‘item’, you two were…well fuck buddies. Both of you couldn’t ever keep your hands off each other. When you two were back in NXT, you guys made an agreement. Sex, rough, amazing sex, with no strings attached. It was so mindblowing the first time that you guys had sex, it was all night. To be clear, it was literally sunset to sunrise. There was barely a break, only two fifteen minute breaks that was just you two laying in bed and watching TV.

After then, you two would disappear after almost every PPV, finding a little room in the back of the building. Dash was a rough man that will slap your ass until it’s raw if you forgot to call him daddy. So seeing him on Raw made you rather hot and bothered.

He hadn’t told you that he was coming up and you weren’t able to see him on Saturday because you had meetings and all that stuff before wrestling in your first Wrestlemania. When you saw him, you smiled widely and went over to talk to him. He was standing with Scott over in a little hallway off to the side of the main flow of  people.

His eyes swept you up and down, hungry and needy eyes. You shuddered and his eyes locked with yours again. His lips curled into a smile, taking a step closer. Scott rolled his eyes, said congrats, and left, knowing all too well what was going to happen. Dash reached out and ran a thick finger over your new Women’s Championship belt on your shoulder. “Looks nice on you,” he said, his southern accent dripping with lust.

You smiled. Taking the belt off your shoulder, you laid it over your waist and turned around. “Button is up, please?” His fingertips danced over the bare skin of your back and he pressed himself against you. He smelled amazing, like always, and his breath fanned across your growing hot skin. With a little growl, he kissed your neck, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin.

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (9/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1,132
Warnings: Domestic Abuse, fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays.

Originally posted by cyreymilus

8am Saturday Morning, Stark Tower

Y/N woke slowly and carefully. She was feeling some pain in her side, which logically she knew was from a cracked rib, but seeing as how Tony Stark himself was sleeping in a chair next to her bed and Bucky was slouched down in another chair across the room, Y/N decided to wait on logic until she was fully awake. Memories of last night came to back her in a rush of flashing images. Mostly she saw Tony’s face light up with pure joy when she agreed to move into the Tower. They actually wanted her to live at the Tower. The Avengers wanted to save her and as she watched the two men sleep, she actually, for a brief moment, allowed herself to think that they just might be able to do it.

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No Strings Attached - Soldier: 76/Jack Morrison x Fem!Reader

A/N: Please take this along with my sincerest apologies because I think it’s horrible and I hate it.

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Words: 2,451
Warnings: attempted assault, sugar daddy, daddy kink (kinda??)

The bar you worked at was skeevy, but you needed the money. You were used to the people, mostly men, who came in after work for a quick drink or five. You had been called everything under the sun and touched in ways you’d rather not recall. Luckily, the bar had a decent bouncer and he always watched your back and no one dared to bother you when he walked over to see if there was a problem.

Friday and Saturday nights were always the busiest and seemed to bring out the worst in people. You lived for the time when it finally started to die down and you could clean up. There were always one or two men who would make their way in twenty minutes before closing and no matter how annoyed you were, you had to serve them.

“What can I get you?” you ask the man in front of you without really looking at him.

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It’s new.”

“Because I’m a man?”

Harry shakes his head and his cheeks flush. “I never really did that with witches either. Ginny was more like a sister, we went to Quidditch matches together and big family events. We didn’t get dressed up and go out for a posh bottle of something together on a Saturday night. Since her, you’re the only person I’ve wanted to snog in a very long time. I told you, I don’t really do any of this.”

“I see.” Draco rakes his eyes over Harry, giving him a smirk. “You want to snog me?”

“You’re infuriating,” Harry mutters. “So I also want to punch you, sometimes.
—  Secret Love Song by writcraft
|| American Dreams ||

{summary: “you’ll always be my american dream.”}

american dreams by cartel is a+++++

dedicated to @siqnificances

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @ghostedwolf , @tmrhollandkay , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

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The 5 Dangerous Symptoms of a High school Crush-

Request: Hey I love your blog could you do a request of Rodrick having a crush on the reader, and she to him. Could it be fluffy, have some jealousy, and him checking her out at one point?

Warnings: Jealousy [be gone]..if someone gets that I will love you forever

{Disclaimer} Gif is not mine

Rodrick Heffley was quite…confident in himself when it came to approaching a lady he was interested in. He knew it, his closest friends knew it, even Greg knew it. Unfortunately for Rodrick, that all changed when you came along. His palms would start to sweat and he’d stutter uncontrollably in your presence. But who could blame him? After all, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  just so happened to be his very first real crush. Having a crush, on you, his first one, in high school, did I mention this is his first crush? Either way, one thing’s certain- it comes with a price. A huge price. Symptoms.

Symptom #1: Checking them out without even noticing it. 

It was a bright Monday morning and Rodrick was dreading the week to come. Nothing could change that.

 “And then I asked if she could perform at my cousin’s wedding and she actually said yes!” 

Correction: Only one thing could change his pitiful week into a joyful one- you. Hearing your sweet voice for five days a week seemed to be his only motivation to not skip his classes. Even if you weren’t directly talking to him, it was enough. Rodrick couldn’t help but admire how cute you looked in your frisky outfit consisting of shiny pastel pink flats, a floral dress and a jean jacket. He wondered if-

“Rod, dude! Earth to Rodrick?” One of his friends asked, snapping in front of his face. Before Rodrick could react another one of his friends responds. “Maybe he was daydreaming about that girl again, what’s her name? Was it-” “W-what? No, I’m trying to figure out the songs we need to practice for rehearsal today!” This was not good. Others were catching onto his little secret. 

Symptom #2: Thinking everything they do is fascinating.

“Come get this weeks school paper! Our front-page headline: Does the Cafeteria Diet-Pop Actually Respect the Guidelines of a Diet?” you loudly say. To him, your voice overpowered every conversation occurring in the hall.

“Don’t you think this is cool? Students from our own school are smart enough actually write this stuff!” he states enthusiastically to his band-mate. “Weren’t you the one who said it was the dorkiest-” “Yeah that was before their stories actually got interesting.” Rodrick interrupts. “But you only read the stories written by that girl in our English class.” “Jeremy, there are plenty of girls in that class. Be specific.” he says, rolling his eyes. “You know, the one who always raises her hand to answer stuff, she’s-” Rodrick zones out of the conversation as he stares at you recite the school cheer routine perfectly. At least to him it was perfect.

“Oh wait, now I remember her name. It’s (Y/N), she writes the articles you read. I think she’s the girl you’ve been stalking for the past few months, right?” “I don’t stalk her! She just happens to be in the way of my view all the time.”

Symptom #3: You overthink a lot. And I mean A LOT.

“Woah! Sorry, did i hurt your head?” you softly ask. “W-wha-n-no I-um you-my head-” “He’s fine.” Jeremy intercedes.You smile and within the blink of an eye, you disappear. “Dude, keep your calm!” he tells Rodrick. “Yeah, I just you know-” “Sure. Just don’t do it again. It’s not cool.”

He looked like a fool. No doubt about it. What if you thought he was a creep and left so quickly because you got scared? What if you never talk to him again? It was all his fault. He just had to be looking at his phone when you two were about to crash into each other. Did you sniff his shirt? He hoped so. He chose a clean one in case you sat next to him in History class. Impressions are very important to women-according to Greg’s diary-so he wanted to make a good one around you. But what if you thought the material was too rough? Were you as picky as his mom?

“Rod, you were like staring at the same spot on the wall for 5 minutes, you good? Maybe we should call band practice off for today..”

Symptom #4: You’d do anything and everything to get their attention.

As you walked past Rodrick’s lunch table to your own, he couldn’t help but want to make you glance over at his direction for at least a second. For once in his life, he wanted to be noticed. 

“Ben, Al, I was thinking. Me, you and Rod go to that haunted house event this Saturday. It ’s not like we have any gigs-” Rodrick payed no attention to Jeremy’s words. He needed to make a move and quick. He didn’t want you to walk out the cafeteria room without getting even a single look from you.  “Actually, we do have a gig,” Rodrick interrupts, “They want us at some flash mob or whatever to promote how Rock is considered a source of relaxation and can positively impact the lives of teens in this generation.” Hopefully that sounded smart. “What does that even mean?” Al questions. “Who knows and who cares. How much are they willing to pay us?” Ben asks. “Rod? You with us?” Score! He actually got you to listen in on their conversation. Maybe telling that small fib wasn’t such a bad thing after all. “Rodrick! How much mula will they give us?” Al yells as he kicks Rodrick’s chair. 

 “Huh? Oh, they um-they-” Think Rodrick. Think. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop and I was just curious-are you guys going to perform at a flash mob? Like as a band?” Your shy voice breaks Rodrick away from his thoughts. “That’s the plan. Why do you ask?” Jeremy responds. “Well I was just wondering if you could take on another job. You see, my cousin is having a wedding next Saturday and our entertainment for the night bailed out on us. I’d be so grateful if you accepted but if you don’t that’s fine too! Of course i’d pay you good money and- ” “What kind of audience are we playing for? Löded Diper only plays for people who can really understand the colors of our music” Ben states. Suddenly, a bunch of snaps of agreement and praises are heard from his friends “Preach.” “That’s some deep stuff man.” All Rodrick wanted to do was bury himself in a deep hole to rid himself of such an embarrassing situation. Before you could walk out the cafeteria doors he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

  “Look, i’m honestly so sorry you had to deal with that. My band can be kind of sensitive when it comes to our music but we would be glad to play at your cousin’s wedding.” The blush on your cheeks seemed to only get stronger as he spoke to you. He knew you were embarrassed after the little conversation you had with his friends but why would you blush around him? Maybe the temperature was too high for your liking.  “No, no it’s fine. They’re passionate about music and that’s cool. any chance does your band happen to play heavy metal? My cousin is what many consider a metalhead.” He smiles wide, “I think your cousin and my band could get along pretty well.” Your eyes light up, “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!” Oh dear, he could say the same to you. 

Symptom #5: Your jealousy is not so discreet.

It was the day of your cousin’s wedding and Rodrick couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were simply the most beautiful girl in the room, from the sparkle of your doe eyes to the shimmer of your royal blue dress. Once the band finished playing he quickly went looking for you. Rodrick was determined to dance with you at least once tonight. 

“Oh (Y/N), there you are!” he says, “I was wondering, since the band is on break right now..” Her hair is quite pretty styled that way.. “Rodrick are you okay?”   “Huh? Oh-um-i-would you like to dance with me?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you nod, failing to conceal the pink dusting on your cheeks. “I-i’d love to dance with you.” And so you danced, for quite a long time. The band decided to let you and Rodrick have your moment and played their songs without a drummer. Unfortunately, one of the guests-quite a young one might I add-asked you to dance. You being the polite young lady you are, chose not to decline.

What you failed to notice was Rodrick’s envious glare. He detested seeing you in another man’s arms, he needed to break the two of you apart somehow.  “Psst! Little girl, if you do me a favor I’ll give you a dollar.” He whispers. “Make it ten.”  “Five, that’s the highest i’m going.”  “Deal.”  “Go tell that guy over there that you saw a rat and you need some rescuing.”  “But isn’t that lying?”  “Do you want your five bucks or not kid?” He demands. Instantly, the child runs off to the man, tugging onto his tux coat. Rodrick takes the opportunity to reunite with you by kissing the back of your hand.  “May I have one last dance before my band packs up to leave?” He asks sweetly, you giggle in response. “It would be my pleasure.”

  After the band packed up, it was time for Rodrick to go back home, much to your dismay.  “T-thanks again for doing this for me. I really appreciate it.” You say while blushing. Rodrick softly smiles, “It was nothing. We had a lot of fun actually.”  “W-well umm, I was wondering if after tonight, we could maybe..hang out?” Rodrick couldn’t help himself, your cute stuttering and soft blush was too overwhelming for him, so without a second thought he softly kissed your cheek. “Yeah, i’d like that.” 

A/N: I hope this was good enough for you! I feel like there wasn’t enough fluff but I’m trying! If anyone has any other requests ask away :)

Hope Part I

Genre: Smut (Oral) [The Vampire Diaries AU! Part I]  

Word Count: 2500ish

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You lay in your bed, your body covered with warm sheets and hands wrapped around your waist. It should’ve been happy and peaceful morning, the perfect start to the perfect day but you were nothing but haunted by your own thoughts.

A slave to your own mind.

Jeon Jungkook is a vampire.

You repeated it in your head again. And then again. Trying so desperately hard wrap your head around the fact that your fiancée, the man you have loved and have lived with for so many years and are going to be with for the rest of your life, has been alive since the Victorian Age.

Your mind recalled the events of last night which were nothing but a blur, the rush of it all sending your mind into overdrive yet again and filling it with thoughts you didn’t want to think about.

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the reunion au

giant shoutout to @heybinnie for helping me with his ilu mir

  • this really starts in high school
    • eunwoo, mj and sanha are in the “good” crowd aka eunwoo is student council president, mj is president of the choir club and sanha is just Pure
    • jinjin, rocky and moonbin are in the “bad” crowd aka instead of studying they’re writing raps and making up dances (if u are thinking tbc GUESS WHO’S CORRECT it’s basically that rip me after seeing moobin with a motorcycle)
  • they very much run in different friend circles, no one even thinks they interact except for when they have too 
  • except when eunwoo was forced to help bin study their last year
    • and that my friend is where the story begins
  • bc unknowing to everyone, except like. rocky. bc bin can’t not tell rocky everything, bin starts to fall for the perfect student president and his stupid eyes smiles and eunwoo can’t spend a study session without just. staring. at bin
  • dating is a strong word for what they are they’re more just boys who end up taking advantage of the fact eunwoo has keys to lots of rooms and therefore can make out in private
  • graduation comes and the group parts ways to extent - rocky and sanha have another year of high school, mj goes to a private arts college, jinjin ends up at another, and bin and eunwoo end up at college together behind all that eyeliner is brains yall eunwoo is a rlly good motivator
  • four years pass in relative peace - except when mj accidentally walks in on binu making out when trying to surprise eunwoo and screams loud enough to almost have the police called, and when rocky forces bin to tell jinjin about eunwoo bc jinjin’s their father he deserves to Know
  • three more years pass, with the two groups falling into a dynamic together
    • mj ends up becoming a wedding planner accidentally, when he realizes after singing at Too Many weddings that he could do this shit better, and ropes jinjin into helping him out as a photographer
      • i’m not saying mj has a whole binder dedicated to binu’s future wedding but he does it’s a hit with the customers
    • eunwoo opens a floral shop, bin, well. bin ends up working at this bar his senior year of college for some extra cash and accidentally gets adopted by the old man who runs it and well, now he kind of runs the bar while bartending on weekends
      • eunwoo ends up showing up on a saturday night after closing the shop and some drunk buttface starts flirting with him and eunwoo is the Purest and can’t see signs of flirting for shit, goes along with it and literally doesn’t realize until bin basically launches himself across the bar at the buttface
      • the customer: I’M GONNA GET U FIRED
      • bin: I’M THE OWNER BITCH
      • eunwoo: i can’t believe this
    • rocky’s a dance instructor, sanha works at a preschool and rocky is fervently dying he’s in love with sanha bc he’s so gangly and wears bright colors and that’s nOT ALLOWED
    • mj and jinjin tell everyone they’re dating after a couple of months working together, literally no one is shocked
    • sanha: what do you mean you weren’t dating before that’s why i got u matching gifts for UR BIRTHDAYS
    • cue sputtering 
  • anyways so the main plot is finally here which is the reunion wow that took awhile sorry
  • rocky and sanha beg to go to the reunion bc they want to see hell break loose but they all refuse 
    • mj promises to update them with gossip every five minutes
  • so they all roll up to the reunion lookin great (think like baby era outfits nice slacks dress shirts lookin fine)
  • eunwoo shows up with mj and jinjin bc bin is late dealing with bar things (bin: NO ROCKY UR NOT BEING IN CHARGE OF IT STOP ASKING) 
  • eunwoo and mj go to socialize with all the former student council and choir people and jinjin tries to escape but mj is an octopus and when can jinjin say no to mj the answer is never
  • people are high key confused with how mj and jinjin together but scrape it up to working together
  • mj just lets out a snort every time someone asks eunwoo about his relationship status and he just mumbles “oh they’re coming”
  • finally bin’s late ass shows up
  • on a motorcycle
  • bc he’s extra he has a fine working car
  • he literally acts like he’s the lead of a movie when he walks in
  • and he came straight from the bar so he’s dressed in jeans and a muscle shirt with a leather jacket over it 
  • dramatic hair push as he walks over to eunwoo and back hugs him and kisses his cheek
  • jinjin records the whole thing bc its actual gold and rocky needs 2 see how extra bin is asap 
  • literally the whole student council is fuckin speechless
  • except this one girl who was the treasurer and who everyone thought was low key in love with eunwoo turns to her husband and is like “PAY UP I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN” 
  • eunwoo turns bright red
  • mj smiles at the girl and pulls out his phone and is like “DO U WANT TO SEE WHAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR THEIR WEDDING”
  • eunwoo turns even more red if that’s possible, bin just wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead i’m literally dying why am i doing this to myself
  • the night passes without little issue after that besides the constant texts from rocky and sanha complaining about how they didn’t get to see bin being incredibly dramatic in person
  • right before the reunion ends bin drags eunwoo to the library and back to where they used to study together
  • cue really sappy speech from bin that includes “i’ve been in love with you since i first saw you freshman year” “i’ve only fallen in love with you more since then” and “i wanted to propose at the first place where it really all started”
  • eunwoo’s cryin
  • i’m crying
  • mj is crying as he’s recording this all and jinjin is taking pictures
  • eunwoo says yes of course he does 
  • rocky and sanha are iNCREDIBLY PISSED that they missed this
  • and they all lived happily ever after
    • aka jinjin proposes to mj a couple of months later at the venue they did their first gig together and rocky eventually takes his head out of his butt and kisses sanha

A Night In.

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

“Guess who,” the voice teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, okay man.”

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

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

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

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

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

Jughead crossed his arms somewhat defensively, “Yeah?”

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

“Come again?”

“Are you asexual?”

“What? No.”

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

“Getting what, Reggie?”

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

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

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

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

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

Jughead rolled his eyes, “Enlighten me.”

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

“What are you saying exactly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


“Jug, oh no! Quick, come inside.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, is that…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you making, Betts?”

“Hot chocolate, want some?”

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

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

“As long as you’re having some, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Betty,” Jughead whispered.

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

“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

“Since a couple of months ago?”

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

Betty giggled.

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

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

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


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

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

Betty nodded.

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

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

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s great.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise me, Betts?”

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

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

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

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

“Why were you worried Jug?”

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

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

“It isn’t?”

“Jughead Jones, I love you, too!”

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

“What’s wrong, Jug?”

“Betty, maybe we should stop.”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?”


Betty began to kiss him again.

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

“For us?”


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

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

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

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

“Jug, can I ask you something?”


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

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

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


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

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

“Kiss me and find out.”

Jughead grinned and pulled her in for an intense kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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