sorry it's not very good :3

anonymous asked:

Hey I just read The Soulmate Phenomenon and I really hope you were having fun cuz you fucking ruined my life, broke my soul, shatterred my heart. I love it never stop <3

AHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAHA OMG that fic is still ruining lives a year after I wrote it, I’m so thrilled XDDDD

I mean, I am very sorry for causing you pain but it makes me so glad that Soulmate Phen had such a big impact on readers ^^; that’s one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written; it was super challenging to create but I really love how it turned out~ 

Thank you for reading it and taking the time to send me this, I have the biggest grin on my face right now hahaha

anonymous asked:

hi!! what school do you use for your legacy? if you can get it on the gallery can you tell me its name (if its not too much trouble)! thank you!!

Hello nonny! I’m so sorry that this is late :’c 

The build isn’t actually a school >.< To be very honest, I selected an empty lot and made a small room and filled it with school like things e.e

Once again, I apologize for the late reply! Good luck with your search for a school build :3 Have a lovely day.

continuing the lazy chibi theme from last year! but this time with my aged up designs =D/

there have been rough spots in this fandom, but despite that, i am not sorry i joined :D i’ve met a lot of great people and made some very good friends, and tbh i’d go thru hell for you ppl :’D so i’m glad to spend another year enjoying and celebrating miraculous with everyone ;0;/

The Adventure Zone Arcs and Lunar Interludes in a nutshell
  • Here There Be Gerblins: very slow, and a bit like a basic D&D game, but actually contains some important plot stuff
  • Moonlighting: bitch, you thought we was playing basic D&D, nah, welcome to the MOON
  • Murder on the Rockport Limited: take a break, solve a murder mystery and a train going at very fast.mph with your very good friend Angus Mcdonald
  • LI 1; Chaos Carnival: things get freaky but do not fear, Steven the goldfish is here
  • Petals to the Metal: nature and racing is gay now. sorry I don't make the rules
  • LI 2; Internal Affairs: our good boy Angus Mcdonald has returned. oh, also Red Robes are a thing, I guess
  • Crystal Kingdom: an upsetting amount of foreshadowing and vore jokes. Griffin why
  • LI 3; Rest and Relaxation: ~bonding time~
  • 11th Hour: now it's time for groundhogs day-esque time loops and also tragic backstory reveals and also more foreshadowing
  • LI 4; Calm Before the Storm: why won't our boys talk to each other? Also, wtf Taako, chill on the shopping sprees
  • Suffering Game: as the name will imply, it is time to s u f f e r
  • LI 5; Reunion Tour: so I heard you like plot twists and reveals
  • Stolen Century: IPRE stands for "I loPve my childRen, why must they suffEr like this?"
  • Story and Song: HOLY SHIT! THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!
Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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naadestiel  asked:

Youre one of my favorite writers so I have a favor to ask. Could you write me a drabble for my birthday? Any kind of httyd will do since I love all your stories! Thank you thousand times!

Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a good one! <3 :)

Worn

Hiccup hummed as he strolled down the walk, holding a crate full of mis-matched tools and metalwork. The sky was colored darkly, stars beginning to twinkle as everyone wandered off to she or he’s hut- or both, given the twins.

He paused by Astrid’s hut, noting the flicker of candlelight inside.With a grin he sat the crate on a barrel outside, giving a little knock on the door.

He was only met by silence, so he knocked again, harder this time. There was a squeak along with a crash, wood grating against wood.

“Astrid!?” He called out, concerned.

“Hiccup?” 

“Yeah, it’s me.” 

The door creaked open, revealing a bedraggled Hofferson staring at him through squinting eyes. He double blinked in return, not used to such oddities. Astrid was always so prim, neat, and organized. Right now, she looked a complete mess. 

A beautiful mess, but a non-Astrid mess.

“Ast?”

“Whuh?” 

Hiccup peered closer, noting her lack of armor. “Were you sleeping?” 

No.” 

“You look like-”

“Shut up and come in.” She grumbled, turning around without bothering to shut the door. Hiccup ambled inside and finished the deed, turning back to watch her slump into a chair.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” 

Hiccup eyed her critically, “Are you sure..?” 

“Positive. What do you want?” She ruffled her braid absently, staring dry eyed at the table top. She hadn’t blinked once, which made Hiccup question her truthfulness even more.

“I saw the lights were on, and just thought I’d stop to say goodnight…” 

“Goodnight.” She mumbled.

Hiccup stared, before shrugging and stepping forward determinedly. He gentley grabbed her hand in his and slid into a chair beside her. With a tilt of his head he ducked in front of her face, finally causing her to blink.

“What’s wrong?” He prompted with a little squeeze of her hand.

“Mm, I was just thinking is all. I accidentally fell asleep…” She admitted reluctantly. “Note, “unintentionally”.” 

“I did. Not very you.” Hiccup teased. She cracked a small smile in return, but it was clear she was groggy from her interrupted nap.

“Should I leave and let you sleep?” 

“No, I want some company.” She leaned back and scrubbed her eyes with a sigh. She let her hands fall to the table, glancing back to Hiccup. “How about a walk?” 

He smiled and stood in answer, grabbing her hand again to lead her outside. Toothless warbled from the rooftop curiously upon their exiting, eyes wide and carrying an underlining smugness. 

“We’ll be back in a bit, bud.” Hiccup called out reassuringly, waving his hand. “Go on to my hut and get some rest.” 

Hiccup took the lead as the two slowly ambled down the platform. Gradually the walked further until they reached a high cliff where the platform ended and stone steps were carved. Hiccup took this time to switch positions, following Astrid as they trekked up the steep incline.

It wasn’t a long climb, but once they reached the top the both silently agreed on resting on the cliff side, staring out at the now star covered sky and sparkling ocean spread out before them. In the distance, Hiccup spotted wavering Northern lights, reminding him of that first flight no so long ago.

“Been awhile, huh?” He murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. 

“Yes…” Astrid whispered quietly, almost to herself. “I wish this Viggo-Krogan thing was over… in more ways then one, I miss home.” the last part was breathed, whispered in hope and longing.

“I do too.” Hiccup kissed her cheek. “But if plans go accordingly… we’ll be heading home in less than a year.” 

“A year…” She sighed. “You say it like it’s only weeks away.” 

“It is, approximately 52.” Hiccup replied jokingly, but tightened his hold around her shoulders. “We’ll go back for a visit soon, I promise.” 

“A break… a break would be nice.” She agreed with a straightening of her back. “For a few days, maybe.” 

“We could leave the twins here.” Hiccup added with a laugh.

Astrid grinned, “Unsupervised? We’ll leave Snotlout too, to watch them.” 

“Then… then we’d need to leave Fishlegs to watch Snotlout.” 

“True point. That makes a date.” Astrid teased, jabbing him in the ribs. “You sly dog.” 

He laughed softly, bending down to capture her lips in a quick kiss. “We still have to tell Dad, you know.” 

“I’m amazed he hasn’t figured it out.” 

“I think he has.” Hiccup mused. “He just… I think he’s waiting for me to say something.” 

“Well, that gives our trip a purpose.” Astrid paused to yawn, eyelids fluttering. “When do… when do we leave?” 

“After you’ve slept.” Hiccup chuckled, pulling her close. She rested her head against his and let her eyes slide shut, shuddering a sigh. “Want me to carry you, milady?” 

“You’d kills us both going down those steps.” 

“What? Because of my very rare clumsiness or my prosthetic?” 

“Because of both, they make a deadly combination.” Astrid looked up with twinkling eyes before scrambling to her feet. Suddenly Hiccup found himself dangling from her arms, desperately clinging to her in attempts to keep from falling.

“What the heck, Astrid?” He squeaked.

She began hauling him down the steps easily, grinning widely. “I have both feet and a sense of balance, we’ll be fine.” 

“You’re pregnant and he cheats on you.” Pt 4.2 END

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.1

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

(a/n): I am low-key depressed this series is coming to its end because so many of you enjoyed it and i’m thankful for that. I am also so sorry I got busy and i am very stressed because of school

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Jihae was, to say, a very bipolar kid but he couldn’t make you any happier than you already were. He reminded you of his father a lot and it brought back the good memories but it also brought in the bad memory of the night of truth, which you decided to throw in the back of you memory because you loved him and you weren’t going to let it get in the way of that. You didn’t want him too meet Yoongi, yet, you were still very unsure, even after 5 years of being separated. Avoiding all that came to big waste though when you realized Yoongi was the one who helped with your groceries and

Yoongi was the one who looked as if he was ill at the very moment when Jihae screamed out for you in joy.

Mommy returned Uncle Hobi…!


 There was no mistaking it. From the crease in his eyes when he had that gummy smile, The dark brown hair and, chocolate brown eyes, he knew, that was his kid and it made the guilt pool into his stomach. The kid he could have been there to help raise but screwed it up when he made the decision to have meet-ups with Jennie. There was no excuse for what he did. He couldn’t say he didn’t regret it because he was a complete dick towards you and he lost not only one but two things he valued. It made him think what kind of mindset he was in when he did those things that he should have only been doing to you. What made it worse was when he found out Jennie did it to fuck with you. When he had found out that she did that once before to screw your relationships up.

Now he stood before both you and his son. He couldn’t even think straight seeing the kid

“Momma the man looks like me…!”

“Jihae-…”

He noted his name. It clicked that you enjoyed the name a lot. The thought made him smile. He snapped out of the thought when the small kid made his way up to him. He glanced at you seeing you had looked anxious.

“Thank you for helping Momma..!”

He smiled and crouched down to be eye level with him. “Of course…”

Jihae held his hand out smiling. “Im Min Jihae…!

Min Jihae. He faltered a bit then looked back up to you again seeing you were staring directly at him now. Once you noticed he was looking at you, you looked away from him biting your lip. He looked back at Jihae holding his hand out.“Well I am Min Yoongi..”He laughed when Jihaes expression lit up.“We look alike and have the same last name…!” Jihae wrapped his small fingers around his hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you..!”He smiled noticing how he had your personality.

“I think it’s time we go inside Jihae….”

Hoseok left your side holding his hand out to him. Jihae crossed his arms and pouted.

“But I don’t wanna….! I wanna stay with Yoongi…!”

“We can talk to him again..”

You sighed a bit, smiling slightly at Jihae.”

“Promise?”

“I have never broken a promise with you before…”

“Thank you…!”

You nodded and puffed out your cheeks. “Why don’t you head inside with Hobi..?”

Jihae nodded and waved at Yoongi before running inside, Hoseok following behind.

“(Y/N)…” He stood up taking in the sight of you again.He finds you staring where Hobi and Jihae had went through the door.

“We have alot to talk about… If that is fine with you…”

You looked towards him and nodded. “Of course i’m busy right now… So we can talk leater…” You took something and scribbled something on a sheet of paper before handing it to him.

“I will text you the details… I will see you then…” You quickly walked back inside before anything else was said. He watched you before looking down at the number and texting it.

???[2:36PM]: Hey.

He stared at it for a bit before clicking his phone off and glancing at the complex one more time before walking off. He waited for the text from you and found himself constantly checking his phone. He didn’t even realize what time it was until his phone buzzed.

(Y/N)[5:03PM]: Meet me at the cafe on the corner by the park we ran into at. 6 PM.


You sat there tapping your foot and staring down at your cup. You checked the time seeing it was 5 till 6. You thought of what you were going to say to him when he arrived. What would you say? You did just leave without really talking to him and it had been 5 years since. Millions of questions were running through your head. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize the chair in front of you had gotten occupied by no other then him. You were silent for a good couple seconds before gaining the confidence to speak.

“I know you have plenty of questions and things to tell me so go ahead and let it out… Now is the time and place to do so.”

He sucked in a breath and stared at you. He was trying to put the right words together.

“Im sorry…” He looked out the window. “I didn’t know what I was thinking… Though that was five years ago and I feel like you are still pissed…”

You shook your head at him.

“How could you not..? I didn’t take our relationship at the time seriously. Even went behind your back and didn’t regret it until I found out you left…”

You looked him in the eye and slid the cup over, leaning on the table. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Jennie. I was mad at you, both of you at the matter. But things change. I made a promise to myself, When I held Jihae in my arms.. I left because I needed time to myself with family.”

He sat up in his chair taking in your every word.

“It hurt me, Even more so scarred me knowing what you did. Especially because the day I found out was the day I was going to tell you, I was nervous but I knew you would take the new well.. But I found out what you had done … I told myself to leave, to escape and start new. So I did…”

You didn’t know when you started crying. Yoongi leaned over the table and patted your cheeks with a tissue. “Don’t cry because of me… You shouldn’t waste them over me, again…”

You took the tissue from him and hid your face.

“Is that why Jihae has Min in his name…?”

You shook your head.

“No… That is the other thing… Even after everything… One day I looked through all our pictures… All the happy ones.. And I knew I was still madly in love with you… I couldn’t find myself completely hiding Jihae away from you because I forgave you… I forgave you because of all the things you had done right then the ones you did wrong…”

He stared at you letting the words settle in his head before going to speak.

‘Are you… Fine with me being in his life again…?”

“I need time Yoongi.. This is all so sudden…”

He nodded, smiling a bit. “I understand… How about we just take this time to catch up on the past few years…. Do you have any questions for me…?”

You nodded. “There is just one question really… What happened with you and Jennie after I left? I ran into her The other day and she has changed… A lot..”

He stared at you. “We talked everything out and went separate paths. I guess she changed and I did too after I realized that I lost what I cared about most…”

You smiled a bit.”Now I guess we can catch up on the last 5 years…”

He gave you his gummy smile before starting to talk about everything he did. You did the same talking mostly about Jihae. You saw how intrigued he was with all the stories involving him.

You felt satisfied, You didn’t know how long you guys talked before realizing the cafe was shutting down and you were the only two left in there.

“I guess it has gotten pretty late hasn’t it…?

He looked around and stood up. “I guess that is a sign that we should call it a night, As much as I would love to talk more…”

“Actually I should give you this..”

You took a envelope out of your purse and held it out to him.”It is Jihae’s sixth birthday next week.. I think he would like to see you there.”

He smiled and nodded. “I will definitely be there”

“Then I will see you then.. Night Yoongi..” You smiled and waved at him before heading out to a taxi.

He looked down at the envelope, and opened it. Reading through all the details before putting it in his pocket and going home. Eager to look for gifts.


The week passed quickly, You and Jihae’s birthday was the only thing on your mind. You had Hoseok watch him so you could decorate for his party at a reserved place nearby. You didn’t ask for any help so it took a bit but soon people started showing up. You greeted them as they showed up waiting for Yoongi’s arrival. You smiled because Jihae had no idea that this was set up

You noticed Yoongi had shown up and was talking to Jungkook and Namjoon. You smiled and walked over to them.

“Nice of you guys to show up to this party even though there’s going to be mostly kids..~”

Namjoon smiled. “I would never miss this.. He is a cute kid..~ We all kind of promised him too..”

You smiled and nodded. “Im sure he will be very happy”

Jungkook scoffed. “Of course he will. I mean I am his favorite~”

Namjoon snickered. “Is that why he is with Hoseok twenty-four seven?”

“What..? No…!”

“Sure thing Jeon~” He started walking off, Jungkook following after him and arguing.

Yoongi chuckled and turned his attention to you. “You decorated this place pretty nice..”

“I did spend 3 hours on it..”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t want help though..”

“Because it was eight in the morning and we both know I’m stubborn when I’m tired.”

He laughed. “You’re right~”

“Wow…!”

You turned your attention to the door where Jihae had ran in with Hobi. Jihae looked around with fascination before his eyes landed on you and Yoongi and he ran over to you, jumping into your arms. “Thank you…!”

You laughed and held him. “You’re getting to heavy for me to hold in my arms anymore…!”

Jihae slid back down before hugging Yoongi also.

“You came too.. Thank you…!”

Yoongi patted his head and smiled. “Of course…~”

“Come play with me…!” Jihae started dragging him off where he had no choice but to smile. He looked back at you but you just waved. “Funny out of all these kids he chooses he wants an adult to play with..” Hoseok came by your side. “So I am guessing both of you are on good terms now..?”

“We talked it all out and everything…”

Hobi nodded and smiled. “That is good then right…?”

You laughed a bit. “I hope so…”

After about two hours of just watching Jihae follow Yoongi around and opening presents, you noticed Yoongi make his way up to you. “Can I speak to you, privately?”

You nodded. He was very serious and you were low-key scared. He pulled you into a corner and held you by the shoulders. “I can’t do this.

“You can’t do what?”

You scowled.

“You and me both know what I’m talking about.”

“Yoongi we can’t.”

“And why not?”

“Can we talk about this another time, please?”

“No. We are talking about it here and now.”

You shrugged his hands off your shoulders. “Yoongi-…”

“What are you going to do when he sees all the other kids with their dad’s and realize he doen’t have one? This is unavoidable.”

“It can wait for now…!”

“Please I am asking you now.. I want to be in his life.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head.

“Is it that bad that I am his father?”

You looked at him, feeling guilty because of the hurt look on his face. You didn’t even notice Jihae standing behind him until he spoke.

“You’re my dad…?”

A few people had looked over to see what was taking place. There was no hiding it now, It was out of the box. Yoongi was lookingat you with an apologetic look and Jihae stared at you, waiting for an answer. You nodded watching as Jihae smiled.

“Wait seriously..?!”

You nodded once more and couldn’t help the smile forming on your face.

“This is my favorite gift… Thank you…!”

He hugged Yoongi. “Please stay…!”

“Im not going anywhere…”

He picked him up smiling. Jihae wrapped his arms around his neck and clung onto him.

You noticed Jimin started clapping for the two of you. Jungkook came over and put his hand on your shoulder.

“If I didn’t know I would think this is some type of cliche romance drama…!”

You punched him in the shoulder.


After everyone had left the party you and Yoongi stayed and cleaned up the pace. The two of you didn’t get to your complex until almost midnight. Hoseok had taken Jihae to your home so he could sleep, which you were thankful for so you didn’t have to worry about it.

Hobi left after the two of you showed up so he could get in his own bed to sleep. You went to check on Jihae before walking out of the room and walking to the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink…?”

“That would be nice…”

He smiled and sat down on the couch while you got both of you something to drink.

“I’m sorry about earlier by the way…” He stared at the back of you head. “I didn’t think he would follow…”

You turned towards him and shook your head. “Don’t stress it.. Im not mad.. I was just scared.. I don’t want to rush it…”

He nodded. “I just want to be involved in his life…” You handed him the cup before taking a seat beside him and turning on the TV. “I’m okay with that…”

“He watched you for a moment taking in your features.After the events of tonight he noticed that he was throwing himself in a pretty deep hole. He was lost in thought. Thinking that he would never have this chance again.

You noticed he was staring and tilted your head. “Why do you do that…”

He chuckled. “Do what…?”

“Just stare at me like that….”

He smiled playing with a strand of your hair. “I’m scared that the moment I let my guard down this is all just going to be a dream..”

“I promise you its not…”

Your gaze flickered across his face. You didn’t even know what was happening until his lips were on yours. He pulled back and stared you in the eye. His breathing was a bit hectic. “I think I love you.. Still I never lost my love for you..” He buried his face in you neck and you squeaked. “Yoongi..! Don’t do this while Jihae is asleep..!”

“You are tourturing me.. I can’t help it..

“Momma?”

You pushed Yoongi back a bit and stared at Jihae.

“Daddy is attacking Momma…!” Jihae started throwing his little hands at Yoongis leg, making you laugh. “No I wasn’t attacking her…!”

“Then what were you doing…?”

“I was showing her… Affection..!”

Jihae tilted his head. “Oh…”

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” Yoongi smiled and picked him up”

“I can try..”

“What if you slept with me?” You watched the two, smiling. “With momma too?”

You nodded. “Sure~ We can all cuddle and get warm.. And in the morning we can go get some breakfast… Sound good?”

Jihae nodded and you all headed off to you bedroom where you layed on the bed, Jihae right in the middle of you and Yoongi. Jihae cuddled close to you and you stared at Yoongi smiling. Everything was perfect how it was and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You only stared at Yoongi as he fell asleep. Comparing both him and Jihae to one another and thinking about everything Yoongi has said and did today. It made you feel giddy and you mumbled three words before you, too, fell asleep.

I love you too…


Yay final chapter and this series is finally over. Can you hear me crying :,)

TIPS FOR HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN (and other high schoolers!)                                     

(first year, first grader, 大一, 신입생, 新入生, étudiant de première année…)

these tips may be slightly sarcastic and what you did not expect but it’s the truth!

  • its only the beginning
  • DO YOUR HOMEWORK. DON’T PROCRASTINATE. PLEASE.
  • if your school has a block schedule (every other period, for ex: per. 1/3/5/7 on monday and per. 2/4/6 on tuesday), do your homework the day it’s assigned!
  • when you come home, whether after practice or just straight from class, don’t sleep (hahaha says the person who sleeps right after), have a snack, relax for 15-30 minutes then do homework. then, you can do whatever you want after :)
  • actually write in your planner what your homework is unless your teacher posts it online…but still write it down in case of technical difficulties
  • if your school has “tutorial” (a time where you can ask your teachers for help, etc.), go to tutorial and ask for help … or eat your lunch
  • drink h2o. very important.
  • eat breakfast. it’ll get you going through the day if you skip lunch for some reason.
  • get enough sleep, if it’s 9 pm and you are done with everything, dont stay on your phone for the next 3 hours like me! SLEEP.
  • start studying for tests/quizzes at least 3 days before but worst case scenario cram the night before lol sorry can’t help you out on that one but yes study as soon as you know there’s a test or quiz coming up
  • don’t plagiarize! if your teachers use turnitin.com, its very good at finding out your little internet discoveries, at the very most paraphrase
  • join clubsssssssss! if you go with your friends it’s even more fun! freshman year is great for going to a gazillion clubs even if my sophomore year you only end up going to like 2
  • finals week: start reviewing your notes a week or two before, but tbh if you do better when you cram then cram! everyone has different study habits and honestly if you’re a crammer, simply review your notes briefly a week before but the day before the final, start hardcore cramming right after school
  • when it’s the end of the school year, please don’t do homework the period before ..it’ll only stress you out
  • make study guides. make flashcards. make quizlets. make a study tool you’ll learn from. share with your friends, don’t be mean :) JK haha share with the people you trust and won’t share with the whole school
  • if you’re in the u.s., don’t start sat prep freshman year lmao…freshman year is a year to have fun not sit in a prep class for 4.5 hours every week!
  • by having fun i do not mean yolo-ing your grades, still attempt to reach dem high grades
  • make friends! old ,new ,recyclable reusable (haha jk)…introduce yourself to new people or just make friends through friends if you’re shy
  • go to school dances and school football games!
  • don’t be scared of upperclassmen we don’t bite :) (unless it’s right before a test)
  • DO. NOT. CHEAT. middle school may be lenient but high school is not.
  • don’t skip classes when there’s a test because you did not study for the said test because instead of taking the test right then and there, you now have to spend time trying to figure out when you can take the test
  • date if you want to but make sure it doesnt take over your studying/school
  • don’t forget to spend time with your family because they are numba 1!
  • for anyone with long hair that gets in the way: tie up your damn hair when you take a quiz/test/final
  • ask questions and don’t be like the deathly silent corner-sitting person i am right now in english
  • do extra credit that the teachers give you because that may not happen in the later sad (jk…i think) years of high school
  • bring your teachers kleenex, expo markers, etc., because who knows you might get a homework pass or sumthing ;)
  • high five people if they try to high five you even if theyre strangers (lmao based on personal experience which i failed)
  • don’t pull an all-nighter/half all nighter where it consists of you starting and finishing a project due the next day, or you’re just on your phone 24/7
  • please don’t do drugs in the back of the school
  • don’t compare yourself to other people :)
  • talk to your counselor / ta (homeroom) teacher!
  • don’t try to force yourself to be friends with popular people, just stay comfortable with the friend group you already have :)
  • if spending 30 minutes on makeup makes you feel good, do it and own it
  • when people cuss and you don’t cuss don’t look scandalized it’s kind of the norm (oops)
  • if you make a mistake/get a bad grade, don’t beat yourself over it. just move on. like after breakups.
  • don’t gossip about other people because they’re going to somehow find out and ignore you for a long time
  • if you’re dressing like a bum by the second month of school, don’t worry life is life
  • volunteer! with friends! by yourself! try to volunteer someplace where it’s every week and not just random places
  • do not cry over a low a because the student next to you that got a low b may feel like smacking you
  • don’t complain about one test and sleeping at 11 pm to an upperclassmen because… just don’t
  • bring a phone charger it’ll save you if you’re staying at school till 9pm that day for tech or something
  • don’t ditch class you ain’t a senior just yet
  • last of all: BE HAPPY

what a huge masterpost! but i hope it helps! freshman year was the best year of my life compared to sophomore year and now and i really wish that i followed the advice that i just gave!

(sorry this is kind of late and this is based on the experiences of my friends and moi)

[09.24.16] … {26/100 days of productivity}

Happy super late belated birthday to @eizabet!!! (seriously im so sorry this is late but im glad i finally finished it fgdhjklw)

im terrible at words but im trying to be as sentimental as i can because seriously, you’re amazing and i admire you a lot!! i wish you very late happy birthday ;P hope you had a good b-day last week <3

Coffee

Anon asked:

“Hello ! I’ve just read all your scenarios (ah its 2am ;-;) and I couldn’t help to notice your requests are open. May I request a Jin Oneshot/Scenario where the reader is a barista at a local cafe and Jin visits it and fall in love? Sorry if it’s too cliche lmao (make it superrrr fluff pls) Ily !”

OMG I finally posted it. I’m so sorry it took a while <3 <3 I have no many things piled up right now to write. I really hope you enjoy it, I’m not very good at the whole fluff thing hehe. 2k words

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: fluff as absolute fuck, non-idol au!

P.S. I’M SO GLAD SOMEONE REQUESTED JIN, YE BOI NEEDS SO MUCH MORE RECOGNITION. HE IS A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE AND SINGER AND DANCER.

Originally posted by visualseokjin

“Y/N, I need you to take over the cash register,” Your boss informed, as you tied an apron around your waist. “I’m heading out.”

You had just arrived at work and they already had a position for you to fill. That wasn’t a problem – it was just unexpected, since you were always either in charge of making the coffee or clearing tables.

“Alright, I’m coming,” You tied your hair into a tight ponytail, and stood before the register.

It was a fairly empty hour, considering everyone was either at work or school. The cafe was located in an office district, so most of the crowd only came in during the mornings, or early evening. 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queenofthyme!!!! I AM NOT LATE IT IS NOT YET MIDNIGHT WHERE I AM BUT ALMOST AAAH OMG

LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do. 

But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by Chicken Bake (me)

Summary: Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness

I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3

anonymous asked:

Do you have any longfic, slowburn, langsty Klance fics that are complete? I especially loved the varelsen fics you've rec'd. Got anything else? :3 Thanks <3

You know a good one….“in stasi-//shot
OK SO! This list isn’t quite as extensive as the other one, but these are some of my top favorites >8^)!!! In no particular order:

never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts has been recc’d already, but it’s still worth mentioning, since it’s very much a slow burn =[,,_,,]:3

On Thin Ice by Minadora is.the Slow Burn of Slow Burns. And Lance is definitely hiding something sensitive that likes to rear its ugly head at very opportune times, aND it’s still ongoing, so if you reeeaaaally like suffering, go here
Actually even if you don’t like suffering, just go here anyways because it’s a really good fic
[Edit: I JUST REALIZED YOU SAID COMPLETE LMAO SORRY]

i am the opposite of amnesia by shizuoh is soososo good,, It’s a hunger games AU, though, and I read through all of it before realizing that haha, it has, A Major Character Death Warning-
That pretty much sums it up 8,^))) read at your own risk

This House Unfinished by boyghosts is actually one of the old and gold ones that I’ve also been procrastinating on making a proper post for..curse you anons and your forcing me to get off my lazy butt >80 //shakes fist
As is probably obvious, I really love this one aaA ;7; it starts out in langst, and continues in langst, and all the while it weaves in these really beautiful cutscenes and plotlines and slow-growing affection, and then
And then it has an open ending
Take of that what you will my friends, I’m going to dust off the abandoned corner of my room and cry about it again

Magic Me Some Love by KaSaPe- If you’re looking for slow burn you gotta go to the chaptered fics amirite, and if On Thin Ice is too good and too painful for you to handle this one’s complete! Featuring fantasy AU, galra Keith, resistance leaders Shiro, Matt, and Pidge, heckin powerful water magician Lance, and more sensitive spot secrets courtesy of said water magician :D
And fluff and a happy ending, so if you read the two before this and need to recover but still, for some strange reason, want langst, here you go

I have to admit, I was not expecting the list to get so long–wELL THEn rescinding my comment on extensiveness, Enjoy!
[Edit #2: I FORGOT THERE WERE TWO MORE FICS I WANTED TO REC FOR THIS ASK–to avoid putting the people who already reblogged this at a disadvantage, I’ll put those up as formal posts >8'0 heads up for that]

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Taehyung and Yoongi live next door to each other, Yoongi always sees Taehyung dancing in flannel pjs with bed hair and god he’s a dork 3/?

Does this make sense?? These updates are really long but its good. Also Namjoon and Jin wont be making an appearance in this AU, sorry!! 

The Hobbit: Two Outta Three [Thranduil x Reader] {18+ Explicit}

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fanfiction of The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, and is not endorsed by the originator(s) of the work. All official characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. This story has been written for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing.

Author’s Notes: This was semi-inspired by the song “Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad” by Meat Loaf. Most of it is basically due to an plot bunny that got out of its cage and yelled “WRITE ME!”. Plus, I love Thranduil smut, and feel that the world should be overflowing with it. Don’t you? (Those are obvious statements, I know.) Second attempt at writing a “virgin fic”. Still not very good at it in my opinion. Also, it took me 3 days to write this, and I was half asleep during most of it. So, sorry if something doesn’t make sense. Posting from the rough draft until I am able to edit it later. I know some of you will also believe Thranduil is terribly out of character. I apologize. I just wanted to convey his more tender, and vulnerable side here.

On an unrelated topic, I am taking fanfiction requests. So, feel free to request something. ^^

As always comments, rebloggs, retweets, feedback, kudos, likes are appreciated.

Two Outta Three

By MoonofMorrigan

“I want to make this completely clear so that there will never be any misunderstandings,” Thranduil said in a soft voice but the tone he used commanded your attention, “I will never truly love you.”

The words hit harder than a mace being flung dead point at your chest. It left you a little breathless. But you knew this already, didn’t you?

“Not in the way a man who is in love with a woman should.”

He is circling you, like a tiger who has his prey cornered. The constant pacing is making you nervous. Why did you come here anyway? You knew it was probably going to end in rejection. You had already prepared for it. You felt your shoulders slump in defeat. Your head bowed and eyes met the burgundy ornate rug on the floor. You brought your arms up, and held yourself in a hug. You didn’t ask for him to be in love with you. You asked him to love you… or in other words, make love to you. It really made no difference to you if he could never truly be in love with you, as long as you could be with him. After all, you knew his heart belonged to his beloved elf queen who lay cold in her own grave. How could you dare to ask for the warmth of his embrace knowing that? You are so foolish.

You failed to notice the draft hitting your shoulders and chest when your robe slipped from your shoulders to hang at your elbows as you hugged yourself. You felt embarrassed, and with it slightly warm as a result. Your eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the empty bed in the far portion of the room. The sight heightened your feelings, causing your head and shoulders to droop lower still as you close your eyes shut to remove it from your view.

You weren’t really paying attention to exactly how he was wording what he was saying until he said his next words, “I will want you, even need you. I will not just take you into my bed once, and then never again. That you need to be aware. I know I will crave you. ” Your head shot up at that, meeting his ice-blue eyes, “But I will never love you. Can you truly live with that?”

His gaze was solidly fixed on you at this moment waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead you found yourself simply nodding. His eyes narrowed momentarily, then he spent several long moments looking you over from your head to your toes. The nightgown you were wearing left little to the imagination when the light hit it. Hence, why you wrapped the sky blue robe about yourself before you came to him. His lips twitched upwards at the ends when he finished, and you became aware of your exposed chest and shoulders for the first time. Quickly, you pulled the robe back over yourself, but on a whim, since he seemed to like what he saw, didn’t cover your chest.

“Have you ever taken a lover before?” he asked taking a step towards you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “No, my lord.” You feel the heat on your cheeks as you look away from him.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle before saying in a serious tone, “So, you’re a virgin then?”

Again, you swallow hard and after briefly biting your lip as he steps closer still to you and lays his hands on your shoulders, you quietly answer, “Yes, my lord.”

“You were involved with others before. This I know. Why did you not at least share their bed?”

You straighten your shoulders under his warm hands, and look up, “Because they were not you.”

He scoffed. “You have longed for me that long?” You knew that he already was aware of the answer to that, and was teasing you.

You resist the urge to look away in embarrassed, feeling completely exposed, “Yes. I have ever since I first had the pleasure of being in your company.”

A look that betrayed his desire, and also an uncertainty that you could truly commit to such an arrangement as he suggested crossed his features briefly. His right hand reached up at your words and he caressed your cheek tenderly. The soft touch makes a smile come to your lips. His touch was so warm and welcoming.

You decide to abandon all guarding of your feelings and just tell him as best as you are able that as long as he lets you love him, and he merely wants you, it will be enough for you, “I do not ask for you to love me. I know you cannot.” You look down briefly and up again, “I merely ask to be your comfort and warmth when the loneliness and the desire for another haunts you. I want…” you bite your lip once more. Afterwards, even as you speak, he runs his thumb over it while paying careful attention to what you’re saying, “I just want you to want me. To make love to me, even if it means nothing more to you than the momentary pleasure it brings.”

“What of your own feelings? You just wish me to ignore them even though I cannot return them?” he asked shaking his head in disbelief.

You set your jaw and let a determined expression fill every inch of you, “Yes. It will be enough for me to share your bed, and be a consolation to you if you will let me be.” And just let me love you in silence.

“What happens when my wife is reborn? What of your feelings then?”

“Then I will leave. I will go to Lothlorien, and make my peace with it.”

You had already thought all of this out over the course of the last few weeks. You had wanted to wait until the Autumn Feast that the king held, but tonight, when you were staring into the flames of the fire in your chambers, watching the embers flicker and some of the wood turning to ash below it, you felt something inside. Something more than longing, loneliness and want. You felt an intuitive need to go to him this night. It was as if the earth itself was crying out to you to go to him now or you were to never go to him at all.

His eyes seemed to convey the realization that you had indeed thought about all of this, and his hand trailed from your cheek down to the suppleness of your neck, and around it, then he bent lower to kiss you. The kiss was unsure it seemed to you, as if he was testing how welcome it truly was to both of you.

You returned it a couple seconds later, trying to make your mouth communicate your reassurance. At this, the kiss became deeper and you felt him take your bottom lip between his parted lips and gently suckle it before taking advantage of the gasp you let out, and plunging his tongue in your mouth. He explored it for several long moments, and you took the opportunity to do the same to him in return.

He released your now reddened lips, and lay a series of soft, sweet kisses upon your cheek, stopping briefly at your cheekbone to nip and kiss at as you hear him whisper in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin as he spoke, “I’ll take this as slow and gentle as I can being as it is your first time, but at some point even I can offer no guarantees.”

The words caused an intense wave of pure desire to surge through your veins, and nervous butterflies to enter your stomach at the same moment. Images that you had attempted to dismiss in your fantasies danced briefly into your head.

You feel the hand which had remained in place at the back of your neck slip down to the small of your back pulling you against him, while his other began to take more liberties, and slowly work its way up to your left breast which seemed to be tingling before this with an odd ache at the mere anticipation of touch. You let out an involuntary moan when he began to massage your nipple through the fabric with his fingers.

As he continued, you realize any stirrings of desire you had before this were nothing compared to it. You had never let anyone touch you in this way, and now your whole body was aching with the need for it. It ached to be touched even more with each kiss, caress and feel of breath on the skin.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled you even closer against him, letting you feel the growing evidence of his own desire rub against you. He let out a moan at the contact, and one of his hands reached down grabbing your backside pushing your groin even harder against his own. He began to rock his hips gently against you making you gasp, moan and whimper at the new sensation.

Your own hands had wound their way about his waist, and you clung to him as he trailed his lips the length of your neck. But now they were beginning to want to feel more. So, trampling down the shyness that kept your own hands and lips from exploring him, you began to run your hands over the fabric covering his chest. The white tunic, made of the same fabric as your gown, felt like satin underneath your fingertips, but you could clearly feel the contours and muscle of the body hidden from view beneath it. You wanted to taste the skin so that was hidden from you more than anything in the world now, even as your hands slipped down lower over his torso to his hips.

You were tempted to go lower, but not knowing exactly what to do, and knowing precisely what was underneath the fabric of his trousers, you hesitated and contented yourself with leaving one hand on his hip and the other to run along his spine.

His lips, which had been fixated on your neck and collarbone parted in a smile that you could feel on your skin as he stopped and claimed your lips, grabbing the hand upon his hip in his own. After suckling your bottom lip in a sensual, hungry manner, he whispered, “It is okay. You can if you want to.”

At this he slowly nudged your hand a little farther downwards breaking the contact of your bodies slightly, leaving you feeling in a way more frustrated than you had ever been before in your life at the abruptly ended sensation the contact of your bodies afforded.

He did not force it down any further, but you chanced a look at his lustful face and could tell he really did want you to do this. More out of curiosity than anything, you took your chance and gently cupped the erection which you had felt pressing and rubbing against you just moments before. He let out a strangled whimper, and you looked up to see if you hurt him.

It was very clear that you hadn’t by his closed eyes and open mouth that let out a deep throaty moan when you began to gently rub your hand against him. Somehow the sounds he was making, and the look of pure bliss on his face increased your own need, and realizing his own hands had stopped wandering, or doing anything to you for a few brief moments you stop.

You felt selfish, but you could not help it. Another wave of curiosity had overtaken you, and you wondered what it would feel like if he touched you in your most private areas. You had never let yourself have the freedom of pleasuring yourself, feeling as if it would open you up to something that you would not want to touch upon until you experienced real love play with another.

The idea of his hands between your legs made you begin to feel extremely wet, filled with lust, and before you knew what you were doing you were grabbing his hand, as he protested with a growl to your stopping your ministrations to his own center of desire, when a smirk came to his face as he looked down and seen you lifting your skirt up with your free hand.

Once your hem was mid-thigh he wasted no time in slipping his hand underneath it between your legs. His finger found your nub easily and began rubbing it gently*. You cried out feeling your knees give a little at this, as you clung to his forearms to stay upright. A soft, kindly chuckle escaped his lips as his free hand lifted you back up to your standing position, then took one of your hands and placed it on a cheek of his backside. You look up at him as he induced you to moan at the attentions of his hand between your legs as he began to run his fingers along the lips of your pussy, then go back to massaging your clit in a circular motion that was quickly beginning to make you want to scream in delight.

“You’re so wet already and we have just begun my dear,” he muses, then you feel his finger move back a little and begin to rub at your opening. He slides a single digit in and out a couple of times, and your knees buckle once more. A smug smile came to his face at your reaction for a moment, then a look of pure hungry want replaced it as he watched your facial expressions, listened to your moans, and you could tell he was noting your breath starting to come quicker with each stroke his finger made inside you.

“Please…” you half whisper, half whimper.

“Please?” he asked with another smirk as he comes in to start kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your breast as he continues his wonderful, torturous motions between your legs.

He takes your right nipple in his mouth between the light fabric and you can fill him sucking it between his teeth.

“Take me to your bed,” you say in breathless voice. 

Wordlessly he stops, letting your skirt fall back to your ankles making your insides and very skin mourn the loss of his touch. He takes both of your hands in his and tugs gently, turning his head and shoulders to look behind him as he leads you to your requested destination.

When you reach the side of it, it is as if the complete realization of what is about to happen overtakes you and you find your arms crossing over your chest to cover yourself. He gives you a patient, but tender smile and reaches out with both hands and cups each side of your face in them, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones, and then trailing them to the sides of your neck finally resting them on your shoulders.

“We can stop now if you want. Each day take things a little further if you have changed your mind about giving yourself to me completely this night,” he tells you looking into your eyes, and you can feel him trying to convey a sense of empathy towards you.

You look away - at the bed, a golden coverlet and soft, white sheets folded down to welcome their usual lone occupant. The desire that was still causing an ache to your loins, and a sheer intuition of feeling (the same one that had led you to his private rooms in the first place) called out to you louder than ever. You felt your head shaking even before you began to speak as you turned your gaze back to him, “No, I do not wish to stop.” You take a moment to catch your breath and decide to be completely honest, “But I will admit to being a little frightened.”

His left hand moves up to your cheek once more and he runs his thumb along your lower lip as he looks upon you, “What are you frightened of my lovely one?”

Hearing him call you that makes your lips twitch up at the ends slightly. Other than the unknown what are you afraid of? The pain they say there is with the first time? Or is it fear of not being able to truly please him? Or that once you are truly uncovered in front of him that he will be turned off? That he will not want you tomorrow even though he said he would?

 

The thoughts race in your mind a mile a minute.

As if able to read some of them by the look in your eyes alone, he kisses you gently, and only pulling away just enough to speak says, “You need not fear that I will not desire you at any point on this night, or any other, if that is what part of your trepidation springs from. I can assure you, I will call for you not only tomorrow, but many nights after.”

You can’t help the relieved smile that crosses your face. He grins in return and kisses you once more, this time deeply, filled with a raging need. He pulls you tightly against him once more by the waist, and your arms snake about his shoulders and tangle in the long hair behind his neck.

You feel his hands begin to run along the sides of your body, and then finally he pulls away when they reach your shoulders. Feeling a little dazed and breathless you look at him confused. He looks down at your nearly bare shoulders, then up at you. Your eyes remain fixed on his as he runs his fingertips over your shoulders to the edges of your robe and nightgown. You open your mouth in the automatic protest maidens are used to giving when a man attempts to get further along than he should, then close your mouth hearing a snapping sound at how hard you did so. No, you were not going to protest this. You decided when you came here that you would belong to him, and he had every right to undress and look at you if he wished. You let your arms fall to their sides and try to bury the nervousness that began to settle in your stomach.

“Do not be frightened,” he whispered as he grabbed the tops of the sleeves and slid them down your arms. The nightgown and robe both pool at your ankles a moment later, and the gentle breeze from the open window kisses your exposed skin. You resisted a second urge to cover yourself as he looked you up and down, then takes your hands in his once more, gives you a sweet smile, and places your hands on his chest.

Confused for a moment you look down at your hands and see they lay upon the first clasps of his tunic. You look up for a split second at his face, which is looking your naked flesh over, a clear look of pure desire written on his features. The idea of him being so filled with want for you sent a wave of need straight down to your toes. With it you hurriedly undid the clasps and lacings and he shrugged the material off in a fluid movement as you looked upon him and reached out to touch his chest with your fingertips. Finally, coming to the rim of his trousers where the significant evidence of his arousal was clear even with them on. You undo the first two buttons and then he grabbed your hands.

“I think it best if you let me do that when the appropriate time comes. You can look after we make love.”

You cannot help the pouty look that crosses your features, but as he was the more experienced one, you felt it best not to protest. You were not totally ignorant of male anatomy, you had lived long enough to know what it looked like, (granted, not in a full state of arousal), but considering the circumstances…

“Lay down,” he said in a tone of voice that you weren’t sure if it was a command or a request. Either way, you do what you are told and settle into the pillows, sheets and blankets in the middle of the bed. He first lays down next to you then maneuvers his way to lay on top of you, his legs entangling with your own. Feeling the weight of his body on yours makes it seem as if your body took on a mind of its own, and instinctively your legs parted bending slightly, and finally laying to rest on top of his own, entwined once more.

You let out a gasp when you feel him rub against you even more intimately than before a second later. He didn’t thrust his hips against you this time however, but instead kissed your lips several times - each one drawing you deeper into it. He released your lips finally and began to leave soft, fluttering kisses on your cheeks and down your neck. His mouth worked its way down slowly before finally taking your left pap, aching for attention, into his mouth and suckling on it and licking at it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation makes your hips buck against his own, and your hand once again tangles in his hair at the back of his neck to gently urge him to continue. He obliges you for several more moments before moving to the right, repeating the action.

You feel a deep pooling of warmth and are suddenly hit with waves of delightful bliss, something you had only felt in tinges before now. Each wave feeds off the other and you found your insides, in the spot where he had been sliding his finger in and out of you tightening as your hips began thrusting against his body as if possessed by another force entirely. It forced your eyes closed and your legs began to open wider with each wave that hit you.

You’re pulled out of your impeding orgasm briefly when he stops his attention to your breasts with his mouth, replacing it with his hands which massage the hardened flesh gently but assuredly for a few moments. His mouth is busy trailing lower down your belly, to your left hip, then the inside of your thigh which causes a tingling sensation to shoot down your legs making your toes curl. His lips traveled the length of your leg, and nip at your ankle, before switching to your right and worked its way back up your ankle, leg, and then hip, before meeting in the middle at your bellybutton, which he dipped the tip of his tongue into and sucked at.

You peered down at him with heavy eyelids unsure as to what he is about to, but found yourself willing to let him do as he pleased as long as he didn’t stop making you feel so blissfully alive and full of need for him. He glanced up at you for a moment, before pushing your legs further up, and farther apart, then dipping between your legs.

The first moment of sensation was almost blindingly alarming in its feeling and how it shot through your whole body like a lightening current, as he began to lick and suck on your clit and kiss the lips of your most intimate parts. You find yourself crying out, then moaning deeply, clutching the blankets beneath you to ride it out.

He continued, unrelenting, his mouth working in intricate patterns on your body, and his hands gently holding your hips down to keep you from bucking against him. The restraint caused you to feel even more aroused, not because of it limiting you, but because it forced you to feel in excess everything he did to you.

The world around you began to fall away and through closed eyes, your body seemed pinpointed on the area he was working at so expertly between your legs. Stars were starting to form behind your eyelids, you felt as if your breath was being lost to you. Above all, your heart and blood was pounding so hard you were sure everyone in the kingdom could hear it. It was making you afraid. You briefly worried it would explode if it took anymore. It was like being on the edge of a cliff with waves pounding around in you in every direction, coming higher and higher before one huge wave would wash you over the edge. Once you were pushed over it, then it was if there was no sound at all, only feeling as the tidal wave washed over you. It was fear-inspiring and so wonderful in its feeling. You were only vaguely aware of your head thrashing against the pillows, and you biting you knuckles to strangle out the cry that was escaping your lips.

Finally, you were able to open your eyes, and the last aftershock of your orgasm had to wear away before he came into focus again, and he was laying fully on top of you once more, your legs spread further than you had ever thought possible, and your body slick with sweat.

He looked down upon you as you came back to reality, propped on his elbows, then seeing your eyes open bended down, and his arms snaked about you while kissing your cheek and nipping at your ear. He went back to kissing your neck and sucking at it then he reached your collarbone. Once there, you felt him suck hard at the flesh, even taking it between his teeth, and it stung for a moment before he released the skin. He looked upon the spot for a brief moment, and a strange, pleased smile came to his lips.

You give him a confused look and reach up to touch the area that felt bruised. He smirks at you, then says softly, “You’ll need to wear something about your neck for a couple of days.” He apparently seen the confused look on your face as you rub it, “You’ll understand when you look in the mirror.” At this he leaned down and went back to kissing the other side of your neck and collarbone as his hands traveled the length of your spine and grabbed your buttocks, kneading it in his hands, and ran his fingertips along your hips and sides before one hand cupped one of your breasts, while the other went back to tracing your spine.

Did he mark me? You wonder for a moment. The idea seemed oddly sensual to you, but at the same time filled you with confusion. Why would he mark me? You had seen such marks on some of your friends who had lovers bodies before. So you knew it was practiced, you just never imagined he would do such a blatantly ‘you are mine, and I do not care who knows it’ thing to you.

At this, you turned your head toward him, and he caressed your cheek with his own before giving you a brief kiss on the lips, then jumping to your breasts once more, then came back up to your neck. His hands were all over you. They never really stayed put.

You became aware that he would possibly welcome you to kiss and touch his neck, chest and other parts if you could. So, glancing briefly at his profile which is focused on the spot behind your ear, you bring your hands from his waist and let them explore his spine with one and his muscled chest with the other, then you bring your lips up to his own ear and take the earlobe between your teeth and gently suck at it. You hear a husky breath escape his lips, and let it lead you on. You let your hands wander further down his chest and back until, after only a moment of hesitation you grab one cheek of his backside and let the other venture between his legs to rub the probing erection which had been brushing against your leg and groin.

He turned to look at you with a lustful gaze that made your ego swell before you pull up a little to capture his lips with your own. You could still taste yourself upon his tongue, and you refused to let his lips leave your own for several long moments as you attempt to figure out a way to let your wandering hands find a way inside his trousers. The idea of touching him there was very alluring to you, almost like an area that was to be conquered, and listening to him purr and moan in your ear and mouth brought your body back alive again.

He grabbed your hand again which had almost worked its way inside and placed it on his hip. At this, you release his mouth with a frustrated groan.

He laughed softly at this, “I know you want to touch me like I have touched you my pet, and I promise you can after this first time is passed.”

“I want you to feel as wonderful as you have made me feel,” you tried to reason with him while looking in his eyes, attempting once more to dip your hand down his pants. He snickers at you when he grabs your hand again, only he doesn’t place it on his hip, but on the outside of trousers over his erection. “Settle for this right now.” He tells you. You give him a disappointed pout, then you start to rub him slowly watching his eyes close, and you let out a small, happy gasp when you feel him buck his hips against yours.

He speaks something in Sindarian, then leans down close to your lips, but doesn’t kiss you, cupping your chin in his right hand, “I want you so much. I can hardly bear it.” He kisses you a couple of times before continuing, “It is going to hurt this time my dear. No matter what I do, or how gentle and careful I am, it will hurt. Do you understand?”

You nod, and bite your lip.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asks in a tone that clearly says if you consent it will be the point of no return.

You again nod. “There is no other who I would ever want to do this with.”

He closes his eyes, as if saddened by your words, then opens them simply nodding in return, “Just lay still for a few moments, and relax as much as you can. Do not look at it, or it may frighten you.”

You move your hands up to snake around his waist once more. Unsure what he means, you begin to feel his hand reach between you and move undoing the buttons to his pants. He sits up for a moment and tells you to close your eyes. Confused, you obey, hearing the rustle of fabric, then the sound of it hitting the floor beside you. You feel him resume his earlier position, and he kisses you - long, hard and deeply as he dips his hand between your legs once more.

He rubs at your clit again. Reawakening your need for him again in full force, then slides a finger inside you once more, working in and out slowly. A moment later he removes it, then slides back in having added another finger, repeating the action. The feeling is still wonderful but tight somehow, each movement making it more pleasant. After a few minutes of this, and many deep wanton-filled kisses later he slides his fingers out for the last time and then you could feel his hand grab his member and begin to rub it against you instead.

The feeling made both of moan in delight and he continued to do this for several minutes before he asked you in breathless voice, “Are you ready?”

You merely nod your consent, then do your best to not only lay still as he continued rubbing himself against you, but to relax.

Suddenly he went still himself, and you could feel him placing the tip of the hardened, warm flesh at the mouth of your vagina. You bit down the urge to look down and force your muscles, which were starting to tense up at the idea, to relax.

“It will be alright. The pain will only last a moment, and if it doesn’t we’ll stop,” he tells you in a controlled tone of voice.

Not sure why he had that tone you turn your gaze to the ceiling and take several deep breaths, feeling your muscles calm all over. Noting this it seemed, he seized the moment and slowly slipped inside of you.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain. The pain was searing. Like a knife had been plunged into your most sensitive area and left a large bulge of something inside you which your vaginal muscles were tightening around in alarm making the pain worse. You could feel your eyes well up with tears, and before you could keep yourself from blurting it out you whimper, “It hurts! Oh gods it hurts!”

You hear him speaking your name at this, begging you to listen to him. You force yourself to open your eyes and look at him once more, “Listen to me. I know it hurts. For all that is good in the world, I wish it didn’t, but you need to force yourself to relax again. It will stop hurting so much then.”

After a few hyperventilated breaths, you grit your teeth and try to focus on what he told you to do.

“Breathe my dear, breathe,” he tells you in a soft, gentle voice.

You do as he asks and begin to take deep breaths, to calm yourself, but remain as perfectly still as possible. As he said, the pain began to subside a great deal once you stopped concentrating on how much it initially hurt.

“Good. You’re doing very well darling,” he whispers to you and bends down to kiss away the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry this is hurting you.”

The pain seemed to have completely ebbed away, and now you just felt the strange tightening sensation of him being inside of you. At this point, you weren’t really sure if you liked it or not.

“I am going to take myself completely out of you for a few moments, and remind your body of its wants before I plunge back into you again. I promise it will not hurt the second time if you remain at peace and feel the desire in your veins, rather than the fear.”

After he says this, you feel him leave your body, with what sounded like a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them, as if steeling himself to keep control over his emotions, or possibly his needs.

You feel a little bad about that, but are unable to fully focus on it when he begins kissing your breasts once more for a moment or so, and then rubbing his erection between your folds again. This time your opening seems to be ready to welcome him in with each pass, and before you think twice about it, you pushed your hips upwards a little and felt him slip inside you. He cried out in surprise and you could see the flood of ecstasy cross his features as his eyes closed and his back arched slightly. The hardened flesh stung a little at first, but was nothing like before. In fact, the longer it lingered there the more pleasant it felt.

He finally opened his eyes, and looked upon you shaking his head, breathless he cried out, “I can’t control it anymore woman!”

At this he began thrusting his hips as his hands grabbed yours by the wrists and he pulled your arms over your head. The thrusting felt uncomfortable at first, then started to feel good in a way you could not really explain. His rhythm started out slow but steady, then seemed to gain speed and force when you found yourself opening up more to him and he was able to take you even more deeply. The waves of passion from before started to claim you once more, and you could do nothing but enjoy it for he held you down in place. Then in what seemed merely moments later you felt the same tidal wave begin to rush in on you as his rhythm became frenzied and his thrusts so hard that he was burying himself inside you to the hilt. The force of his thrusts making a slapping sound as he made contact with your body.

You were both moaning, and saying things which would leave no doubt to any passersby as to what was happening behind his closed door.

Finally, the wave crashed over you, but you didn’t try to quiet the scream coming from your lips. You didn’t have to for he cried out just as loudly for a moment, then leaned down and claimed your mouth to drown out both of you. Suddenly, all at once you felt a warm rush of something inside you, and his mouth leaving yours as trembling, he pumped his hips against you for a few seconds longer before stopping.

“Are you okay?” he asked you after several silent moments while he caught his breath.

Just as breathless you answer, “Yes.”

He merely nods with closed eyes, releases your wrists, then lifts himself off of you, and settles in the spot next to you once you move over a little. You look upon him in wonder more in love with him than ever before, and longing for him to hold you. You watch as he slows his breath with closed eyes, and then you take your moment to look him completely over. He is just as beautiful as you imagined him to be, but you can’t help glancing below, and feeling your thighs clench together for a moment when you seen his diminishing erection. That was inside you? Gods, no wonder it hurt at first. How did it even fit, you wonder briefly. Then you curse your body when it sends another current of desire down from your belly to your legs, to your toes when you think about how it felt the second time he was inside you.

You hear him chuckle beside you, and you look up, not having realized you had been staring at his penis this whole time, and see the smirk on his face, “Now you know why I told you not to look. My wife made the mistake of looking and wouldn’t let me come near her for a month after we wed once she seen it. But then she had not ever seen a naked elf-man before either.” He lay beside you, just looking at you for a long moment before he asked, “Did it hurt very much the second time, my pet?”

“No. It was just as you said. It only really hurt the first time.”

He nodded and looked away for a second before looking back at you, and reaching his arm out to you. “Come to me.”

You scoot over and settle in his outstretched arms, laying your head on his chest. Before you knew it, you nodded off to sleep along with him.

When you awoke you briefly didn’t remember where you were until you looked up and seen his sleeping face.

You slid your arm about his waist and pushed yourself closer against him just to know he isn’t another dream your mind had made up.

You let your cheek caress his chest, and then close your eyes to try and settle back into sleep when you begin to feel his right hand begin to wander down to your breast and the feeling of his lips against your forehead force your eyes back open. You look up at him and taking your chin in his hand he leaned down to kiss you.

You smile then cringe when you began to feel the stirrings of an actual need for love making once more. You slid your hand down his torso, and abdomen, then tenderly but firmly grabbed his member. You begin running your fingers and palm along the shaft and hear him let out a sound that you could only liken to purring.

He turns to lay flat on his back as you do this, and puts an arm about your waist.

“Aren’t you too sore for another game of love making?”

Feeling a little wicked, you shake your head and continue rubbing him, reveling in the feeling of  him beginning to harden and grow in your hand.

“Don’t wake it up too much or you’ll have to play with it my dear,” he warned in a teasing voice.

You look at it for a long moment as it finally becomes completely erect, and you think of what he did to you earlier. “Can I kiss it?” you found yourself asking, leaving him to raise his eyebrows at you, and give you a smile.

“Of course. Carefully though.”

You let out your own laugh at this, to tell him that you already knew that much, and nervously look upon it in your hand, before bending over and taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

You feel him tense, and let out a gasp. You look up and see his eyes are closed and his hands are digging into the blankets. You lick at him, especially around the tip then suckle on it for a couple of minutes before releasing it and going back to pleasuring him with your hands. The skin was slightly salty, but not bad tasting you muse. Yet, other than a few labored gasps and whimpers he let escape his throat, you weren’t sure if he was actually liked what you had been doing or not. His eyes opened and he looked at you in an almost pathetic way.

“Why did you stop, love?”

You give him a sheepish smile, “I wasn’t sure if you liked it or not.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh at this. “Trust me, I did. It’s okay though. I’d rather have what you got between your legs.”

You feel your eyes grow large at this, and then with same wicked feeling as before, you climb on top of him and straddle him between your legs, the idea of him being so turned on by you making your own want of him grow.

“You really want it, my lord?” you ask in a teasing voice as you begin to rub yourself against his erection which makes you both moan in pleasure while he cups your breasts in his hands, and begins to massage and rub them.

“Don’t be coy, my lady,” he comments then throws his head back for a moment letting out a deep moan as you rub yourself on him a little faster. When he opened his eyes again, he began to rub the tips of your nipples with his thumbs looking at you, you could swear, like a hungry cat.

The look and the sensations brought back your earlier longings in with such force you could feel yourself becoming impossibly wet at the idea of it. Finally, you stop rubbing against him and then leaned forward slightly until you felt his tip at the entrance of your opening, and you took a deep breath before you lowered yourself on to him slowly and carefully.

As you did this, he stopped his attentions to your breasts, and remained completely still. Once you were mounted, he went back to gently rubbing your nipples with his thumb. Noting your hesitation because you weren’t too sure what to do, he trailed his hands down to your buttocks, cupped a cheek in each hand and began to lift and lower you in a slow rhythm while making a slight circular swirl with your hips whispering, “Like this.”

Whatever this position afforded to you, you loved it, and when he was certain you had the gist of what you needed to do, he closed his eyes with a mysterious, pleasant smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying it just as much. You easily found your own rhythm, and loved watching his face and body react underneath you as the pleasure within yourself began to slowly amount.

As you continued to ride him you began to feel nature itself take over, pumping harder and faster as what you now knew were orgasms started to overtake you. Thranduil merely clutched at your hips and backside, occasionally his own hips would thrust up, unable to contain the needs they longed for, until finally, the world fell away once again, then came back into focus greeting you with sight of him underneath you writhing and moaning, making you continue to pleasure him, through the last quivers of your own climax, stopping only after his back arched and he cried out to the gods in his own death and rebirth via pure pleasure.

Once you lifted yourself off of him and settled down beside him, you found yourself becoming sleepy and spent in a way you hadn’t felt in your whole life. However, you remember something that filled you with a slight sorrow. You needed to leave him and go back to your chambers before the servants came to wait upon him.

You both had a reputation to uphold, and while you were sure they would find out that the two of you were sharing a bed now, you doubted it would be something that he would want to broadcast right away.

You knew a sad look crept into your eyes which he caught, and propped himself up on his elbows hovering over you.

“What is wrong?”

“I need to go,” you whispered and you seen the puzzlement settle on his face. “Before the servants come in. They will never let it rest if they find you with me before the Autumn Feast. At least on that day you’ll have the excuse of being drunk for taking me into your bed.”

He put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I am not ashamed of what we have done this night, and you need not worry about my reputation. But if that is your wish, then I will abide by it. Our meetings will be secret until the Feast.”

You nod, and sit up looking about the now darkened room for your clothes. You felt his hand on your own, and you turned back to him.

“Are you sure this is truly what you want? You know my heart and where it truly belongs. Can you be so sure that you can stand it?” You look away, and then back at him as he continues, “I have known for a long time that you are in love with me, no matter how I pretended not to.” He stopped with a long sigh, then continued, “Will this truly be enough for you?”

“Yes, it has to be,” you answer in a soft, sad voice. You looked deeply into his eyes and then smiled in what you hoped conveyed reassuarance, “It is not as bad as it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you will want me, yes?” He nodded in reply, “And that you will even crave my love – that you will need me.” Again, he nodded. “Then it will be enough.”

You stood up and steeled yourself so that you could leave the room without running back into his arms.

“Why is that enough? How can it be?” you heard him ask behind you.

Turning back to him as you picked up your night gown and robe, then put them back on, you answer, “You will let me love you and be with you in the most intimate of ways. That alone means more to me than you can know. Besides, the way how I see it is, even if you can never love me, you’ll want me and need me. Having the two out of the three is not too bad considering our circumstances.”

He looked down at the blankets on your side of the bed, “Please do not go. I will long for you cruelly.”

You bite your lip, and force yourself to stick with your resolve. “I have to. If I cannot walk away from you this night, even if it is for just a few hours, then I will never be able to walk away when I will need to the most.”

You felt your hands ball into tight fists, as you turned away from the pained look on his face, forcing yourself to not look back, and slipped back out in to the halls back to your own chambers.

You knew you would come to him again the next night, and the one after. Indeed every night afterward until he told you not to. You had made up your mind before you even went to him.

It would be your blessing and your curse.

~FIN~

 

*Author’s Additional Notes: You may wonder why in all of my lemons dealing with The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings that the ladies do not have underwear on (or the men for that matter). Well, bluntly put people didn’t wear underwear until the last couple of centuries or so unless it was a chastity belt. Not to mention, it’s just awkward to try and write something like this to make it sound pleasurable when the guy is trying to feel the lady’s sweet bits through fabric. (If you’re a virgin and have never been, well, fingered, you won’t understand probably until you do get felt up down below.) Since I don’t know if Tolkien meant for the people in his world to wear underwear, I’m just going to go with historic accuracy.

Inspired by @pjpedream (I hope you don’t mind 😬)

Reading mean tweets after the Olympics, jerejean edition:

Jean: @raven_fan: “3 for a reason LOL” *jean sips his coffee* “if that’s an insult, you’re very bad at it and I’m sorry. I guess that’s the reason I have a six figure bank account and you don’t.”

Jeremy: @exy_cool: “hey knox, its not new years, you shouldn’t drop the ball.”
Jeremy: “well that’s not very nice…you try running around a field for an hour with things being flung at your head. I imagine you’d speak a bit more kindly. Have a good day!”

Kevin from backstage: “wHaT did they say???!!!”

Bonus: @foxesdoitbetter: “jean probably missed his mark because he was staring at knox’s ass.”
Jean: “…that’s fair. Also, Josten should know his fake accounts aren’t fooling anyone.”
Jeremy: “WHAT.”

...Commissions?

HELLO. today is the day that i’m gonna cry forever because i need money.

half of the money i had for a important cosplay (friends are counting on me) disappeared somehow and i can’t find anywhere— i’m such an useless person 

i have less than 7 days to get enough money and buy my stuff and also help them, idk what to do, so i’ll be opening cheap commissions–

its ok if you cant help, but please, reblog? i need help, i really do. i understand that my art is not good enough, but please, i’m desperate, i already died from crying too much because i feel awful.

[PRICES ARE UPDATED to new slots. Sorry for that– i only went 2$ higher! >3<]

okay, i can’t do those very amazing commission posts with those images and stuff but i’ll be selling drawings like these for 8$ (4$ for additional character)

and like these for 10$ (6$ for additional character). i’ll work more on the coloring, promise~

if you wish, you can add 3$ to your buy and you’ll receive a bonus colored sketch/doodle. it’ll be a bit messy and like, a headshot/bust.

♦ i do ocs, fanart
♦ i do semi-nsfw, gore
♦ i don’t do too complicated characters, mechas, furries
♦ i don’t do armors,,

payment will be through Paypal. 

donations are as well very appreciated!

any questions, IM me. not ask. 

i promise i’ll be doing a better post when i have time, but i’m desperate. 

anonymous asked:

hi!! how are you?? your writing is incredible!! i was wondering if you could do a scenario where jungkook falls for a very very shy girl?? or a drabble about what jungkook dating a shy girl would be like?? i'm a very shy jungkook stan so i always imagine what it's like for him to date someone shyer than himself. thank you!! i hope you're having a good day!! xx

and i hope you’ll like my writing too, knowing that rose truly was a lil bit gifted (lmao she’ll kill me). i chose to do a list type of thing because i’m not good with drabbles or scenarios. i might try to do a tiny drabble later, though. :3
i hope you enjoy this, anonie~

(it’s kind of short, sorry for that e_e)


JUNGKOOK DATING SOMEONE SHY

  • first of all, only god knows how you two got together because he’s also a shy bean-
  • wait
  • what’s that sound…? 
  • oh
  • oh nO
  • NO NO NO IT’S 👏 COCKY 😫 NOCHU 👏 😧 COMING THRU 👄👄👄 GOTTA BLAST 👋👋 👅💦💦💦 💥🏃🏃
  • ok i’m sorry
  • but really though, jungkook is a dipshit and the fact that you are shy would make his ego jump over the roof. someone should put him down that’s why i want him to get a confident girlfriend/boyfriend
  • but yeah back to the drabble
  • first of all (for real this time) jeon jungkook will tease the hell out of you
  • and not cute teasing
  • but annoying and stupid teasing
  • and sometimes he will hurt you by teasing you too much, but it’s okay, jungkook is also very sweet and caring, so he will comfort you and cuddle you and tell you cute things and he won’t tease you for a long time
  • i’m already weak hold me
  • enjoys watching you blush, so will do anything to witness you blushing
  • he will do things like “oh wow look at smol/tol you lemme just get real close so that i can look down at you/see if we are at eye level hah”
  • i hope god is on your side because the smirking galore is literally never ending and you might pass out 
  • i would pass out 
  • he??? smirks every time he catches you looking at him??? AND EVEN BEFORE HE TURNS TO LOOK AT YOU BC HE’S THE GOLDEN MAKNAE AND FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING 
  • (i hate him)
  • will subtly try to feel you up in public and whispers dirty stuff in ur year and then laugh at flustered you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OK WITH THAT OF COURSE) 
  • if you were very shy outside too, don’t worry. he’ll order for you stuff and also pay :)
  • i’m in actual pain jesus christ 
  • he will find you cute nonetheless because he finds your shyness adorable and the faces you pull make his day and he’s fucking lame and whipped 
  • will make you tiny gifts just so he can see your reaction 
  • hopes that you will get over that shy state but doesn’t mind if you don’t
  • introduces you to his friends and when you act all cute he’s literally ‘awww'ing and pulling you into a side-hug, all bunny smile and shit 
  • if you are a smol he will stand tall when you want to kiss him that jerk 
  • if you are a toll then he would run away from you (like, in a playful way. probably wants you to see how shyness looks like idk he’s lame)
  • he’s melting for you anyway, doesn’t matter if you’re tol or smol, because you are so cute he thinks his heart will explode or implode or both when you act all shy and stuff and sometimes he wants to tell you that your cuteness makes his heart do the thing but even if he’s cocky nochu, he’s also shy 
  • like, he would convince you to cuddle, and when he pulled you closed you made this tiny giggle or hid your face in his chest or something and wow he’s in fucking lovE
  • don’t get me wrong 
  • he’ll be cocky like 80% of the day 
  • BUT I’M STILL NOT OVER THAT CUDDLING IMAGE FML 
  • but he’s also sweet like 5% and memey 15% 
  • so he’s forgiven 
  • btw you either get that killer smirk or that big big big bunny smile but it’s good anyway i guess
  • god, please love him i swear he loves you even if he acts like an asshole he’s super cute and scared so protect that tiny lil human bean

sorry for being so aggressive but i get full of emotions when i write about kook and i wanna explode bc bruh he’s perfect wtf

~ admin alexa

anonymous asked:

betty and jug had a baby when they were 16 and are now 20, their boy was born with a type of autism and everyone felt 'bad' for them he had the type of autism where he wont look anyone in the eye and everything had to be done to a schedule but him and jug have a really good connection. all 3 go out to lunch and their son has a massive tantrum and jug has to settle him and betty feels helpless and has a breakdown, its okay if you dont know how to approach this it was just a thought i had :)

Okay first of all anon thankyou for this beautiful idea! I love it, very touching and I am honored you trusted me with such a concept. Secondly, sorry about the insane wait with this one I just had to take a while to determine how to best go about this.  Also this was supposed to be a little oneshot and turned into like 9 word document pages haah

as for the story I am a little unsure what you will all think as the subject matter was obviously a bit tricky. I am by no means an expert in this field but I did do a bit of research before writing so I hope I don’t offend anyone or invalidate anything. 

So basically I tried to make the symptoms of their child’s autism ingrained throughout the story without explicitly stating what they are but for reference I went mostly with communication difficulty [impaired, delayed speech, repetitive speech], difficulty with eye contact, obsession and slight aversion to touch. 


TO BE A FAMILY:

“Ready Jug?” Betty called from the living room eyes darting around as she mentally ran through the list of supplies she needed for their outing. The blonde nodded her head in affirmation, satisfied that she had managed to cram everything they could possibly need in the day bag.

The sound of two sets of footsteps padding down the hallway of their small home pre-empted her answer before it was delivered from the aforementioned party.  

“Yeah babe.”

Grabbing the day bag off the coffee table and slinging it over her shoulder Betty turned toward Jughead’s voice. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips as she took in the sight of her long-term boyfriend leaning against the door frame, their almost four year old son standing close to his father’s legs- not quite touching.

It was a vision that never failed to make her heart contract and warmth spread throughout her being.

Noticing her smile, Jughead’s lips twitched in retaliation. He raised a dark eyebrow at her teasingly.

“I think your mum’s checking me out bud,” Jughead quipped casting a glance down at Ollie who was idly fiddling with his fingers and watching the floor.

“Don’t flatter yourself Jones,” the young mother teased back, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly, “Okay let’s get going or Kevin’s going to lecture us on the value of respect again.”

Jughead let out a laugh at that, nodding before pushing himself off the door frame.

“Out,” Ollie mumbled glancing up at his father with wide eyes and scrunched brows that made the young man’s heart clench with affection.

“Yeah Ol, she won’t admit it though,” he kneeled down to his son’s level, placing a sure hand on his arm and waiting a moment before picking him up and settling the toddler on his hip.

Jughead grabbed his keys from the bowl near the door before opening the front door.

“It’s not even his event,” he threw over his shoulder to Betty continuing on with their conversation as though there had been no interruption; a norm after parenthood had dawned upon them.

The blonde merely shrugged, moving past him out the door way.

“Yes, although I think Veronica would probably appreciate our punctuality as well, she’s only in town for a few more days and it is her birthday,” Betty replied.

“Birthday,” Ollie mumbled as the pair manoeuvred him into the car seat. Betty smiled at her son, finishing buckling his seat belt as Jughead hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“That’s right, Aunt V’s birthday,” she affirmed, smoothing down Ollie’s wild blonde curls.  The toddler squirmed away from her touch, his blue eyes flicking to the floor.  Betty removed her hand and sighed.

She tried her best not to take her son’s aversion personally. He wasn’t as severely adverse or hypersensitive to touch as other children on the autism spectrum but it did still bother him. She and Jughead had learned resilience in showing affection to their son. He was mostly okay when the touch was heavy and anticipatory; it was the soft brushes of affection that they would sometimes slip up with through instinct that he would flinch away from.

They had learned to understand and adapt to the quality in their son, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier to have the little person you loved so much recoil from you. Betty cherished the moments when Ollie sought her out for physical affection or comfort and tried to remind herself of those moments during the moments when he shied away from her. She respected his discomfort, but it didn’t make her heart ache any less.

“Betts?” Jughead’s voice broke Betty from her reverie. She blinked a few times before meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror.  His tone was soft and understanding and Betty felt herself falling a little further in love with him in that moment- except it wasn’t just that moment it was a million moments since they were 16 and he had promised her that they would make this work.

She smiled back at him, a small curve of the lips tilting more toward the side of genuine than placatory, before closing the back car door and moving to climb in the passenger seat.

Her right hand immediately found the stereo, while Jughead’s immediately clasped her left, his other holding a firm grip on the wheel as they set off on the relatively short drive to Greendale. Veronica had booked a table at the new bistro that had opened there and although both Jughead and Betty always enjoyed seeing their friends whom were only in town for a short while longer the latter couldn’t deny that the unfamiliar venue caused an uncomfortable pressure to erupt in her chest.

Sensing her unease Jughead gave her hand a squeeze. Betty took a deep breath and let her eyes card over his form, finding comfort in his beauty. His sharp jaw, striking blue eyes and dark hair [still partially covered by a beanie] were features that had only become more attractive as he matured and she still found herself in awe of being able to call him hers after almost five years together.

The windows were rolled down slightly and Betty let the warm summer air calm her as it drifted across her skin. The sounds of the Rolling Stones filtered through the stereo of the truck and Betty couldn’t help but laugh as Ollie bounced happily in the back to the sound. He loved all music, but classic rock was his favourite, something Jughead was exceptionally proud of.

The peaceful feeling didn’t last though. Twenty minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and Betty could see her friend’s various vehicles littered across the spaces. Her hands clenched nervously once Jughead had to pull his away to park the truck.

“Dad,” Ollie shouted from the back seat and Jughead turned around after shutting off the engine.

“Yeah bud?”

“Dad, music,” Jughead was spun around in his seat now, giving Ollie his full attention while Betty was busying herself grabbing the day bag and Veronica’s present from the back seat.

“We’ll listen to more later, but now we have to go inside,” the dark haired man tried to assure.

“Music!” Ollie’s hands were fidgeting and his eyebrows were scrunched, with a little pout to rival his mother’s best signalling his impending distress.

“Na bud, how about we talk about trains instead?” He placated, quickly unlocking his phone and pulling up some pictures he had saved of the freight vehicles to occupy his son’s attention.

It seemed to do the trick as Ollie grabbed the device eagerly and started babbling nonsensically a few delayed moments later about Thomas the Tank engine and his favourite trains.

Moving out of the car, Jughead came up to the passenger side and carefully extracted Ollie from his car seat, placing the little blonde boy on his chubby legs. Kneeling down Jughead held his hand out.

“Can I have my phone back please?” Ollie kept his blue eyes that mirrored his fathers trained on the asphalt ground, shaking his head.

“Thomas… blue train and Percy-“

Jughead nodded, engaging his son’s conversation.

“Yeah that’s very true but dad needs his phone back now. I promise you can have it back once we’re inside,” he tried to reason with him, ducking his head a little to meet Ollie’s eyes. The toddler shuffled flicking his eyes between his dad and the ground.

Betty bit her lip to hold back a small chuckle of amusement at the stubborn little boy; she knew he didn’t refuse in order to be stubborn but it was still endearing to her to see his eye brows furrowed so much like his father’s.

Moving gently down to kneel beside him, Betty ensured Ollie acknowledged her presence before placing her hands on his arms.

“Ollie if you don’t give Daddy back his phone then he’s going to have to carry you inside and no one will know what a big boy you are now,” she stated in a firm but not threatening tone. Their little boy’s eyes widened for a second, flicking to his mother. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the adorably conflicted look on his face.

“Okay, I guess mum’s right,” Jughead began, moving as though he was going to pick Ollie up. The toddler’s hands quickly shot out, offering the phone back to his dad immediately. Jughead smirked as he and Betty shared a brief look with equal amusement shining in their gazes.

“Thanks little man,” Jughead said pocketing the phone, while Betty smiled at her son in gratitude.

“Big boy,” he uttered offering his hand to his mother to hold as they began to walk towards the front door.

“That’s right,” the blonde agreed, handing the bag over to Jughead.

Jughead paused before opening the door, turning to Betty.

“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today Betty Cooper?” he asked in mock concern. Betty laughed, finding herself appreciating his ability to ease her nerves all over again.

“Shut up,” she murmured pecking his lips, before following him through the doors of the restaurant.

“Betty!” Veronica’s enthusiastic voice rang across the room before the young woman morphed into a blur of raven hair and purple fabric, practically throwing herself at her best friend. Betty laughed at her friend’s antics, holding her ground firmly as not to jostle her son- who was still holding her hand- too much.

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