sugar and fluff

Items that Viktor has impulsively purchased
  • First class plane tickets to Japan because bae skated his routine
  • An eight million dollar Cadillac 
  • A Rolex watch because Yuuri was late meeting him one time 
  • A gigantic whirlpool bath because he missed Hasetsu 
  • A golden studded collar for Makkachin 
  • The best rice cooker on the market 
  • A holiday getaway home that Yuuri doesn’t know about for half a year
  • The official Yuuri dakimakura
  • Glow in the dark condoms 
  • A tiara
  • A year worth of club penguin membership
Tony being your sugar daddy + a “boobs guy” would include:

pairing: tony x reader

warnings: oh no hide your children this is about women willingly using their bodies and benefitting from it

a/n: hello i’m back after 4 months having graduated high school and being a bigger tony slut than ever before

also this is the longest “would include” i have ever written but i’ve been getting requests for this for months and it took me forever to get around to writing so enjoy

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Cracks || BTS Suga

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1340

Part 2 

You tried to understand that your boyfriend was busy being in an idol group and all. Tours, recordings, music broadcasts, and promotions were tiring. Therefore, you always tried to stay out of his way and cope with the loneliness. It was hard, but you didn’t want to be in his way. You saw your friends more than your own boyfriend. You envied them. Their boyfriends were always texting them or there for them. Yoongi, on the other hand, was always busy. Even when your grandmother passed away, he wasn’t there to comfort you. You never told him. It was hard for you, but you tried to always put on a strong front and smile in front of Yoongi. You didn’t want to be a burden to him.

You don’t know where it went wrong. He was so caring and affectionate toward you in the beginning. After 3 years of dating, however, he stopped texting you every morning, afternoon, and night. Soon, the texts disappeared and so did Yoongi. He stayed at the dorm all the time now. You haven’t seen him for months and he didn’t bother to text or call you.

“You need to be selfish for once noona.”

You were hanging out with Bangtan’s maknae line and Jimin was starting to worry about your relationship with his hyung. You brought lunch over for them knowing they would probably skip it, like always. They were too engrossed in practice to know that their bodies were starving.

“Yeah, Jimin is right. We’ve never seen Yoongi hyung act affectionate with you. You’re always texting us to check up on hyung. That’s not right.”

You thought Jimin and Taehyung were right, but you just couldn’t. You knew if this kept going, one of you will start to fall out of love. This relationship would become toxic.

“Why don’t you go and take the lunches to the hyungs. We’ll continue to practice after eating.”

“Okay Kookie. Remember to rest before going back to practice. You’ll get stomach cramps.”

They nodded and you left to find the other 4. You found them all in the recording studio talking and laughing. Hoseok was the first to jump up and hug you.

“(Y/N) noona!”

He hugged you and you laughed. You were always close to Hobi cause you and him were closest in age.

“Hey Hobi! Hey Namjoon, Seokjin oppa.”

They all hugged you, except for your own boyfriend. You were kind of disappointed, but you quickly got rid of the disappointment in your eyes and held out the lunches you had made for the boys.

“I know you guys would probably skip lunch like always, so I bought you guys something to eat. It may not be as good as Seokjin oppa’s, but it’s edible. The other 3 already tried it.”

“Ey, your food is delicious. But you know, if you need any help with anything, I’m here to help!”

“Thank you oppa.”

Everyone except Yoongi grabbed a lunch box from the bag. The other 3 quickly sensed the tension between the 2 of you and left the 2 of you to talk. You stood there awkwardly as Yoongi went back to work. After a few minutes of just standing, you grabbed a lunchbox and opened it. You set it down in front of Yoongi and turned his chair around.

“Please, take a break and eat.”

“I’m busy if you can’t sense that already.”

Your heart cracked. His harsh tone was enough to cause tears to form.

“I know, but you should at least eat a little. Just a bite?”

You were practically pleading at this point. He could be as cold as he wanted to you, but you wanted him to at least take care of himself. You pushed the lunchbox closer to him only to have it knocked out of your hands and onto his lyric notebook. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his notebook from under the food. You knew how important it was to him. It was his life.

“(Y/N)! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“I’m sor-”

“DO YOU THINK A SORRY IS ENOUGH? YOU COULD’VE RUINED EVERYTHING. You are so lucky it was closed.”

“I said I was sorry. If you just complied.”

“Are you blaming me now? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Another crack in your heart.

That was your last straw. It hit some nerve that you never knew even existed. And neither did he.

“LEAVE YOU ALONE? I’VE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR MONTHS NOW! NOT A SINGLE TEXT OR CALL FOR 4 MONTHS AND YOU STILL WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE? Sometimes I wonder if we’re even in a relationship. You could at least send a text. I’m just asking for one simple, ‘hey’. Is that too much to ask for?”

He was taken aback from your sudden outburst. You were always a quiet person and you always kept calm even in the most frustrating situations.

“I was busy. What’s up with you? You never shout.”

Another crack.

“Maybe if you bothered to care, you would understand why all this is happening.”

“I don’t have time. I wish you would just understand me sometimes. I’m an idol. I can’t be there to comfort you through everything. If you waited a little more, I would’ve been home. Stop being so selfish.”

You were speechless. Everyone around you were right. You have been too nice to Yoongi. He has taken your love for him for granted. The tears you have been holding fell and now all your anger has become sadness.

“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore. Maybe…maybe, I can’t wait anymore.”

With that, you left. You left him standing there still taken aback from not only your words, but also your tears. You left him to think about where this relationship went wrong. It took him a while to finally figure out that you didn’t just throw a tantrum and leave to cool off. You left him and your relationship with him.

“Hyung, how could you say that to noona?”

“Guys, I’m not in the mood.”

“How could you still say that?! You haven’t talken to her in 4 months. She has to check on her stupid boyfriend through us. She texted us to make sure you were eating, sleeping, and taking care of yourself. She’s texted all of us because she didn’t want to bother you. She’s been understanding. She has been waiting for you and here you are. Working.”

Namjoon scoffed. Jimin shoved 6 phones onto the desk Yoongi was working at. There were endless conversations with you. You telling them to make sure he was alright and healthy. There was even a group chat he wasn’t a part of. And then there was his phone. Empty. Not a single text since 4 months ago. As he finished reading, a sound from everyone’s phone.

(Y/N) : You won’t be hearing from me for a while. Good luck on your comeback. Please don’t tell Yoongi. I’m just a burden.

Hoseok quickly snatched his phone and texted back. After getting another text, he turned to Yoongi and held his phone out for him to see the conversation he just had with you.

Hobi: Where are you going? Please tell me you aren’t leaving.

(Y/N): Remember that offer I got at work to work on a fashion show in Paris. I decided to accept. I’m going to be gone for at least a year or maybe I’ll just stay there.

Yoongi froze. You were leaving. You were leaving him and never coming back. He looked up quickly when he heard another text come in.

(Y/N): Guys, I’m leaving in 2 weeks to Paris. Please don’t tell Yoongi. Tell him I met some other guy or you guys make up some excuse.

You still thought of him even though he didn’t even glance at you for 4 months. Yoongi started to cry. He just ruined a great relationship. He just ruined what could’ve been his wife and the mother to his children. He made the woman he loved the most leave.

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With Love And Money

 Sugar Daddy!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, D/s themes, i think that’s it

Words: 8k 

Request:  ahhh yonni omg could you do a really nasty yoongi daddy kink smut with spanking please?


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Fluffy Connor Murphy headcanons

- he’s a big softie around you but he tries to act like he’s not
- letting you mess with his hair
- opening up to each other
- his family noticing he’s not getting high as often and not being as much of an ass
- he likes physical contact
- he’s always holding your hand or has an arm around you in public
- but in private
- hoo boy
- literal octopus
- he’s super clingy
- but it’s very endearing because he isn’t very close to anyone else
- like when you get really close to a deer
- he always wants to cuddle and he’s constantly got his arms around you
- Evan and Jared tease him for it because they’ve seen it multiple times
- you were all hanging out together and Connor picked you up and put you in his lap
- “(Y/N), are you superglued together? Do we need the ER?”
“Eat a bath bomb, Kleinman.”
“You tell ‘em, Connor.”
- and then you kiss him on the cheek
- which doesn’t help his case
- he likes when you wear his sweaters because they’re to big on you
- what a boy
- he just loves you
- take care of him

Viktuuri + money headcanons

Since the first round of headcanons went down well:

  • Figure skating is hella expensive okay like, even with the many sponsorship deals and prize money you wouldn’t be making an extortionate salary 
  • Despite being a bit of an airhead, Viktor is smart about money and invests it in the right places, leading to his sizeable fortune 
  • Though of course Viktor would make more money than the average male figure skater anyway considering he’s pretty much confirmed male model thanks to Yuuri’s bedroom
  • Viktor not attempting to be extra or anything, he just buys what he likes, whether it’s Gucci sunglasses or a high street branded sweater though we know he has hella fashion sense
  • Who are we kidding though this man probably gets gifted stuff by designers
  • All in all though it’s not like he just throws money away or anything 
  • Until he gets together with Yuuri 
  • Sugar daddy mode activate
  • Viktor appreciates Yuuri so much, he’s his muse and inspiration after all, the first person Viktor has ever truly loved like that 
  • It starts pretty innocently, with items Yuuri happened to show a liking to during window shopping showing up as surprise gifts 
  • Opera tickets and a fancy meal whenever Yuuri has an incredible day of training 
  • Surprise plane tickets back to Hasetsu in time for Hiroko’s birthday 
  • Viktor just really likes spending money on Yuuri because he’s literally his world and he deserves everything he could ever want 
  • Yuuri secretly feeling a bit out of place and embarrassed with all the expensive gifts and dates out though Viktor never lets him see the price tag 
  • The one time he saw how expensive the pink Cadillac was he screamed
  • Yuuri not wanting to just be some trophy husband 
  • So he gives back in his own way
  • Ultimate college student Yuuri teaching Viktor the art of couponing and sneaky voucher combinations 
  • Making the best home cooked meals ever because Viktor spent the majority of his adult life living off salads and the occasional take out 
  • Little crafted gifts that are really kind of dumb but make Viktor’s face light up like a Christmas tree 
  • Yuuri making a little origami ninja star thing (which he used to be good at as a distraction from his anxiety) and though it’s really not complicated, Viktor absolutely adores it 
  • Just… Viktuuri appreciating and showing their adoration for each other in their own way 

Bonus: you’d expect the whole gifts for sex thing to go down but no like they’re both too busy wiping the tears from each other’s eyes and hugging each other, whispering words of love 

This fun so feel free to request a topic or whatever I like doing these

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Sugar baby Rhys gets some minor surgery, like an appendectomy or something. As he's coming out of anesthesia, he's super loopy and starts saying all this mushy, romantic shit about Jack to the person he notices in the room...who happens to be Jack himself. Jack usually feels very in-control of his emotions, but suddenly this high-as-a-kite string bean has him all flustered

It was going to be fine.

Rhys had been complaining about the pain in his stomach for a couple of days, and while Jack had written it off at first as some bad fish from a restaurant he promised they’d never visit again, but when the pain had persisted Jack had all but bullied Rhys into an appointment with Jack’s private physician. After a litany of questions about the nature and duration of Rhys’ pain, a CT scan confirmed that Rhys’ appendix was inflamed. That had struck a chord of worry in Jack, despite his doctor’s assurance that Rhys’ case could be swiftly resolved with a relatively routine surgery. Still, the very idea of his pretty baby going under the knife, even if it was the knife of Jack’s very trustworthy surgeon, bolstered with the best equipment and staff that money could buy.  

To his credit, Rhys seemed relatively nonplussed by the idea of surgery, pointing to his prosthetic when Jack had brought up his own concerns. Honestly, the young man took more issue with the fact that he was prevented from eating anything, even ice cream, the night before the surgery. The CEO had kept mostly silent after that, barely getting any sleep as he preferred to watch Rhys’ lay peacefully in his arms. 

As Rhys sat on the hospital bed the next morning, Jack lavished the young man with as many kisses and careful petting as he could, pulling aside his surgeon for one final, not-so-veiled threat before he allowed Rhys to be prepped for the operation. 

“You better not go dying on me, ‘kay pumpkin?” Jack gave Rhys’ hand a little squeeze, “all your shit is in my apartment, and hell if I’m gonna go through your sock collection all on my own.”

“Jack,” Rhys murmured, smirking, “I’ve probably had more surgeries than you have….it’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, if your doctor wants to keep his job and his skin, then you will be.” Jack let out a loud growl, which was quickly cut off as Rhys’ grabbed the silk of Jack’s tie and pulled him in for a soft kiss. 

“Dude, if you keep freaking out, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, then I’ll be the one losing my shit over you….” Rhys whispered as their lips parted. “Try to chill out…I’ll see you on the other side….okay old man?” 

Jack let out a tense sigh, even as Rhys’ ran his fingers soothingly through the peppered gray streak in his hair. 

“I’ll…I’ll try…” He huffed. Rhys gave him a soft, genuine smile, even as Jack was cautiously ushered away from his lover’s side. 

“You better have a mountain of ice cream ready for me as soon as I can eat. I’m gonna be starving!” Rhys called as he was wheeled towards the operating room, giving Jack one last little wave before he was pushed through the doors.


Sure, a big part of Jack had always known that the surgery would probably go off without a hitch. And if not, at least he had violently beating the operating team for losing his lover’s life to look forward to. Still, the tension hadn’t fully bled out his body until the point where the surgeon had told him that the appendix had been removed successfully, and that Rhys was now resting in his room. 

The kid was still asleep, as pale and as still as Jack had ever seen him. Despite the assuring bleep of the machines and the steady rise and fall of Rhys’ chest underneath his thin hospital gown. Grateful that no one else had decided to stay in the room with him, Jack took a seat at Rhys’ bedside, careful of the young man’s IV as he carefully took Rhys’ hand in his. 

Things were quiet for awhile, and Jack was about to wonder if he was going to go crazy counting his boyfriend’s exhales, when suddenly Rhys started to stir.

Kitten?” Jack gasped as he grasped Rhys’ hands in both of his, waiting with bated breath as Rhys’ expression started to shift, his eyelids fluttering as his head turned to the side. Little by little, Jack was greeted with a familiar blue and brown as Rhys’ eyes opened halfway, looking around the room dazedly. 

“Rhysie….?” Jack whispered softly as the young man let out a tiny, sleepy moan. He was clearly still out of it, caught in the effects of the anasthesia. Which was fine, Jack was content to hang around and hold the kid’s hand

But then Rhys started talking

 “Muhh….J….Jack…” Rhys moaned, voice weak and reedy as he softly smacked his lips together, Jack stiffened, staring down at the young man in surprise. Rhys didn’t sound all that….conscious, like he was babbling in his sleep. 

“Yeah, pumpkin?” Jack whispered softly, not wanting to scare him. Rhys’ eyes just dazedly flicked up to him

“Oh….hey. Can you please….gotta tell Jack…” Rhys murmured, shifting slightly in his bed. Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked down on the loopy young man. Tell him what? Jack knew everything about Rhys that might be considered a dirty little secret. Turn-ons, pet peeves, ex-boyfriends. If he was planning some kind of drug-induced confession, there wasn’t much on the table that Jack didn’t already know about, or suspect. 

“You gotta….tell Jack….I love him…” Rhys whined, blissfully unaware of how he had suddenly cause Jack to freeze up in his chair, a blush reaching new heights in his cheeks as he stared down at the incoherent man. What was that?

N….No. No way. Sure, Jack cared for the kid, bought him new clothes and fancy food and fucked him so hard he was pretty sure they could hear his cries on the street below his penthouse, but love was something he figured he’d stopped dealing with years ago, when he’d given up on marriage and family and decided to just pluck whatever pretty thing he liked out of the crowds. 

And yeah here his precious little addled idiot was, gushing his blubbery little feelings out all over Jack’s lap as if the older man knew at all what to do with it. 

“Love him…so much….” Rhys continued, and damn the little lovestruck way he said that word was getting Jack redder than all the times Rhys’d wrapped those pretty little lips around his cock. “He was s-so worried…hehe…he said he’s gonna bring my ice cream…” A little quirk of a smile tugged at Rhys’ slack lips that made Jack’s heart flutter. “Do you think….do you think he’d feed it to me…? I want him to…I wanna kiss him…he can taste the ice cream….”

Jack’s heart thumped in his chest as he made a mental note to order the biggest, fanciest sundae to Rhys’ room as quickly as possible. 

“Please….tell him, okay?” Rhys’s fingers weakly tightened on Jack’s hand, Jack giving him a warm squeeze in return.

“I…Okay, kiddo. I’ll tell him.” Jack promised, daring to lean in and kiss the young man’s forehead, even as his own skin was burning with blush at Rhys’ confession. He bit his lip as he watched the kid softly flutter back down into his nap, fingers relaxing against Jack’s warm grip and leaving the CEO alone with his thoughts.

Fuck. He wondered if some of the nurses would be willing to give some of the good stuff and knock him out instead.   

|| Chanyeol!SugarDaddy || Part 1 ||

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Summary: You stumble across a sugar daddy website. Since you are struggling with paying for things for college and books, you follow your friends’ advice and start to look for a sugar daddy. 


You sit on your rolling chair in fluffy white shorts and a long sweater that reached your knees. You were tapping your pencil on you forehead calculating the money you owed. You groan in frustration and pick up your phone to call your best friend, Tiffany. She recently got out of her piles of debts, faster than she should have. You wanted to get in on whatever she was doing.

 Your fingers skillfully dial Tiffany’s number. You wait until it rings four times before she finally picks up.

“Hello? Y/N? Is there an emergency.” she said, her voice laced with worry.

“No no! Umm.. I wanted to ask a question.” You say softly.

“I swear to god Y/N if you came to me to ask about the history homework, I don’t know!” She starts to scream in the phone.

“Tiffany! It’s not that! Umm… since your debt situation was cleared so fast, I want to learn how you did it.” I ask shouting back at her.

The line suddenly goes quiet.

“Hello?” I said with a softer voice this time.

“I don’t know if I want you in this business Y/N.” She said softly.

You eyes brighten with realization.

“Tiffany? Are you in the prostitution business?” You whisper into the phone as if someone was listening.

She yells through the phone and said, “NO OH MY GOD NO! I have a sugar daddy!”

“OH! Um, how did you get one?” You say as you lean back in your rolling chair.

“I used a website an-” She suddenly paused.

“You can only do this if you are truly desperate Y/N. You hear me?”

You nod and then managed to choke out a “Yes, I’m desperate!”

Tiffany hangs up and sends you the link to the website. You roll yourself back to your desk of billing and tax papers and open your computer. You type in the website onto the computer and wait for it to load. You swirl your chair around a couple of times and finally, it loads.

 You begin scrolling through the suitors.

A man that has a wife and wants to have sex on the low? That’s a definite no!

A school professor, age 30 and looking for someone under 19. Very kinky, into extreme BDSM. Not only is that a no, that’s disgusting. You feel a cold chill creep up your spine.

A CEO of a Hostess Suite just wants to spend time with someone. Likes to paint and not looking for a sexual relationship unless you want it. You tilt your head at his bio and start looking through pictures.

Woah! He’s handsome.

He looks like a decent guy and enjoys to paint too? You quickly private message him and got up to take a quick shower. You doubt this would work, after all, he could be a whole other person.

as you finish taking your steamy shower, you dry your wet locks and check the computer for the message. Surprisingly, he messaged you back.

‘Hello! I’m Chanyeol and I’m interested in meeting up with you. Come to this place and say that I sent you. See you later princess.”

You core fired up after hearing the nickname you’ve always been wanting to be called. You gulp nervously and reply to Chanyeol’s message with a,

‘I’m glad you are interested in me! I’ll stop by at 6:30 pm! See you later.’ You hit send and began to throw on some nice clothes and style your hair to impress Chanyeol.

 You walk out of your apartment, receiving a couple of compliments as you walk downstairs. You call a taxi and text Chanyeol you were on your way. Still hesitant, you decide to text Tiffany where you were arriving just in case something goes wrong.

You arrive at the hotel and you’re met with a warm breeze. You take your phone out of your purse and head towards the front desk. The man looked at you with a smile and said, “Hey miss, how may I help you?” I cough nervously and hand him my phone. “H-here, I came to meet Chanyeol.”

He tilts his head at the messages appearing in front of him. Then a sudden realization washes over him. “A-Ahh, You’re looking for Mr.Park.” He comes in front of you and offers his hand politely. “I will take you to him, he’s probably in his art studio upstairs.” 

He leads me to the elevator and pushes the button for me but he doesn’t get in the lift. I stare at him, confused. “When the elevator stops on the 15th floor, get off and turn a right and the 9th door will be your destination.” He gives me a smile and a wave. 

My palms start to sweat, all of these questions start to hurl at me. What if he gets disappointed when he meets me in person, what if he’s not at all like the profile picture? I should have thought this through and maybe did a background check on him. 

Before I could facepalm myself, I arrived at the floor. I follow the gentleman’s directions and I’m face-to-face with the 9th door on the right. I take a big gulp and gathered my courage to finally knock softly on the door. After knocking, I could hear some shuffling behind the door. 

When the door opened, I was faced with a gorgeous man with gray hair, a boyish grin, big ears and a paint-smeared face. He chuckles nervously when he opened the door with his artist smock still on. He takes it off hastily and invites me in. 

He scratches his neck and blushes slightly. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish trying to ask you a question. He finally managed to get words out and said, “Do you want a drink?” 

You shyly shake your head, yes and he fumbles to get a cup from the kitchen. You smile at his clumsiness and then turn your attention to his artwork. You gape in awe at the fine details he put into this painting. 

You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your daze. He hands you a glass of orange juice and beckons you to sit on the couch beside the painting. You start to sit and he focuses his attention on the art.

Confused at the meaning sugar daddy, you were wondering why he wasn’t making a move on you. “Hey, this sugar daddy thing…What exactly will I be doing?” You ask softly.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I wasn’t really looking for sex, but if you want sex I can give it to you. But I was thinking of having someone I can talk to and spend time with.” He answers honestly. You look at him surprised at the explanation and begin to relax in your seat.

You end up having a wonderful conversation with Chanyeol until it the sky grew dark. You look at the time and stand up from the couch. “Hey, Chanyeol I have to go now. When do you want me to come back?” 

He stands up and walks to his computer. “I’m going to transfer the money to your account. How does 1,500 sound?” You gasp at the amount, hoping he was joking. He chuckles at the disbelief on your face and pressed enter.

You check your phone to find $1,500 transferred to your account. He gives you a genuine smile and gives you a hug. “I really enjoyed spending time with you. Come back whenever you want, If I really need you then I will just contact you.” I nod at the suggestion and happily hug him back.

He sees me off until I get off the elevator on the 1st floor. I smile to myself as I walk out of the hotel.

What a good man.

Sugar and Spice (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him. 

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 4,348

Warnings: SUPER FLUFF, a lil’ angst, some swearing

Author’s Note: This was a a fic request sent in by @may85 who asked:

“How about a Negan one shot where the reader found out what kind of food was Negan’s favorite, so she goes out to find the ingredients, succeeds and makes it, but he finds out that she went outside the walls and flips his shit. Fluff with some delicious Negan kisses?” 

I don’t know why I picked pumpkin pie. I’m kind of one of those people who goes crazy over it in the fall, and I feel like Negan would like it too. This is just super fluffy and yummy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Big thanks to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic for me! <3

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As requested! the mobile version of our permanent masterlist, hyung line focused.  Here you can find every single scenario we have posted to this date. It will get updated constantly as we publish new works. Thank you for all the support to Bangtan Spells, we hope you enjoy the reading! (Maknae Line Post) (Seokjin’s - Hoseok’s - Namjoon’s)

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FLUFF / ROMANCE

FLUFF / DRAMA

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FLUFF / COMEDY

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FAMILY / FRIENDSHIP

FAMILY / DRAMA

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ROMANCE / DRAMA

ROMANCE / FANTASY

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ANGST / DRAMA

ANGST / ROMANCE


THE SUGA SERIES: DRABBLES

Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal

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It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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