way too happy to have these guys

— ask and you shall receive | pt 1 (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— smut, lots of oral, slow burn, dirty talk, dom! hoseok
words— 13,865

:: summary— your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

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Not All Men

“Not all men are rapists,” my Dad would grunt as he scrolled through his friends’ Facebook profiles and read the articles about sexual assault they’d posted.

“Not all men are abusive,” my Dad would mutter as he did research to disprove the domestic violence statistics that bothered him so much.

“Not all men are like him,” I’d mouth to myself, as Dad threw Mom across the room for having the temerity to contradict something he’d said.

After hurting her one night, he came to my room a few hours later. “You’re a sweet boy,” he told me. “I know you’d never harm a woman, no matter how much she deserved it. Not all men are like me. You don’t have a temper.”

I did have a temper, though. And I seethed.

Years later, I left for college an angry, confused young man.

I started off as a good student, but things began to decline as news from home trickled into my inbox. “Mom had to get stitches,” my sister wrote one day. “I’m off to the dentist to have a tooth capped!,” Mom wrote another time, leaving out all context about why. I knew.

I started drinking. My grades slipped. Depression spiraled, and while my rage remained internalized, I knew things were getting bad. I resented the women who turned down my advances. I’d say things about them behind their back - terrible, unforgivable things. My loneliness and isolation worsened. I sought out violent, misogynistic pornography. I hated myself for enjoying it as much as I did. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was what turned my father on, too.

At the end of the semester, I was looking forward to Christmas. I’d hoped the break from school would help ease the tension I felt. I wanted to be home with my family. I knew I’d be going back to the source of all my problems, but I didn’t care. Familiarity was preferable to being alone.

It turned out things had only gotten worse. Without me there, my father was out of control. Somehow my presence had been a kind of mediator without my knowing it. In some ways, he hadn’t wanted to disappoint me, his only son, by acting like how he truly wanted to when I had been living at home.

There were no brakes on that ride anymore.

Dad drank more than ever. Raged more than ever. And it seemed almost like second nature for him to push my mother or my sister out of his way with little regard for the force he used or where they’d end up as a result.
At Christmas dinner, we were gathered around the table. The family seemed to be in a decent enough mood after a day of Dad being on his best behavior. They were using the opportunity to enjoy the day. They were laughing and joking and celebrating. I couldn’t, though. I was overwhelmed by the stress. Stress from school. Stress from loneliness. Stress from my family. For the first time in my life, I felt like I might be losing control.

I did my best to put on a facade of good humor. I smiled and faked my way through dinner and most of dessert. Then my sister said something that I couldn’t laugh off. Something that stuck with me.

“I heard your ex Kayla is with Kevin Davis now. Talk about an upgrade, right?” She, and everyone else, laughed.

In any other situation, I would’ve laughed too. Kevin Davis was gorgeous. I had no residual feelings for Kayla, and I should have been happy that she’d gotten with such a good-looking guy. But all my feelings of rejection from the past few months bubbled to the surface. I started to breathe heavily. The room spun. Years of constant stress and anger and fear condensed in a wave, and everything went white.

Seconds later, when my vision returned, my mother was screaming. Dad had backed away from the table and was staring at me with fear and bewilderment. I looked at my sister. The remains of my sister. Half her head had been sheared away. Brain matter oozed onto the table and mixed with her plate of Christmas cookies.

Mom was hysterical and had rushed to my sister’s side. She was trying, with no success, to push the brain back into her daughter’s skull.

I felt hollow. Confused. The whole thing was so surreal that part of me thought I was in a nightmare. But then my father started to speak. Reality rushed in with a sickening jolt.

“You have a gift, Frank,” he told me. He spoke slowly. Methodically. I realized he was frightened. I’d never seen him like that.

“I didn’t know you had it,” he continued. I don’t. But your great grandfather did.” He paused. “Not all men can do that,” Dad whispered. “Not all men are like you.”

“Not all men.” The words swirled in my head and I thought back to every time he’d uttered those words. I felt nauseous. I flashed back to him sitting on the side of my bed, knuckles bruised from hitting my mother, saying that not all men were as horrible as he was. Yet here I was. Even worse. I closed my eyes and everything went white again. I felt a warm spray hitting my face. In the distance, there was another shriek from my mother.

I opened my eyes. My father had disappeared. The room was dripping with his blood. Steaming entrails stuck from the ceiling and, piece by piece, fell onto the table and saturated carpet.

Mom was huddled in the corner, sobbing. I got up from the table and she shrank back, muttering “get away from me” over and over and over between ragged breaths.

I surveyed the carnage. Then I left and never looked back. I’ve been on the run ever since. All day, every day, I hear my father’s voice echoing in my mind. “Not all men are like this,” and “not all men are like you.” I had believed him. Now, no matter where I go, when I see mens’ faces, I can’t help but wonder.

Current mood. Lately my life has been in such a pleasant flurry in the best way. Things have just been falling into place simply from me keeping a positive mindset, speaking things into the universe and manifesting the things that I want. I’ve been so unbothered and just happy it almost feels too good to be true, but I’m grateful for what’s happening now. Also, I think this might be the happiest I’ve ever looked.. photographically at least. lol what was even going on? Also ..how are you guys?! Are you all well? How are you guys mentally? I love you all🌻

How to Get Kin Memories Within Minutes - An Easy Method!

Hey guys!

I notice a lot of kin have a hard time getting memories from their canons. Everyone likes having memories: they make you feel more valid, they allow you to find canonmates more easily, and overall they’re really interesting and often nice to have.

I have a simple method for getting kin memories that has worked very well for me. I’ve gotten plenty of memories from it, and it’s been a great way for me to confirm kintypes I question. Sooo, I thought I would share it!

It’s an easy and quick process to go though: exactly what everyone wants!

It’s basically self-hypnosis, which is not as strange and crazy at it sounds. Hypnosis is a very natural thing, and we go into hypnotic trances very often in our everyday lives (e.g. when watching TV). It’s not scary at all. It’s really relaxing, and is actually pretty similar to meditation.

(This can also be useful to fictives with unclear memories!)

I’ll cut to the chase and list the steps bellow the break~

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Quiet - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch


A/N -  Thanks so much for the ongoing support for all the one shots I keep spamming you guys with. Any requests would be appreciated 

Bucky x Reader - Bucky gets jealous over Steve’s constant need to save you.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut.

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7.17 - The Born-Again Identity: Cas saves Sam

“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it. It’s better this way. I’ll be fine. Now, Sam… This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.

OKAY BUT LISTEN


A while ago I read a theory about Patton’s room. It talked about how, while it made Patton happy because he is generally a happy person, it would hurt the others. Virgil would have more anxiety, Logan would get depressed (because intelligence is linked to depression) and Roman would be yelling and way too excited.


The theory was right.


Guys, Patton was afraid to let them in his room.


Only Logan realized Virgil was suffering because the room had already ‘captured’ the others and he didn’t understand nostalgia so he couldn’t indulge in it as much.


Virgil is still in the room. It looked like he was having sensory overload.


I’m so scared.

Please Watch “Orange”

Ok everyone. I’m sure some of you have probably heard of this anime, and those people who have heard of it have probably strayed away from it for the same reasons I did. 

I am a huge fan of romance anime. I’m basically addicted to anything involving love, but I was weary of this show, called “Orange,” because (1) you learn from within the first few minutes of the first episode that the love interest is going to die, (2) it looks really cliché, (3) it is not very popular, and (4) it looks sad. 

I was wrong. So very wrong. 

(1) Yes, the anime has its bleak, raw moments, but those moments were the ones that I never had anticipated that I would appreciate the most. Something that definitely became an admirable point of the anime was its very real, non-sugar-coated portrayal of depression, mental illness, suicide, and grief. This series does what most shojou romance series shy away from and actually shows the audience what depression is like through Kakeru, the fated-to-die protagonist, and the seriousness of suicide. 

As someone who has personally battled with clinical depression for years and has been to therapy and counselling, this anime hit home for me. The faking smiles, pretending everything is okay, the self-loathing, thinking you are at fault, thinking you are a burden to others, denying yourself happiness, not allowing yourself forgiveness, and the thoughts of death; they are all things that I could relate to. They even included how you can still experience moments of true happiness even if you are depressed, but how it never really goes away. Sure, this anime might not be as light-hearted as others, but it’s the heart-rending instances in this show that give it so much impact and substance. 

(2) This anime does have some clichés (i.e. cultural festival, giving chocolates on Valentines Day, new kid at school sits next to the main character), but the plot completely colors these events in ways that make them so much more meaningful and different than you have ever seen them. One of my main concerns going into this show was that I would be bored, but I ended up watching it all in one sitting simply because of how much I needed to know what would happen. Additionally, the secondary characters are wonderfully fleshed out and are actually important to the plot, instead of feeling like accessories. 

(3) I know this anime was based off of a manga (which I had once picked up on a whim, but put down once I saw how sad it was probably going to be), but I have never heard people talk about it, like ever. Even when the show came out (which it did recently), there was no buzz about it. Although the lack of chatter surrounding Orange only made me more pessimistic regarding the quality of the show, if there is anything I have learned from watching hundreds of anime, it is that sometimes good shows can fly beneath the radar. I am glad I decided to pick it up after it’s completion and give it a chance, because I just found a series that has easily earned a spot on my top 10 list. 

(4) Is this anime sad? Yes. Is it too sad to watch? No. The biggest obstacle that stood in my way for this show was the fact that it pretty much promised from the get-go to be sad. “But love is supposed to be happy and have a happy ending,” you might say, “so how can that be possible when one of the protagonists is destined to commit suicide.” I don’t want to spoil it, so all I can tell you is that I was very pleased with the conclusion and it ends much differently than you are lead to believe it will. Trust me guys. My heart is made of glass. I would not recommend this show to anyone if I didn’t think the denouement was really good

So, in conclusion, set aside a few hours one day and let this series show you its magic! 

Katie’s Graduation Present

Katie’s Graduation Present | Phil Lester has missed the majority of his daughter’s high school years because he’s spent the last four years in the military. When Dan finds out he’s going to miss her graduation, too, he throws a fit, and doesn’t even say “I love you,” before hanging up on him. So who’s the military guy in blue at the bottom of the bleachers? | Phan | Teen and Up | Reunion fic, light angst, happy ending, Parent phan | 1,849 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I may have spent a good portion of the morning watching military reunion videos and I cried so hard I wrote a fic with my tears.

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I DID IT!!

stayed up way too late working on this but oh well. here you have it, the opening of Race to the Edge as if it was made like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. i hope you all like it!

EDIT: the size is fixed! plus, my older brother (who knows Adobe Premiere a lot better than I do) helped me make it so much better. also, thanks for the notes, you guys! I’m so happy you all love it!

after midnight

“You’re my best friend.”

Part I / Part II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Rating: Mature
Words: 3126

A/N: This is loosely based on some lines in Blink-182’s song After Midnight, and you should listen to it bc it’s a great tune. I started this ages ago and forgot about it and when I found it I loved it. I also snuck in requests - 3 from this and 79 and 148 from this. I hope you like it ^^


His hands are under her thighs, keeping her close, and her chest is pushed against him, her arms around his neck. Shawn walks lazily through the dark, moving carefully so as to not let her fall.

“You know, I wouldn’t do this if you weren’t my best friend,” Shawn slurs.

“I know,” she grins and turns her head on his shoulder to place a messy kiss on his cheek.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Shawn sighs, pushing up on his toes with force so that she moves higher up on his back, then stalks on slowly along the trail.

“You wouldn’t have had to. This is your fault by the way, you had it coming,” she accuses.

“How is it my fault?” His head snaps to the side and he stumbles, almost falling, but his hand takes hold of a low branch just in time.

“Well, you decided it was a good idea to take a shortcut through the woods while we’re both drunk this late at night and I’m wearing heels that are higher than Wendy was when we left, so it’s only fair you help me out by not letting me trip and die.”

Shawn laughs at her dramatic wording of the situation. “But you had fun though, didn’t you?”

“Loved it! Birthday girl is as alive as the night. You used to have a crush on her, right? Didn’t you get her number before? You never told me how that went.”

“We did talk, but we just stayed friends because she’s been with her girlfriend for years,” Shawn says, chuckling.

“Oh, that explains it. Girls are either blind or gay if they pass on you, because you’re a catch and you’re hot. I think you’re like, really hot.”

Shawn stops walking and turns his head to look at her. This isn’t something she would have said had she not been drinking earlier. He likes to think that their friendship is strong because of the way it has so many sides; they crack jokes at each other’s expense, and they bicker like an old married couple, but they also understand each other like one would their soulmate. They can read one another with a single glance, and they’re always there when the other needs them. They casually tell each other ‘love ya’ when they hang up the phone or when they text goodnight, but platonic is the word he would use to describe them. They’ve even given each other pep talks in order to boost their egos in preparation for first dates. This however, is nothing like that platonic love. These are uninhibited words, an honest thought, because she would never admit to finding him attractive like this.  

As if she’s realised what she just said, she clears her throat and brings her hands to his shoulders and loosens the grip of her thighs around him. “I think I can walk now.”

Shawn bends his knees to let her down and he realises that she must have been lying because she steadies herself on every other tree that they pass. They walk the rest of the trail in silence, which isn’t unusual for them when they’re alone together; they can spend hours sitting next to each other without speaking while he plays video games and she reads a book with her legs across his thighs. But this stillness is a shy lack of words that are replaced by the buzzing of bugs and an owl hooting somewhere among the trees.

A while later, they arrive at the edge of the forest and then they stagger through a suburb he’s not sure he recognises, but the houses look similar to the ones in his area so they keep going until he feels dizzy, the last of the consumed alcohol getting to him. They sit down on the sidewalk in front of somebody’s garage for a while as she rubs his shoulders and back as he fights the nausea.

“I swear, if you throw up…”

“It would be pretty embarrassing for me to puke on Craig’s driveway,” Shawn says.

“That’s his house?” She turns to the garden and recognises the place. “Then by all means, go right ahead. He was such a dick after the breakup. He deserves some vomit on his lawn.”

“Nope,” Shawn replies, slowly standing up. “I think I’m good now.” He starts to walk and she drunkenly waddles behind him.

They’ve gotten themselves deeper in the area when their roles flip, and she’s the drunker one as Shawn starts to sober up, and she seems to have gained a sudden adrenaline rush.

“Did you have one of the brownies?” Shawn asks.

“No, but I was there when they were smoking,” she giggles with a grin on her face.

“You are so high,” he teases.

“Who cares?! Carpe noctem!” she yells into the night, then turns and starts to walk in reverse.

“What does that mean?” Shawn laughs, affected by her contagious bliss.

“It’s like carpe diem, except, you know, night,” she smirks at him and shrugs, then turns around to skip ahead.

“Let’s carpe this frickin’ noctem!”

She looks so alive in that moment, with a big smile plastered on her face and her arms spread out as she runs. Shawn thinks that there is nothing else he would be doing than following her down this street right now and he feels his chest fill with a strange feeling he doesn’t quite get. He follows her and wraps his arms around her waist, spinning her around him. She shrieks and squiggles free of his grip before turning to him. Giggling, she pokes the end of his nose with her fingertip before running off again. 

Shawn catches up to her and slows her down with a hand on her shoulder then hooks his arm around hers for good measure, because the alcohol and the marijuana has definitely gotten to her, and the last thing they need is for her to run into a street lamp and come home bruised.

They wander around for what feels like ages, their slightly drunken state paired with their carelessness doing nothing to help, but Shawn realises a while later that the street signs are no longer blurry. He’s unsure of where exactly they are relative to his place so he tries to remember how the streets are placed, but his mind still feels a little groggy. They follow a curve of streetlamps, and after a while he understands that they’ve been walking in circles.

“Are we lost or do you know where we are?”

“I’m not so sure anymore…” Shawn trails off, slowly spinning around to have a look at their surroundings.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he defends. He spots another street sign that he recognises and finally, he figures it out. “Come here, I think I know where to go now.”

He decides that walking down a straight road is a much better idea and it takes them another twenty minutes that feel more like an hour, but soon enough they’re in front of Shawn’s backyard, slowly opening the gate and sneaking in like thieves.

“Home at last,” he sighs in relief.

“It wouldn’t have taken so long if we hadn’t gotten lost,” she mutters.

“I’ve taken that shortcut a thousand times, and that’s never happened to me,” he defends.

“Have you ever taken it after drinking?”

“You make a fair point.” Shawn shrugs, and his eyes fall upon the dark window of his sister’s room. “We have to be quiet,” he says, holding a finger in front of his mouth. “I think they’re asleep.”

“I’m not gonna have any problems being quiet, you’re the one with long, clumsy legs. And your balance is shit when you’re drunk,” she taunts.

“For your information, I have sobered up quite a bit. See,” he says, lifting one leg behind him as he leans forward with his arms spread out, but he puts his foot back down when he wavers.

“By the looks of your balance and your face you haven’t.”

“My face?” He asks, his fingers automatically going up to his cheek.

“You blush after two beers.”

“I do not.”

She pulls out her phone and quickly snaps a picture of him with the flash on, and he’s momentarily blinded when the light hits his face. When he blinks his eyes open he sees the picture of himself, eyelids tightly shut, nose scrunched up, and yes, cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink.

“Shit.”

“Damn right,” she says. “Let’s get inside now, I’m fucking freezing.”

“No, wait, I just had the best idea!” he grins. “What if we get in the jacuzzi?”

“Shawn, it’s two am.”

“You were the one who said ‘carpe noctem’. Are you too chicken to follow through?”

“No, but I didn’t bring extra underwear,” she whines.

“We can just get in naked!” He grins, an excited look on his face. “I promise to let you borrow my clothes,” he bribes.

She squints thoughtfully. “Fine. But if I’m going commando, so are you.”

“Deal.”

She undresses and gets into the water first as he turns away, and then he makes her cover her eyes as he sheds his clothes. He carefully dips his feet into the water first, then sinks into the welcoming heat.

“You can open your eyes now,” he says.

“It’s not like I needed to close them anyway, it’s pitch black. I can hardly see you.”

“Can you see me now?” Shawn asks as he moves closer until he’s sitting right next to her.

“Yes, your cheeks are like a neon sign,” she chuckles.

“Fuck off,” he laughs. “As much as a dick you are, this is nice. Let’s  make this a tradition. Every time we come to my place drunk, we get in the tub.”

“Are you serious?” She laughs. “What about during winter?”

“Right…” Shawn mumbles and thinks it over for a second. “Quickie. We just get in and get out.”

“Alright, but we get hot chocolate after.” She smiles at him quickly before her face falls. “I just realised that we’re gonna freeze our asses off when we get out of the tub. Can we just stay here forever?”

“I don’t think my parents would be too happy to find us naked in the morning.”

“Your parents,” she groans. “We have to get out.”

“But it’s so cold. Think we can just live with the embarrassment tomorrow?”

She deadpans. “I’ll bake you a cake if you get us towels,” she offers, her face now sporting a sweet smile.

Shawn makes his second agreement for the night, negotiating his way to a two tier cake with muffins on the side, even though he knows she would have baked for him anyways, then runs inside, knowing full well that she has a good view of his arse and will most likely tease him about it later. Shuffling through a cabinet in the bathroom, he finds two large towels and hurries back outside. When he returns with one of the towels hanging from his hips, she’s sitting on the edge of the tub with her back turned to him, arms twisted around her bare body. Her shivering figure is a pitiful sight, so he walks up from behind and wraps the other towel around her.

She flinches at the unsuspected contact, but relaxes when she sees it’s him. “Thanks,” she says, pulling the towel tighter against her. “I got it, you can let go now,” she says, looking up at his eyes when he doesn’t remove his arms.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” He swallows and takes a couple of steps back, giving her some space.


Shawn passes her a t-shirt and steps into a pair of sweatpants himself while she pulls his shirt over her head, then slides in under the big blanket next to her, sighing at the comfort of his own bed.

“I love your pillows. They’re so big,” she says, shoving her cheek into one of them as she hugs another.

“Are you still drunk?”

She reminds him of his cat when she was still a kitten, how she would fall asleep curled into her own body, and he thinks that she looks pretty damn cute the way she resembles the feline, wrapped in his blanket and surrounded by pillows.

“No, ‘m sober, I swear,” she mumbles.

“Good, then I don’t have to take care of your drunk ass.” Shawn tugs the pillow that’s in her arms and places it beneath his head, smirking when he sees her appalled expression.

“That’s not fair, I’m freezing and it was keeping me warm,” she says, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

“I need a pillow too,” he says. “But I can cuddle you, I’m warm.”

She places her palm hesitantly on his bare chest, then grins. “Oh my God, you are a furnace. Please hold me,” she pleads although he has already offered to, removing the barrier between them and shuffling closer.

Shawn voluntarily wraps his arms around her and she snuggles into him as he quickly rubs his hand against her back to generate heat. He inhales the smell of her shampoo, a floral scent he can’t quite place, and that strange feeling that he still doesn’t understand comes back. He feels his heart beat faster and he wonders if she realises, because lying in bed like this with her, this close, reminds him of the first time he had a boy in his bed. It reminds him of how he felt when the boy had placed his fingers on Shawn’s cheek and gently kissed him, how they had slowly explored each other with nervous hands. But he shouldn’t be feeling this way, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking of kissing her because the person he’s holding is his best friend.

She hums and he is pulled back from his thoughts. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s the Canadian in me,” he chuckles.

“Uh, not technically, because you don’t have Canadian genes,” she says.

“I keep forgetting that. Well, then evolution has just done a great job with me. I’m also supposedly really hot.”

She chuckles, slapping his chest with her palm gently, and the quiet returns, but this time it’s nice. They don’t need to fill the empty air with small talk; they’re comfortable like this. Along with the comfort comes the thought of a them in Shawn’s mind.

“Did you know that I had a crush on you when we were twelve?” Shawn doesn’t know where the first words to break the silence come from, but they slip past his lips before he can stop himself.

“What?!” She moves abruptly, resting on her forearms as she faces him.

“Yeah. It wasn’t as much of a crush as I thought you were cute, but I also kinda wanted to kiss you, if that makes sense?”

“That sounds like a crush to me,” she laughs. She smiles above him, and Shawn think he sees a faint blush on her cheeks but tells himself he’s imagining things, but then she speaks, “I thought you were cute, too. I mean, I still think you’re cute. Now you’re my best friend.”

He grins, scanning her face for any message, but she just has a faint smile on her lips. Then he notices how her eyes move down, and he wonders, this is when he’s supposed to kiss her, right? That’s how she’d instructed him when he was nervous for his first kiss. He remembers how she had held his face between her hands, whispered against his lips, telling him how to make it better by going slow, and how she had pulled back just before their lips touched. She had told him that girls had a look on their face when they wanted a boy to kiss them, and he was almost certain that this was that look. Hell, he had kissed plenty of girls since, but this is his favourite person, and this means so much more.

He’s hesitant, but he recognises the movement of her eyes and how she licks her lips, and he knows. He lifts his head the slightest bit when she moves hers lower. Shawn thinks everything has stopped, his heart, time, the air around them; everything feels still. Then he realises how absurd the situation is, and he bursts into laughter.

She places her hand over his mouth, attempting to silence him while she giggles into his chest. He makes a strained noise under her hand, and licks her palm when she doesn’t remove it.

“Ew! Why would you do that?!” She wipes her palm against his stomach, and her hand lingers there for a second, and then her eyes look down to his exposed abdomen. “Shut up,” she mutters, when she sees the smirk on his face.

They lie like that for a while, quiet, close to each other, and grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re my best friend,” he says.

Then he moves closer again. She mirrors his movement, tilting her head slightly to the side. Their lips are nearly touching when he pauses, because he has to ask.

“Promise we’ll be okay after?” Shawn whispers the words, terrified of what they mean and what the impending kiss could mean.

“I promise,” she whispers just as quietly. Then she leans in until their lips are touching.

The kiss is sweet, innocent, and gently lingering. But then Shawn’s fingers move to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and his fingertips brush her neck when he retracts his hand, but her neck feels like a good place for his fingers to be so he rests them there and slowly strokes the skin. She gasps at the feeling, and her mouth falls open, and then the kiss becomes kisses and they become fast and sloppy until sounds can be heard between their mouths. They pull away for a second to catch their breaths, but immediately resume. Shawn’s hand crawls up her back between the shirt and her flesh, and he rubs her back soothingly.

“Mm, too much tongue,” she mumbles against his lips.

Shawn pulls back, offended. “Too much teeth,” he counters.

“Sorry, I’ll be nice,” she laughs, delivering a gentle peck on his mouth.

Her lips are soft against his, and she just feels so nice, and Shawn thinks that he wouldn’t mind doing this more often.

“I think I like kissing you,” he mumbles.

“I think I like kissing you too,” she replies.

They kiss again for a while, slowly this time, until they stop because Shawn almost dozes off. So they hold each other close with loose grips and gentle hands and talk about everything but the kiss, because they don’t need to.

I have a lot of feelings for my dad.

Inktober 2017 day 1: The Old Hero

VACATION

Hey guys! I’m going on vacation for two weeks, leaving tomorrow and at Saturday night I will be on a ship to Norway! I’m super excited (never been in Norway before!) and scared at one time (as always when it comes to big trips). Anyway I decided to rest without my laptop what means I won’t be able to draw digitaly. Here I wanna say sorry to all peps who left a request and commissioners, I remember about you all! I have few things already started but it all has to wait till I’m back

You’ll see me reblogging, will check tumblr occasionally and I hope to post my sketches from the journey! Maybe I’ll leave some photos too, who knows ♥ 

*hugs all of you* C’ya!

anonymous asked:

Thank you for this amazing hadcannons. I love them so much! May I request a hadcannons about RFA+Saeran+V preparing to meet MC's parents for the fist time? Thanx!

Thank you! And this was a cute one! Hope you like them:) 


Zen:

  • You told Zen that your parents had invited you both to dinner for the first time
  • He tried to play it cool, but he was super nervous
  • He was scared they wouldn’t approve of him
  • Also scared they’d seen some of his plays…
  • Promiscuous Jalapeno Toppings
  • He goes through a hundred outfits trying to find the perfect one
  • “MC, does this tie say ‘mature’ or ‘I’m too poor to provide for your daughter’?”
  • “Zen, relax.” 
  • When the night finally arrives, he realizes he had nothing to worry about
  • His parents have never actually heard of him
  • They’re impressed by his career and his ambitions
  • Zen is literally the perfect gentleman throughout the night
  • Offers to help your mom clean up
  • He’s pretty chill when it comes to your dad
  • He’s been in meeting with directors so he controls his nerves well
  • Your parents love him by the end of the night, and want you to bring him around more often

Yoosung:

  • Surprisingly, he isn’t nervous at all when you tell him about the invitation
  • That is…until the day of the dinner
  • Gets super nervous that your parents think he’s too immature
  • Realizes he only has tshirts and hoodies in his wardrobe
  • So he goes out and buys a whole new outfit
  • He asks a billion questions about your parents on your way there
  • He almost pulled out a notebook to take notes
  • The night starts out really awkward
  • Yoosung ends up talking a lot because he’s just so nervous
  • He starts to calm down after the meal since he sees how your parents are
  • Everything is going great until…
  • “So, what are your hobbies?”
  • That’s when you swoop in “Oh, he likes to work on computers for fun.”
  • Your mom appreciates how traditional he is, considering his background
  • Your dad likes how innocent he is and how he’s never dated anyone before you 
  • On the way back, he can’t stop talking about how good of a time he had
  • He loves your parents

Jaehee:

  • You and her decided to go on a road trip for a mini vacation
  • You’re near your hometown when your parents call and tell you to stop by on your way
  • While Jaehee agrees, she’s also a little nervous
  • What if your parents hate her from pulling you away from your original career plan to run a small cafe?
  • Also, considering she never had good family experiences, she feels a bit awkward and out of place
  • Unconsciously slips into her super formal behavior
  • Your parents are super impressed with her manners
  • She helps your mom with dinner
  • When she finds out your father is into business, she gets into a deep conversation about various business topics
  • That’s when the cafe comes up
  • She’s happy to find that they’re very proud of the accomplishment you two built together
  • You didn’t catch when your mom and Jaehee exchanged numbers
  • You’re half way through your road trip and Jaehee is just like
  • “Your mom and I were talking about having a beach day soon. What do you think?” 
  • Your family basically adopted her

Jumin:

  • The dinner was his idea
  • Considering he never met your parents, he thought it the proper thing to do
  • He meets a lot of important people, so he’s used to this
  • But he’s still a little nervous because it’s your parents and he wants to make a good impression
  • He of course gets a gift–just something small though
  • He gets them a small set of wine glasses with a small but intricate design
  • He’s easy going when you first get there
  • But you can tell it’s the manners he usually reserves for business meetings
  • After a while, he loosens up a bit
  • He really loves the feeling of a small, close family
  • Your parents really like him
  • He really bonded with your mother
  • He never really had a mother figure that was as caring in his life
  • Your dad liked him, but was a bit worried because Jumin seemed stiff and emotionless at first
  • He wanted to make sure his daughter was loved
  • But then he witnesses a small moment between you two as you both are getting ready to leave
  • He has no doubt about Jumin’s love now
  • Your mom sends Jumin home with a lot of food, even though he mentioned he has a chef at home
  • He savors every bite of that food, it’s so cute really



Seven:

  • He actually brought it up
  • He’s big on family and he wants to make sure you keep connected with your family as you two get a new start on life together
  • He gets super nervous thought when the dinner is planned
  • He’s tempted to do some hacking to find out about them, but he resists
  • Instead, he asks you a lot of questions about your parents and what they’re like/what they like
  • You notice that he asks more about your mother though
  • You notice that he’s really antsy on your way there, and you try to assure him that it’s all fine
  • He’s uncharastically stiff when you get there
  • Dinner is a little awkward until in the middle your dad just kinds of blurts out
  • “Uh…You’re different from what MC described.” 
  • You had told your parents he was a kind, but funny jokester/ “memeking”
  • After that, he loosened up feeling how relaxed you parents seemed to be
  • He offers to help your mother with the dishes (miracle cuz he never cleans)
  • She was impressed and asked if he used to help his mother when he was younger
  • He gets a bit emotional and vaguely tells her some of his story
  • She gets quiet before saying “Well, if you ever need some motherly nagging, you can call me.”
  • He tears up and your mother embraces him
  • Your mother also gives him an abundance of food to take home he needs it
  • You guys end up having get togethers really often

Saeran:

  • He’s trying to avoid it for awhile
  • But when it came up, he couldn’t refuse
  • He was pretty sure your parents might hate him
  • So he brought cupcakes from a local bakery
  • Who can hate someone who brings cupcakes?
  • He’s trying not to be too edgy
  • So he smiles a lot….way too much really
  • He’s genuinely happy to experience the feeling of a family, considering his own background
  • But he’s so self-aware about smiling, he was forcing it
  • So it was bit awkward when he nearly sliced off his finger with a knife and was still smiling
  • Your parents were a bit wary because of the incident
  • After a bit of coaxing from you, he relaxes
  • You also tried to warn your parents ahead of time  that he didn’t have a good childhood
  • So the topic of his past was never brought up
  • Your parents try to make him as comfortable as possible
  • In the end, your parents thought he was really sweet
  • They knew he meant well and could see you two cared for each other deeply
  • It took him a few visits to loosen up and be himself, but he eventually got accustomed to your parents

V:

  • Your parents invite you two over for dinner
  • V is actually excited for it
  • He gathers a few of his favorite photos and frames them as a gift
  • When you guys get there, he’s so good with breaking the ice
  • He compliments your mother’s cooking
  • Both of your parents like how he treats you gently  and sweetly
  • He has a lot in common with your dad and delves into philosophical topics
  • His mother also loves how mannerly he is
  • Your parents like how he respects tradition as well
  • You all were having such a good time, you lost track of the time and went home really late
  • But your parents invited you over again frequently

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Bts reaction to you being scared of them during an argument

Anon said: Hi there, can you do bts reactions to gf flinching/scared of them during an argument-if you haven’t done one already please accept this request- hope you have a nice day.


SeokJin:

Make him angry, I’ll wait. This guy would try not to fight, he would just make the situation better with making you laugh, or explaining the problem in a funny way. If the problem was too serious, he would sit down and talk it through, neither of you raising your voice. Unfortunately, this one time was different.

He was having a stressful day so far and this argument wasn’t making him happy at all. It was a serious matter, so you were both sitting down, trying to reach a meeting point, but it wasn’t working. All of the sudden, while you were talking, he interrupted you, shouting that you were wrong.

You weren’t angry at him, you understood the circumstances, but you couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes, since you weren’t having a good day and it was the first time he had ever shout at you.

He realised what he had just done; he just shouted at his baby. He stopped all of the sudden, looking at the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just-… I just had a rough day, please forgive me, let’s just cuddle a bit and talk about this tomorrow, please”

Yoongi:

He is the type of person to ignore fights, but if the issue was really serious, his face would completely change. Yoongi angry is definitely not something you see often, he usually sights at fights, he’s not one to respond, he would just ignore until one of you decided to say sorry, which would probably end up in make-up sex, but that’s another story.

This time he did respond, he was angry for god knows what at this point. He was stressed, a bad day at work and a fight led him to let you see this side of him, and he wasn’t proud of it. Mid-shouting he stopped, only to see your face. You weren’t crying, but you were in the middle of shocked and scared.

Yoongi felt his heart falling to the ground. This was not him, this was his stress talking, and he started having thoughts about you leaving him. He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong but he was shouting at you still. He was disgusted at himself. The moment you saw his eyes red after minutes of silence you took a hint of what was happening; he was about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love you, please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you”


Namjoon:

He’s more of the “let’s sit down and talk about it” type, so you have never really seen him shouting at you before that night.

Maybe it was work, maybe it was the pressure of the tour, whatever it was, he was really pissed. Unfortunately, the fact that you both started fighting didn’t help much. He wasn’t saying things to you, he was just shouting, but for a reason, you grew scared.

Once he finally realised that he was scaring his baby, he stopped. You both stared at each other for some seconds before he took you between his arms.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I promise you won’t see me like that again. I care about you too much, I’m sorry.

Hoseok:

Hoseok and fights are a really rare combination, but when it happens, it can get really heated, but he will never dare get close to you, he never dared say something that would actually hurt you, and he kept that promise.

This fight was like any other, you were arguing, sometimes shouting, but Hoseok always tried to keep it down.

What was different this time was that, in the middle of the argument, he saw a scratch in your face. You had probably just run into some branches on your way home, but he wanted to help. He started walking towards you and lifted his hand to touch the scar, but you hid under your arms.

This took him by surprise. Did you really think he was going to hurt his beautiful prince/princess?

Once you realised how stupid that move was, you let your arms fall to your side and stared at his shocked and disappointed expression.

“I would never dare hurt a single strand of your hair, ever. Do not ever think like that. Do you want to sit down and talk about this, baby?”

Jimin:

Even if he is a cutie, I am a strong believer that he can get angry if the issue had something to do with your safety, like if you did something reckless, for example. Either way, he never wanted to scare you, not at all.

He cared about you too much, sometimes even more than himself. He was mad about the fact that you didn’t take care of yourself properly, that’s why he raised his voice. He is not the one to shout a lot, but he did use a harsh tone, which caught you by surprise. He was looking at you straight in the eye, so he realised what he had caused only some seconds after.

Without thinking about it twice, he embraced you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

“I am sorry, but please take care of yourself. You mean the world to me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

Taehyung:

Even if he might be a squishy little cutie, he did get angry sometimes, but never at you. His grandparents have always told him not to shout at a pretty girl, so yes, he was a gentleman when it came to fights. It didn’t matter what was the problem, or if you were a bit too insistent, if you wanted some time alone to think, he would leave the room without talking, if you wanted to shout at him, he would let you do it. My point is, if he ever shouted at you, alcohol might be involved (and he doesn’t really drink so good luck with that lmao)

He had drank a bit of alcohol at a party with the rest of bts and yourself. Once you both reached home, you started fighting for a stupid thing, but obviously, he had a headache and was under the effects of the alcohol.

He cut you off mid sentence to shout for you to shut up because his head ached, which was understandable, but since you had never heard him shouting, you jumped a bit, taking a step backwards out of pure shock. He noticed immediately and regretted drinking the second he saw your reaction. He didn’t hug you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of himself. He muttered a soft “I’m so sorry” and went straight to guest’s bathroom and locked himself in it. He was disgusted at himself.

After some several time of you knocking on the door telling him it was okay and that you had pills for his headache, he came out. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn’t dare looking at you at the face.

You were the one who hugged him first, making him start crying again, rounding you with his arms and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to sleep with you tonight, I will take the sofa. But please forgive me, I don’t know what to do without you” But you obviously ended up cuddling all night.

Jungkook:

Fights were a big no-no for him, and after this one fight, he never dared shout at you. You were his gift, the only thing he treasured, there was no way in hell he would dare hurt you, physically or verbally.

But that happened after your first fight.

You both have never had a fight before this, you had never seen Jungkook angry. Even if he was just doing what any other person does during arguments, you hated when people shouted at you, it made you feel scared and vulnerable. He was shouting, and you started feeling bad. Interrupting him, you mouthed a soft “don’t shout at me” but obviously, he didn’t hear you, so you decided to shout it, making him stop.

You ran off the room, getting inside your bedroom and locking the door.

Without thinking if twice, you put on some headphones and turned the volume from your phone really high.

After around 20 minutes, you decided to confront him. Maybe you did take it too far, he wan’t doing something wrong after all, he was just angry, something we all feel.

Once you opened the door you saw Jungkook sitting outside the door on the floor. His eyes were red and irritated, his cheeks were puffy, and his face carried a strong feeling of guilt.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean that, please, you mean the world to me, I love you (y/n) please forgive me”

Got a bit carried away on the last 2 babies, hope you don’t mind! Also, my work is copyrighted, so do not claim it your own (you know who I’m talking about)

anonymous asked:

Hiya! First of all... I wish you the best of luck for mid terms! ❤ and could you do chocobros's reactions to their crush doing the "hey, could you hold something?" and puts their hand in theirs and leaves it there. Thanks!!! 😄

I could not stop smiling when I got this request! I just kept imagining it all and I could not contain my smile and giggles. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, nonny! *heart heart*


Prompto

  • He’s gonna be busy taking pictures around Lestallum when it happens
  • You guys are walking around together and you just finished buying a bunch of stuff from the camera store
  • “Hey, could you hold something?
  • “Sure” he thinks that you need help holding on to the things you purchased but nope
  • He’s gonna extend his hand thinking you’ll give him some bags to carry
  • “You sure this is all you need help with?” He says without looking
  • “Yep” and you squeeze his hand AND THAT’S WHEN HE NOTICES
  • He’s screaming internally and he’s turning 50 shades of red (HAHAHA), he’s also beaming and for some reason his face is stuck that way.
  • Once you get back to your hotel he’s not gonna wanna go inside because that means he’s going to have to let go of your hand
  • You guys walk around Lestallum 3 more times
  • When you tell him that he can hold your hand anytime, he finally agrees to retreating to the hotel.

Gladiolus

  • It’s gonna happen while you guys are on your way back from a hunt
  • He’s carrying a carcass on one arm while you carry some mushrooms in a bag
  • “Hey Gladio, can you hold something for me?”
  • He’s too tired to ask what it is so he just holds out his hand and wait for it
  • When you put your hand in his, he’s going to light up
  • He’s going to have this huge grin on his face and the carcass he was carrying? Doesn’t weigh like anything anymore.
  • He’s walking a lot taller now and he’s so happy it feels like he’s going to hug the hell out of the next person he sees 
  • Once you get to camp, he’s going to come up with some lame pick up line that has something to do with holding hands
  • But damn yo, Gladio’s gonna like you even more because you’re smooth af

Ignis

  • You and Mother Ignis will be out and about looking for ingredients when it happens
  • You guys haven’t bought anything yet
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Iggy looks at you a bit suspicious because you aren’t holding anything
  • “Come on! Just hold out your hand.” He needs a bit of convincing
  • When he finally does agree, he holds out his hand while inspecting you carefully
  • You put your hand in his and give him a big smile
  • You can see the gears in his head working trying to process the situation
  • He walks around while holding your hand, he adjusts his glasses A LOT
  • Poor guy is trying to keep his composure and he’s failing. He’s fidgeting a lot and is he stuttering???
  • Needless to say, you had a hard time getting the shopping done because Ignis seems to have misplaced his shopping list (Spoiler alert: It was in his pocket all along)
  • When you guys arrive at the hotel he’s going to be all gentlemanly with the “Thank you for allowing me to escort you around Lestallum”
  • You’re like “WTH Iggy” and now you’re both laughing so hard that everyone’s looking at you both

Noctis

  • You guys are off scouting for Havens together when it happens
  • “I could’ve sworn that I saw it around here… meh, maybe the other group found it already.” You guys are walking the opposite direction of everyone and the sun’s going to start setting soon
  • You’re carrying a small bag of supplies
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Noct’s going to hold out his hand to you while he’s walking
  • When you place your hand, he’s going to stop midstep and he’s going to look at your hand then his hand
  • “I’M HOLDING HER HAND???”
  • He’s just going to be standing there for a solid minute or two trying to process what’s going on
  • When he turns to face you, his face is beet red
  • Here he goes with the awkward head scratching
  • Poor guy probably already died 5 times in his head
  • The rest of the walk is silent but he rubs his thumb on your hand a few times
  • The guys call him saying they found the camping spot and asks you guys to follow
  • You and him walk REALLY REALLY slow, taking the longest way possible
  • It’s night by the time you guys arrive and camp’s all set up
  • The guys exchange looks with each other as you guys arrive in camp still holding hands
  • “That was nice” he says before letting go of your hand
Be warned: ANY sign can be a fuckboi
  • LOOK FOR THESE red flags:
  • Aries: If he moves wayyyyyyyy too fast. He’ll be the type to send dick pics way too soon. He’ll be moving you guys to the bedroom before you feel like either of you know each other. Like as if he'd be happy having sex with ANYONE in that moment.
  • Taruas: He won’t put forth any effort. The king of “netflix and chill.”
  • Gemini: The king of snapchatting you photos of himself 24/7. You’ll be flattered by how much attention he gives you on social networks sites but then when you guys hang out in real life, his eyes are still glued to his phone, probably snapchatting some other girls. Sorry, hun. Delete his snapchat, kik, instagram, twitter, tumblr and Facebook account and find a better Gemini. They're out there, trust me.
  • Cancer: He'll act like y'all are dating, but don't be fooled. When you want to take the relationship to the next step or want him to be accountable for his actions, he might emotionally manipulate you by whining about how his mom never loved him or how life is so rough for him. He's the king of playing the victim role. Tell him to grow up and get outta there.
  • Leo: He talks about himself. Even when you're talking, he still somehow is talking about himself. He'll be uninterested when you talk about your hobbies. He'll basically be a narcissist. It's hard not to fall for him because he's handsome and so damn cultured and interesting, but believe me, he's not worth it if he doesn't try to get to know you. You shouldn't have to force him to get to know you.
  • Virgo: Tells you how you should look and behave And yet HE’S the hotmess. If you see his room is a mess or if he's not ambitious, RUN. The thing to notice here is that he'll act like you should be grateful for his "helpful" tips, but he'll get pissed if you tell him how he can get his shit together. He dosent want to get his shit together. He just wants to stay a nervous wreck. He probably has a drinking or drug problem.
  • Libra: He’ll be romantic at first and tell you all the right things. But if you see him a few weeks later talking to some girl and you get a feeling he’s flirting without disclosing he's in a relationship, HE IS. He’ll be fickle as fuck too. If he keeps rescheduling dates without a justifiable excuse, FUCKBOI ALERT.
  • Scorpio: He might pull the wounded-puppy card like a cancer man. He’ll try to seduce you but before you get under the sheets with this sneaky scorpion, ask him about his hobbies. Scorpios are artistic but a fuckboi-scorpio probably has poetry, drawings or music about his ex that he isn’t over and will somehow find it flattering to show it to you. Tell him his poetry is nice AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE.
  • Sagittarius: His tinder says “looking for fun”. He’s aloof af. He may take you out with him to that one party or concert, but you have a feeling you’re not really WITH him. You’re just a piece of furniture that he’ll lean on every now and then. Oh and he probably won’t introduce you to his friends. You'll just be standing awkwardly.
  • Capricorn: If he tells you he doesn’t want kids until his late 40′s. You may think ‘well that's fine, I don't want to get married anytime soon- we can just date until then’ But what he’s really saying is he’ll just call you up as a booty call when he’s not too tired after work OR if none of his gaming friends are available. He may call you his girlfriend and act like a gentlemen. But if you two NEVER go on dates that don't involve getting groped at the movies or on his couch HE’S A FUCKBOI. Don't be hypnotized bc he has a car and a fancy job. His excuses for not seeing you might be something like,“I’m really stressed and busy with work… " but if he wanted to have you in his life, he would make the time.
  • Aquariaus: He’ll be like a sag- aloof and carefree. Very charming. And awkward. He's that guy who seems mysterious because he'll be distant sometimes. He'll be the opposite of a Leo and get to know you but he has no plans of actual commitment, he's just curious and find you interesting. Sadly, a fuckboi aqua has a short attention span. He probally won’t follow through with plans like the other air signs.
  • Pisces: He’ll whine about his previous broken relationships and read you his sad poetry like the cancer and pisces. Except HE won’t make the first move. He’ll probablly get drunk and hope you’ll be the one to make a move.
  • -
  • Not all guys are fuckbois. So I’m not saying every guy will be like this. These are just the red flags to look out for. BE WARNED AND GOD BLESS
  • Say it with me “I am better than a fuckboi”. Say it until you believe it.

Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.