alcohol is all gone

Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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chemistreat  asked:

i imagined teen noodle hosting a huge rager party at the band's hq to the song big fun from heathers while the guys aren't home and now my life feels complete

she takes a select few group of friends into her room like “wanna see some really cool shit” and opens her closet and shaun ryder’s massive disembodied head is just like “sup” and everyone shrieks

also the guys randomly come home in the middle of the party and open the door and everyone freezes and stares at them and it’s dead silent and muds goes very slowly “noodle……. is this……a party…….even though we told you not to throw one……….”

and then he goes “I’VE NEVER BEEN PROUDER OF YOU TURN IT THE FUCK UP” and russ is just giving her the Look that she knows means that she’s gonna get an earful later and stu wanders in behind them like “oh, i didn’t know we were having a party, i would have brought some crisps and dip if i knew”

Photographer!Andrew: Self Portraits

(part one) (part two)

  • As Neil and Andrew get to know one another more, Neil finds out a lot about Andrew’s life.
    • Andrew and Aaron were both in foster care as babies and their mom took Aaron back, as she was a recovering drug addict and could not afford to take care of both. 
    • Andrew drifted in and out of bad foster homes before going to juvie, though he won’t necessarily explain why. Neil suspects it was for breaking and entering, or something similar. 
    • after that time, Andrew was sent to live with his mother and brother, where he discovered that his mother was beating his brother and Aaron was addicted to drugs. 
      • Andrew confronts her and tells her he’s been through hell and that she’s the reason why. Tilda relapses, unable to cope with the guilt and overdoses a few days laters. 
    • A few years later, begins intensive therapy and is on medication because he got in a very violent fight with men who were attacking his cousin, Nicky Hemmick. 
    • Andrew got into photography as a way to cope, helped his cousin with various photoshoots and helped his brother work on his journalism career. He protects both of them with his life, though he never likes to show that he actually cares. 
  • Later, after Neil’s photoshoots and Andrew’s won several awards, they are sitting around really discussing Andrew’s life. This is when Neil learns all of the stuff about Andrew. He proposes another photoshoot idea. But this time: self portraits.
    • Andrew thinks this is a bad idea. He doesn’t like to show how he feels but Neil thinks it could be therapeutic and his therapist, Betsy Dobson, also believes it could help. 
  • Andrew admits that while he wants to be able to tell people about how he feels, his voice feels extremely muted. He thinks that people won’t believe him, or that it will seem like he is weak. So this where the concept for the series starts.

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anonymous asked:

Romantic sex in bath with Jeonghan (He's treating you like princess) I'd love to read that <3

welp because of the romantic aspect this turned out long with a lot of fluff in the beginning… hope you like it ♥

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The closer a certain date had come, the more excited about it Jeonghan had become, and the more he wanted to do something about it.

It would be your very first anniversary as an official couple, and it had to be celebrated.

He had gone through countless options regarding what he should do, and after deciding that some were a bit too grande for a first anniversary, he had settled with a few simpler ones he knew you’d still appreciate.

Jeonghan felt his phone vibrate, and his lips curved into a smile when he saw the message from you.

‘I’m on my way now ♥’

After he had replied it, Jeonghan went to the mirror in his bedroom, where he still made sure he looked fine. He was wearing a white button-down tucked into a pair of black jeans that were on the tighter side, and his hair was neatly done, so he decided there was nothing to fix.

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Drunken Problems.

“Seb?!” you called out as you walked through the front door. You waited for a minute, listening for a reply, but you never got one. You leaned back against the door and ran your fingers through your hair, upset. You had walked into an empty house once again. You sighed, sat your bag down on the table and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. You opened the cabinet door and closed your eyes when you saw all your alcohol was gone. Sebastian must be in a bad mood. You closed them and grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, kicking your shoes off and letting them fly in whatever direction.

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anonymous asked:

Hii can i please get an angst with happy endings for my ultimate bias yugyeom from got7 pleasee!!(:

Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long. I tried to make the ending as fluffy as possible, but I don’t know if I succeeded. If you don’t like it I can redo it. I hope you enjoy it.


Pairing: Yugyeom x (female) reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Originally posted by got7hoe

You felt the alcohol burn your throat as you swallowed it down. Your body facing towards the window in your living room. Your sleek black dress still hugging your frame hours after the funeral.

You went to gulp down more alcohol, but only a drop left the bottle. You groaned and threw the glass bottle at the wall. You needed another drink. You opened your sixth one that night and chugged it down. You laid on your back causing the alcohol to spill all over your dress.

“Great,” You laughed, “I’m a mess. If only my sister could see me. I’m a fucking mess!”

Your distressed laughter filled the empty room until they turned to sobs and screams. Your cries masking the sound of several knocks on your door.

“Y/N? Y/N, open up!”

You remained laying in the same spot, refusing to move especially for him. He could fuck off for all you cared. Today was terrible and he couldn’t even take the time to call you.

“Y/N I’m coming in!”

Your eyes remained trained on the ceiling. You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want to look at anything anymore. You didn’t want to breathe. You heard him scurry over to your still figure.

“Fuck, you smell like death.”

You flinched at his choice of words and shut your eyes. Yes, add some salt into the wound it’ll make everything better. “Get out.”

“Oh, fuck I didn’t mean to say that! I just mean you have alcohol all over you, we need to get you cleaned up.” He clarified as he attempted to lift you up. You pushed him away and grabbed your bottle, chugging the rest of the intoxicating fluid down into your system.

“I said get out. Leave. Leave!”

“I’m not leaving you!” He responded running his fingers through his hair. You turned towards him and noticed he was clad in a neat black suit. A chuckle left your lips before opening another bottle.

“Such an asshole…” You muttered.

Before you could even take another sip the bottle was harshly snatched out of your hands, some of the contents spilling out of the bottle. “Yugyeom!”

“I’m getting you cleaned up. Let’s go.” He sternly stated before lifting you up. Your legs wobbled a little so you grabbed onto his shirt to keep you steady.

“Don’t even touch me! You’re such a jerk you know that? I fucking hate you more than anything! Let me go!” You screamed. You punched at his chest in efforts to get him to drop you. You didn’t want him here. He wasn’t welcomed here anymore.

“I deserve that, I deserve more than that, but you need help Y/N.”

“Oh yeah? Well a huge ass fuck you to you too Yugyeom! If you wanted to help me you would’ve been there today! You weren’t there!”

“I told you I was busy!”

“Too busy to come to my sister’s funeral?! Not even for a second? I needed you! Today was the worst day of my life and you weren’t there! At least when my parents died I had someone by my side, I had Somi. But today I had no one!” You argued through your tears.

You fell onto your knees, your hand still gripping onto his white shirt. He dropped down next to you carefully and pulled you into his arms. You had every right to be furious with him. He wasn’t there for you when you needed him the most.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I deserve this, all of this. I’m your best friend, but I didn’t act like it today. You needed me today and I should’ve dropped everything to be there for you.” Yugyeom apologized. He tightened his hold on you, not caring if he would reek of alcohol as well.

“Everyone is gone Yugy… My parents, Somi, I’m all alone.” You whispered into his chest.

He cupped your cheeks and lifted your head so you made eye contact. Your faces only inches apart. “You have me, I’ll never leave you. I love you too much.”

Suddenly you felt a pair of soft plump lips touch yours shortly. The quick kiss causing your heart rate to speed up. It ended just as quickly as it started. You were at loss for words if you were going to be completely honest.


“Shit, I’m sorry. This isn’t the right time for that is it? Fuck of course it isn’t, I’m such an idiot. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You laid your forehead against his chest and contemplated what you were gonna do next. Was this you or the alcohol making this decision? You already couldn’t see correctly, let alone stand, so what makes you think you’re thinking straight? Still, it wouldn’t hurt would it?

You leaned up slowly, your eyes trained on your target, and connected your lips with his. The kiss soft snd sensual. You deepened the kiss and pushed him down onto the floor. Your legs on either side of you as your hands were splayed all over his chest. You grinded your hips into his and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait, stop stop.”

“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted? You kissed me.. you said you loved me..”

“You’re drunk and in pain Y/N. I don’t want it this way, not like this.” Yugyeom explained sitting up. You crawled off of his lap, but your head remained low.

“I wanted you to take the pain away.”

“I can do that, but by having sex with you when you’re drunk and coping with the loss of your sister I feel like I’m manipulating you. When you’re sober we can talk about this more. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll run you a bubble bath and make you your favorite tea.” He said helping you off the ground.

“Yugy, thank you.”

“That’s what best friends are for.”

anonymous asked:

ikkaku receiving a confession by a long time friend or someone he knows by association (like they hang w yumichika or renji or st), whatever works best but...i wanna marry him 😤

Aaaah, yes! Please enjoy!

“I don’t remember you being such a quitter!” Ikkaku yelled as his Zanpakuto clashed with Renji’s. “You’re telling me you’re tired already?”

“Yeah, right!” Renji quipped. Another strike of his blade. “’Just that seeing this fight go nowhere is starting to get boring.”

“I agree,” you and Yumichika said at the same time, watching on with bored expressions. You were sitting cross-legged under a tree, your head propped up on your hand as it rested on your knee. They both ignored you, and you and Yumichika exchanged exasperated looks.

They’d been at it for hours, and they never seemed to tire. The trash talking started while on the way to the training grounds, and hadn’t stopped since. It had all been quite entertaining in the beginning, but watching those two losers bicker while they both tired was getting to be tedious. The only upside to this was that Ikkaku looked damn fine, covered in tiny bleeding cuts, sweat, and dirt, that smirk on his face that showed he was having a grand time sparring with his friend. Still, though, you were getting antsy just sitting there.

“I wanna drink,” you called out, getting to your feet in one fluid motion and clapping the dirt off your hands. It was getting late, the sun just starting to set behind the mountains, and if you didn’t hurry, your usual place was bound to be filled up. Yumichika sighed in relief, moving to join you from where he leaned against the tree with his arms crossed. “You can both join us whenever you’ve finished flirting.”

“Hah?” came the chorused question from both the blood-covered idiots. Before Ikkaku could make his inevitable retort at the thought of flirting with the redheaded lieutenant, Renji sheathed his Zanpakuto.

“I’m in,” he said, picking his way over to you with a quick look over his shoulder at his bald sparring partner. “You in, or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grumbling, Ikkaku, too, put away his sword, and rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders. “I got it, let’s go.”

Picking up a familiar pace, Ikkaku by your left side as he always was when you walked together, the four of you made your way to your regular bar. Immediately upon entry, you were greeted by the staff by name, and shown to your usual table, your drinks already waiting. Nights at the bar with this particular crowd happened at least twice a week like clockwork, and you couldn’t wait to be seated next to Ikkaku to enjoy the conversation, and the best sake in the Seireitei. 

You didn’t know when these feelings of yours started to develop, but there they were one day, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were suddenly very aware of his presence, and of everything little unconscious gesture he made. Th grin he made while he was listening to friends tell their stories, the sly little lick of his lips when he was finished taking a sip of sake, the cool way he lounged at the table, with one leg pulled up as he rested his arm on it, sake cup in hand. Dammit, the man wasn’t even trying and your heart gave a little flutter. All of this didn’t escape Yumichika’s insightful gaze, and he’d been increasingly difficult to ward off. You remembered distinctly the time he cornered you, blatantly accusing you of being infatuated with Ikkaku, all sharp, but encouraging smiles. It still gave you chills to think about how astute he could be.

As the night wore on, the conversations flowed seamlessly, easily transitioning from one topic to the next until you four had been there for several hours. Throughout the night, Yumichika had been edging farther into your space, causing you to scoot away from him…and closer to Ikkaku. Currently, you were practically pressed up against him, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his toned, muscular body. If you didn’t know any better, you would have blamed the blush on your cheeks on the alcohol. No one else seemed to notice, however, and if they did, that’s certainly what they would have blamed it on.

“Well, aren’t you three cozy,” Renji laughed, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. 

“W-What?” you stuttered out. “W-Well, that’s–”

“I was admiring how soft her hair was, and was asking about what kind of hair products she uses,” Yumichika said flawlessly. The twinkle in his eye made you squint, but he played ignorant. “How am I supposed to touch her hair without getting close to her?”

“Hair?” Ikkaku slurred, whipping around to face you. He was right in your face, mere inches from it, in fact, eyes scrutinizing you and your hair. Without warning, his hand was on top of your head, scrunching up your locks with a look of concentration. His slid his hand down the side of your head, trying to get a better feel, but it felt more like he was caressing you. “It is pretty damn soft.” 

“Er… Thank you…” You looked down at your lap for just a second, before turning away from him, downing your little bit of sake in the most casual way possible.

“Wait, let me feel!” Renji’s rough hand was suddenly petting your hair, and you couldn’t do anything but sit there, blinking in confusion. He muttered his thoughts on your hair, making the other two men laugh. If nothing else, you were grateful he had diffused that awkward feeling between you and Ikkaku…

The evening continued much the same for another hour before Renji and Yumichika called it quits. Renji had early morning lieutenant duties that Captain Kuchiki would skin him alive if he didn’t show up on time for, and Yumichika’s reasons were less important, but very like him. Apparently, staying out too late too often was bad for the skin, and he would be thoroughly irritated if he woke up the next morning with dark circles, or worse. The knowing wink he gave you when they departed outside the bar told you otherwise, though, and you were left with a drunk Ikkaku to walk around with.

“What a bunch of wimps,” he grumbled, crossing his arms indignantly. You laughed jovially. You were hardly sober, but you had a fairly good grasp on yourself. After the strange hair-petting scene, you’d downed a few more cups of booze, and were now happily buzzed and giggly. “The night’s still young! You’ll stay, right, ___? You always do.”

He was right, too. Whenever this same thing happened in the past, you were always the one to stick around and close out the bars with him. At first, it was just because he was fun to hang out with, and you were still in the mood to drink and have fun. As your feelings grew, however, it was more that you weren’t quite ready to separate, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him, combined with the other two reasons. 

“I love that about you,” he continued after a pause. “You’re fun as hell to be around, and you ain’t half bad in a fight. Not to mention you can hold your liquor, and you’re good at conversation.”

Ah, hell. If went on complimenting you that way, you were going to pass out. Already your heart was racing, and you couldn’t even pretend the pretty flush of your cheeks was because of the booze. Ikkaku showed no visible signs that he was anything but cool as a cucumber, evening going so far as to walk with his hands clasped behind his head while he whistled. He turned to you with a boyish grin.

“Most other chicks would be a pain to hang around, but you’re different. You’re special.”

You stopped in your tracks, gaping at his back as he continued walking. Had he really said that? Was he even aware of what those kind of words did to you? No of course he wasn’t, because while Ikkaku was many things, he was not a mind reader. Having noticed your absence, he turned around with a confused expression.

“Oi, ___, what the hell are you doing all the way back–”

“I like you!” you blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer.


Whatever Ikkaku was saying died on his lips, and he stared at you. He didn’t look unhappy, or uncomfortable, just completely taken aback and unsure of what to say. You felt like you were going to throw up, and immediately regretted your decision. But what the hell were you supposed to do when he was singing your praises like that!? It wasn’t fair that he could make you feel the way you did…

Finally, “Er, really? Since when?” he asked. He still looked for the world like he couldn’t quite comprehend what you said.

“Uh, well, a while…I suppose…” You kicked at the dirt with your toe, staring at his forehead because you couldn’t look him in the eye. “How the hell was I supposed to tell you, though…? I– You’re like–” You cut yourself off before you could stumble over your words any further, still toeing at the ground.

The silence that followed was deafening, and god, did you want to just disappear. It was so incredibly awkward, especially because he wasn’t saying anything. What were you going to do if he shrugged you off? Could you go back to the way it was before? How awkward was it going to be until it was normal between you again? Steeling yourself for disappointment, you looked up, and your eyebrows shot up into your hair.

Ikkaku was still staring at you, but the blush on his face was so severe that not only did it reach the tips of his ears, but damn near covered his whole head. You could see his jaw working, clenching and unclenching as he processed your words, but you were so absorbed by his red face.

“W-Why are you blushing?” you asked incredulously, feeling embarrassed by association.

“Shut it!” he squawked. “Who wouldn’t after a confession like that!?”

“Well, excuse me!” Now you were just annoyed. “If you don’t like it, you can just forget it ever happened!” Ikkaku made a face.

“No way! You said it, you can’t just take it back!”

“Well, then, what?” You placed your hands on your hips, all shyness and embarrassment gone. The alcohol was finally doing it’s job as liquid courage. This was usually how you two interacted, so it was a bit of a relief. “Are you gonna date me?”

“Damn straight!” Ikkaku confirmed, taking a few steps closer to tower over your much smaller frame.

“…Wait, what?” You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly.

“I like you, too,” he said. He took you by the arm, and pulled you against his body roughly. “Confessions aren’t really my thing, so I wasn’t sure how to say it… I was probably just gonna kiss you one of these days.” He looked away from you awkwardly, but placed his hands on your waist as he gathered his thoughts.

“Well, why didn’t you?” you demanded, hitting his chest with your fist.

“Huh? Why didn’t I what?”

“Kiss me!”


“If you liked me, then you should have just said something!” You couldn’t stop your mouth now, not when all the pent up frustrations of your crush were being released all at the same time. “Or kissed me like you said you wanted to! Instead, I’ve been drowning in these feelings for forever now, wondering if I’d ruin our friendship if I said anything, and you–”

With a sigh, Ikkaku snaked one arm around your waist, using the other one to cradle the back of your head, and smothered you in a hot, toe-curling kiss. You squeaked in surprise, making him chuckle, and he eased his tongue into your parted lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you grabbed the front of his shihakusho tightly in your tiny little hands, hanging on for dear life. A little moan escaped into his mouth, and he growled in response, kissing you harder and messier in the middle of the road. His hands in your hair made you shiver, and it was everything you’d hoped kissing him would be, and then some.

When he finally pulled back, you were sure your face was on fire. If anything, the shit-eating grin on his face confirmed this as he placed his hands back on your hips, keeping you close.

“What’s that face for?” he inquired teasingly. 

“Shut up…” you muttered, looking off to the side. He laughed, then released you, but still kept one of your hands wrapped in his.

“Let’s go.”

“What? Where?”

“Didn’t I say earlier? The night’s still young! And now I’ve got my girl to spend it with.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was already coming with you, stupid.”

“Yeah, but now you’re my girl.”

Cheater. There was absolutely nothing you could say to that, so you followed him without complaint, hand in hand, pouting. You got a few stunned looks from some of the Squad Eleven members still out drinking, but you weren’t even worried about it. Ikkaku was all yours now.

if this night is not is not forever, at least we are together

Otayuri Week Day 1: First Times/Confessions

Words: 2.8K 

Featuring: DJ Otabek, Artist Yuri, Photographer Phichit and a whole host of drunken antics. 

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It starts with a doodle in the margin of his art history notes that, when he looks at it from the right angle, looks like Otabek. Then there’s the midnight scrawls in his journals when he pours his heart out onto the page in smudgy ink, and when he rereads them the next day, it’s clear in his mind that the rambles that fill page after page are only about one person. Slowly, bits of Otabek start creeping into his art, snippets of things he’s written in journals, half remembered conversations immortalised in paint, some of the writing covered in angry strokes of red acrylic or made barely legible by the ink running down the page. He’s under his skin, and Yuri doesn’t really know why, or how to make it stop, how to make it go away, or anything that could possibly make the situation any better.

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Imagine a big brother style show with the gotham rogues
  • So uv got Ivy, Harley, scarecrow, selina, riddler, and two face. add whoever u like lmao we’re just starting there.
  • theyre all chillin in the same house
  • ofc theres fights. so many.
  • riddler thinks hes funny, two face thinks hes a dick and is more than happy to prove it with his fists
  • riddler, of course, is pathetic so he cant do shit about it but
  • harley loves the fights and likes to make bets. if shes not winning shell intervene so she is.
  • ofc theres a glass closet surrounding ivy and harleys relationship
  • meaning theyre banging
  • almost every night theyre sneaking into each others rooms
  • harley finds trying to keep it down hilarious and selina has stopped asking why harley is laughing in ivys room at 3am
  • Selina herself, of course, is no less sexually proactive
  • no one realises though, and its not until a fire alarm goes off at night and they all have to run outthe house that they see her and Bruce Fuckign Wayne half naked. 
  • she has all the blankets wrapped around her
  • neither of them have the grace to look ashamed
  • After that theres no hiding it and knocking quickly gained popularity within the household
  • ”THE KITCHEN SELINA??” “shouldve knocked”
  • harley thinks this is also hilarious, and often the houses occupants come out to see her chatting animatedly at bruce over morning coffee. 
  • bruce looks like hell warmed over
  • harleys makeup is perfect (u kno she probs uses clown contouring)
  • selina stays in bed shes basically nocturnal lmao
  • scarecrow probably finished any alcohol reserves in the house within the first week.
  • its all gone hes too sober
  • after that though selina is willing to fistfight him for the scotch
  • and basically its all just very domestic but so very not at the same
  • like honestly who the fuck experiments with chemicals on other people scarecrow
  • its fine hes suffering dw abt it
  • feel free to add anything on
  • also thank u @hcrleyquinzel for the insp
Life lessons, chapter 4

Life Lessons masterlist

There’s more Sebastian and fewer children in this one. The teensiest bit of smut that’s barely worth mentioning.

Here’s Mr Stan in the leather jacket he lends you <3

Being a single parent, you didn’t get out much. So when you DID get a babysitter, you tended to compress months of nights out into one. Which often meant months of alcohol all at once. Which often led to bad decisions.  Isabel had gone to stay with your Mum for two nights over New Year – neither of them would cope with any longer, but they’d have a great time, and it gave you a little breather.  You’d arranged with a group of friends to go out on New Year’s Eve, and by 8pm you were all already well down a range of brightly coloured overly sweet drinks and getting louder. They knew ALL about your crush on Sebastian and all the thoughts you’d had about him (and you knew about their crushes too), and things were definitely getting debauched.

So when you saw Sebastian with a group of friends in the same bar, sensible decisions went out of the window. A clue to this was when you stood up at your table, screeched at your friends, and pointed in a not-very-subtle way across the bar, shouting ‘OH MY GOD IT’S HIM HE’S SO SEXY’.  There was no way he hadn’t heard, or indeed anyone in the bar. Or the street. He looked over and waved and you collapsed back into your chair shrieking and giggling.

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Into you - Chanyeol fanfic


3,322 words (OOPS THATS A LOT)

A little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff and a little bit of smut.

[You are crushing on Chanyeol and have been for a long time now. So what happens at a party, where the both of you get quite drunk, and you get the garage for yourselves? Probably not what you think.]


You were sitting on the hard wood in your short dress, the synthetic white blanket wrapped around most of your body. Well, what it could cover anyway. It wasn’t long enough to reach your feet, which were red and tired inside your black converse. 

It reeked of alcohol and you felt the smoke from outside slowly creep into the garage, where you were sitting on a pallet all alone, just staring at the drunk and passed out people lying on top of the other pallets. It’s not like you weren’t drunk too, though. 

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Authors Note: This is my second drabble so far and it wasn’t supposed to be this long but I got carried away. Since im new to writing fan-fiction, I was thinking about writing drabbles first and then I’d work my way up to imagines and one-shots :)))

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words: 1058

Warnings: insecurity, rejection (kinda)

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

You know how it feels.

To be in love with someone who doesn’t even spare you a second glance.

To be so infatuated with that one person that every time you see them, or even just think of them, you feel high.

To have various pairs of eyes stare at you with pity whenever you were staring not to subtly.

To have a nightmare and wake up, wishing you could be in that persons arms, but knowing that it will never happen.

To feel heartbroken whenever they would give their attention to someone else, not noticing your efforts.

To cry yourself to sleep every night thinking that there’s something wrong with you. That you’re not pretty enough, you don’t have the perfect body or the perfect hair.

Like a stupid high school crush, but stronger.

And it feels horrible. Just horrible.

And suddenly you can’t take it anymore.

You look down at your lap as Pietro sits back down on the couch after taking up some offer to dance with a fucking Australian model, at least she looked like it anyway.

“You really do know the best clubs to party at.” He grins as he looks around at the mass bodies grinding on each other, probably checking out the girls wearing their short, skimpy dresses.

Tony raises his glass in acknowledgment and throws him his signature smirk. “Of course I do, I’m Tony Stark. Did you forget who I am?”

Everyone ceases their conversations to look at Tony with an exasperated eye roll.

“How could we forget when you’ve only reminded us about a million times?”

“Shut it, Legolas. I’d like to see you find us a place like this.”

Their conversation turns into a little bicker, everyone else putting in a comment or two, all the while you subtly, or so you think, check out Pietro. His stupid hair, the stupid stubble on his chin and that stupid smirk that he always has on. How can he look so calm when he’s literally tearing me apart from the inside?

He’s just messing up my life and he doesn’t even know it.

Besides you, Wanda nudges your arm and pointedly looks at a group of guys checking you out by the bar. She’s heard your thoughts and is trying to tear you attention away from her twin brother, knowing the pain he causes you. Sadly, it’s not that easy.

“Wanda, you know i’m not interested.” She defeatedly sighs and places her glass down on the table before placing her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, you need to get your mind off Pietro. Find someone else-”

“Right,” You cut her off “because the possibility of me and Pietro being together is a solid 0%?” Not that what you were saying wasn’t entirely true. You’ve thought about it more times than deemed healthy and you’re pretty sure Wanda already knows that.

She shakes her head, “No I’m not saying that at all. It’s just, my brothers pretty stupid and blind-sighted when it comes to girls and feelings. He won’t know what was right in front of him if someone didn’t tell him.”

He’s laughing loudly at something Tony told Clint and you can’t help but smile. “So what you’re telling me is that I need to confess my feelings for him?” Better said than done.

Wanda shrugs her shoulders and picks up her glass.”I don’t know, Y/N. What do you want to do?”

You roll your eyes at Wandas helpful advice and chug down the liquid that was in your glass. I’m going to need all the help I can get to go through with this.

You sit up and walk over to Pietro causing all conversations to pause. You glance around suddenly feeling more nervous than you already were now that all the attention was on you.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” His accent and the way he says your name is enough to send you into a nervous frenzy, all alcohol in your system long gone.. You close your eyes in attempt to calm your nerves.

“I-um…I-I was j-just-uh..wondering if-” A sultry voice cuts you off and you immediately open your eyes to tell them off but stop short when you come face to face with a literal goddess.

“Hey there, I just couldn’t help myself from coming over here. You look like you’re in need of a little dance.” With the way she says dance you know she’s talking about other things that have absolutely nothing to do with moving rhythmically to music. Her perfectly manicured finger is pointed towards the subject of her statement and you feel a chill go up your spine as you turn around to see who she’s pointing at.


The man you were just about to ask to dance obviously staring in awe at the goddess before him, paying to attention to you.

He smirks and your jaw drops a little as you watch him get up. “Of course.” With that they walk away while you’re stuck in place, staring at the spot Pietro was just occupying.

The spot where he was going to either accept your offer or decline your offer.

The spot where you would’ve gotten the answer to a question that has been nagging you for months, almost a year.

The spot that could’ve changed everything.

But that’s been snatched away from you, which has happened many times but this time it stung a lot worse than the last few times.

The last few times he had actually acknowledged you, telling you ‘sorry’ and ‘you could tell me later’ before disappearing with whoever he was fucking over that night.

But tonight, he had walked away with not even a glance at you, as if you were invisible.

Although you wished you were invisible now as you came to realize the various pairs of eyes around you filled with pity. And they’re all staring at you. Its happened to many times and right now you feel a wave of nausea wash over you as you stumble away from the group. As you walk away in search for something, anything, to take your mind off of Pietro.

Unaware of the hope filled gray-blue eyes that longingly stare after you as you disappear in the crowd.

Part 2

Baekhyun - Play (VIII)

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Playone, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, ?

; loving you is the poison i need.

pairing: baekhyun/junmyeon x reader

A/N: please note that just because it says (Baekhyun - Play) at the top does not mean that the ending will be with Baekhyun (not tryna say what the ending is, okay), it’s still called (Baekhyun -Play) and not (Baekhyun/Junmyeon - Play) is because it originally started with Baekhyun, and because this story is not only centered on the OC, but Baekhyun. Hope you like this part! 100 notes for the next part, please?

meet the heartbreaker himself.

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“Are you okay?” Junmyeon asked as he led you to his car, helping you seat down safely as you continued silenlty crying.

     You thought to yourself how you’ve never ran out of tears from what Baekhyun has done to when all you ever did was love him. Each tear was more painful than the other as you remembered each reason to why you were crying.

     Why? Why couldn’t he love you? Why couldn’t he at least be kind to you? Why did he have to go the extra mile to break your heart further? Why?

     With your blurred vision, the night looked scary, reminding you of those nights you spent alone at home when Baekhyun didn’t need you, when Baekhyun was off with someone else, when Baekhyun forgot about you. Nothing felt worse than going to the same bed where he had left you, leaving you alone to wake up with the bed half empty.

     No, you wouldn’t go home now. You couldn’t go home now.

“Junmyeon,” you looked at his side of the car, intent in your eyes as you stared at him, “l can’t go home. Let’s go to the club we met at.”

     Junmyeon couldn’t look at you as he was driving, but concern still flashed in his eyes. “Are you sure about this? We’ve only met like last night, and I’ve already gotten this feeling that I’m never leaving your side.”

 "Let’s just go, Junmyeon. I can’t go home and be alone again,“ you persuaded him as you played with your fingers, hoping he would listen to you.

“Fine, but I won’t be liable for any of your actions, okay?” Junmyeon warned, eyes still focused on the road as he took a right turn to the direction of the club.

“Thank you,” you said, barely audible as the thoughts of Baekhyun drowned your head, hearing those three precious words fall out of his lips again and again and again.

     It didn’t take much time till you got drunk. Each drink was like a forgetting potion, all your worries and fears gone as the alcohol slipped down your throat, leaving a burning sensation. The world was out of balance as you walked towards the bar, asking the bartender for another drink to which he made quickly. You didn’t regret losing your mind to the taste of the drink, hoping it would drown the sweetness of Baekhyun’s lips.

     But it didn’t. So you continued to ask for more drinks, letting each liquid go down your throat, and let you loosen yourself too much.

     You couldn’t find Junmyeon anywhere, so you stood up and searched for him. The dance floor crowded with people grinding upon each other, smiling and laughing the way you couldn’t as intoxication brought away their grief and sadness for the night.

     Finally, you saw a glimpse of Junmyeon’s hair amongst the crowd and made your way towards him. A fury raged inside of you as you saw a girl place her hands around his neck and shoulders, swaying her and Junmyeon to the beat of the music. With an unknown courgae, you walked to where they were, taking the girl by surprise as you pulled away Junmyeon from her.

“Baby, where have you been?” You said before leaning in on him, placing your lips on him, roughly kissing Junmyeon in front of the shocked girl who soon left.

     It seemed like the girl wasn’t the only one who was surprised by your actions as Junmyeon pulled away from you. “What are you doing? How much did you drink?” He asked, concern evident on his face. He took your hand and led you to one of the available seats, hoping to ease your dizzy mind from walking around.

“Not enough to forget him,” you whispered to his ear as you kissed him again on the skin right below his ear, licking and sucking the spot. Junmyeon’s hand on your waist tightened, sensing trouble coming from your actions. “Stop, Y/N. You’re drunk, and you need some water. I’ll go and get some for you, so please just stay here,” he said before leaving you alone to sit and watch other people have fun.

     Somehow, a single tear slipped down your eyes as you watched a particular couple dancing. Their bodies against each other, dancing to the beat of an upbeat song which neither of the two knew nor understood. Smiles were on their faces as they looked at each other. The woman crept closer to the man, the smile on her face growing as she started to lean in. Their lips met and moved against each other. The man’s hands slipped down to her waist, holding her protectively. They swayed to a different and slower beat that only their hearts knew. And another tear slipped down your face.

     You watched as Baekhyun pulled away from Nana as she dragged him out of the dancefloor and out of the club. You were watching the love of your life kiss the girl who stole him away from you. Your drunk mind was so lost as you stared at them, believing and seeing that love was real as you watched them, only for that thought to be broken when you realized it was them. You couldn’t even cry from the shock and sadness. Your brain slowly registered each moment, tears were too painless for what you just saw.

     But you were too tired of being sad, too tired of being in love with a man who could not love you back, too tired of being played. So when Junmyeon returned with a glass of water for you, you first drank in the taste of his lips against yours. His soft lips against yours was a sin that erased Baekhyun’s on your skin, leaving only small fragments of your memories during the nights you slept in his arms. You were hoping for a relief from the pain, but Junmyeon resisted once again.

“Drink this,” Junmyeon said, handing you the glass of water, “it’ll help you feel better.” You took the glass from his hand and drank from it, although not wanting to be relieved from the dizziness of your head. The water cleared a small part of you, cleansing you from the alcohol’s work.

“You need to rest, Y/N. I’ll take you home, what’s your address?” Junmyeon asked, taking out his phone for you to type in your address. You took his phone and typed it in, allowing him to assist you to his car and drive you to your home.

     On the way home, you’ve realized that the water hadn’t helped at all. Although it cleared away a small part of your intoxicated mind, it created a path for you to remember Baekhyun again, allowing that heartbreaking scene of him and Nana kissing and dancing play over and over again. You felt like a mad woman as you smiled sadly, seeing your reflection on the window as the car drove past city lights and to your home.

     Why? Why can’t you love me? Why? Why does it have to be her? Why? Why is it that the world is against me? Why? Why did I have to love you? Why?

     You didn’t notice that you were inside your home until Junmyeon shook you. You were too deep into your thoughts to notice what was happening, too deep into your thoughts of Baekhyun. Baekhyun.

“Y/N, are you okay? You should really drink some water and get some rest. Stop thinking and worrying about that guy. He isn’t worth anything,” Junmyeon said as he helped you walk towards your bedroom with the help of your directions. Your body felt weak as you walked. Each step was more tiring than the other, you started to rely on Junmyeon’s strength to carry you to your bed.

     Once you were able to sit on your bed, you stared ahead of the room, still holding on to Junmyeon’s hand. Pain has struck your heart so much that it must have also hit your head. Your actions were not yours, but they were fueled by your desperation for relief. A relief you found in Junmyeon.

     Still holding his hand, you stood up and pulled him towards you. Your noses were touching each others as you stared at his lips, wondering if this would be the right medication for your broken heart, wondering if it would be enough to forget Baekhyun for another night. So you tried.

     You gently placed your lips on Junmyeon’s, moving slowly against his, wanting him to fall and melt into the kiss. Your hands held him by the neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. As you kissed him, you turned him around and pushing him down to sit on your bed as you straddled him, pushing your hips against his, grinding him until he started groaning.

“Let me forget him, Junmyeon,” you whispered to him as you kissed the same spot under his ear, “let me forget him tonight.”

     Junmyeon didn’t resist this time; instead, he kissed you back with the same gentleness, his hands taking place on your hips as you grinded against him. A smile spread on Junmyeon’s lips as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

     For a girl he only met last night, you were surely taking a spot in his heart.

     Baekhyun wasn’t feeling well as he stumbled across the dance floor. It probably wasn’t just the alcohol as he remember the scene of you leaving the theatre with that man.

     He was beyond enraged and jealous. His body was fueled with a burning fire so hot that it took him more than what usually got him drunk to dizzy his brain and forget his memories.

     The alcohol’s effects started to kick in when Nana brought him to the dance floor, dancing and grinding against him. His own body started moving to the beat of the music, although his heart protested against it. His heart started to fill with regret as Nana kissed him, her lips touching the skin that you used to kiss.

     But Baekhyun kissed her back, believing it was you kissing him. He was filled with love as he kissed Nana with care, placing in the feelings he had for you into the kiss. It wasn’t until he pulled away that he noticed it wasn’t you who he was kissing but Nana.

     Baekhyun was about to pull himself away from her when she started to drag him out of the dance floor and out of the club. He cluelessly followed her, confused by what was happening.

     He was getting in his car when his mind clicked and looked to the side where Nana sat. “Get out,” Baekhyun said with force, the sight of Nana mocked him. “Get out, I said.”

     Nana scoffed, removing her seatbelt and her exploring hand from his thigh. “Forget that stupid bitch, Baekhyun. She’s worthless and ugly. She’ll never be able to please you the way I do, baby,” Nana said, placing her hand on his thigh once again, inching up closer to his sex.

“Get out before I do something bad that I won’t regret.” A final warning for her that she thankfully took with another scoff and annoyed look. She got out of the car and went away. To where? Baekhyun didn’t know nor care as he revived up tbe engine of the car and took off despite not being in the right mind to drive.

     His hands and feet worked together, bringing him to a destination he didn’t plan with his drunk head. It took him all the way up to your front door. He recognized your welcome place mat with a cute dog and cat right beside each other saying hello. Baekhyun let out a small laugh, remembering the day he went out with you to buy it.

     Maybe he came here to apologize? Maybe he came here to confess to you? Maybe he came here to finally make it up to you? Maybe he came here to finally love you…

     So it didn’t scare Baekhyun when he took the spare key you to your home which you’ve given him for the days he just needed you so badly and unlocked the door. He pushed it open, took a tentative step into your home.

     Although he was drunk, out of instinct, Baekhyun expected to see you sleeping on your sofa, but you weren’t there. He noticed a small and dim light coming from your bedroom and walked over there. His heart beat faster each second, each step he took was liberating as Baekhyun finally knew he had the courage to tell you those three precious words.

     Until he pushed open the door and landed his eyes on a sight that broke him; you kissing Junmyeon with a small smile on your face as you held each other gently.

     Each second you didn’t notice him and kissed Junmyeon and held him the way you used to hold Baekhyun killed him. You shot him right at his heart, and finally, he got a taste of his own medicine.

     Baekhyun thought to himself, playing with her was a bad idea.

Letting Go - Wonwoo Imagine

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

Title: Letting Go //  Holiday Collection: Christmas // Part of my 25+ days of Seventeenmas 

Member: Wonwoo x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Words: 1170 

Three hours ago when you had walked into Mingyu’s mansion of a house, you could have sworn that the ‘Christmas party’ was already in full swing. You had already been a couple of hours late, on account that your boss had managed to give you mandatory overtime.

The arch of lights that made a path to the entrance of his house flickered and then ran up to the house. It was almost as if the lights themselves were beckoning and encouraging you forward.

Hordes of people were dancing on the path and on his porch. Honestly, it seemed like the party was already at full swing. Finals were done, it was basically the day before everyone left and went back home; and yet, the booming music and dancing collection of students made you believe the alcohol was completely gone and they were all gone already.

But two hours later, you were still watching everyone from a corner. Watching drunken people wasn’t as boring as you would have thought. But even then, you were wondering where the hell the party host could be.

Then it was three hours, present time, and you still hadn’t seen Mingyu or any of his friends. Specifically, Wonwoo, he could always be found near Mingyu.

You had to be honest with yourself, the only reason you decided to come to a party you knew was going to be full of sweaty college students was because of Wonwoo.

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when I think of alcohol:

that warm feeling in my stomach.
my thoughts no longer feeling sharp inside my head.
the whole world is soft and fuzzy at its corners.
I can do anything. I’m not shy or antisocial or awkward or weird, I can do anything and I will do anything because life is a big party and I’m a bad ass bitch. no pain, just warm cotton.
all those horrible thoughts, the rat in my chest that’s constantly scratching, all the painful memories - it’s all gone.

what alcoholism really is:

head spinning, body out of my control, stomach convulsing.
my thoughts moving like syrup in my head.
one day without a drink means anxiety and violent shaking. 
“just one drink tonight, just to loosen up, no big deal” and an entire bottle of vodka later, you’re half conscious on the floor.
and people say you said things and you did things, and you have no memory. 
you think “I couldn’t have done that” but you know you did.
the shame and humiliation and the apologies for everything you did and said.
your mother tells you that you called her and just babbled incoherently and slurred every word, and how you let her down again.
the ruined relationships. all the people who leave you because you can’t control yourself; it’s exhausting to have to look out for you, it’s embarrassing, you need to get a grip.
waking up next to strangers, being left alone in unknown places. 
it only gets worse. you have your things stolen, you find marks on your body you don’t remember getting, you wake up without underwear, you wake up in pain.

and after all that, your mind still keeps telling you: “just one drink tonight, just to loosen up, no big deal, you’re still in control”