and some other chick

[EDIT: Apparently something was wrong with the translations. So I apologise for going off but it still applies to every group and every member!]

Rant about this. Istg, I am going to throw hands. It contains a lot of swearing. So forgive me for my sins.

Okay, but nah, y'all really got me fucked up now.

But in all seriousness, some of you actually need to sit the fuck down and see where you lie within a fandom. This is not just about BTS, no. But some of you fake ARMYs have me fucked up. Leaving because of a name change. Asking for other members during their V-Live. Not appreciating them as much as you appreciate your own bias.

I said this once, I’m gonna say it again till some of you get your head out of your fucking asses.

It is “BTS” not “Maknae Line and some old guys”. It is “BLACKPINK not Lisa and some other girls”. It is “TWICE” not “Japan Line and other chicks”. It is “Red Velvet” not “Irene ft Seulgi and their backups”. It is “Girls’ Generation” not “Yoona ft Taeyeon and some other cute girls”. It is “Day6” not “Jae and idk who the other guys are”.

No. They don’t work hard for you to shit on them and no appreciate them. The fact the J-Hope has to say “fans that like him” instead of just “fans” in general. Goes to show how much you uglies have hurt him.

You think words don’t fucking hurt? Y'all go through break ups and wanna die. A break up is done with words. What makes you think your words don’t hurt idols when you go around saying mean shit to them and about them. Think before you fucking speak.

Appreciate every member. We’re here to support them and let them know that they’re appreciated and that we’re thankful for their hard work. To let them know that you don’t have to be perfect to make us happy.

If you want to fight me on this, I am ready. Come at me while I am heated.

Forgotten (M)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her…
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: Original request here . 

Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact – you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it, never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were toddlers, but that was it.

You two were inseparable. Always playing and working together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.

At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.

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No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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My self esteem has taken a huge hit since I cut off all my hair and I’m honestly so glad. I have been shattered. I got rid of something I was known for to an extent. I used my hair as a safety net. I let it define me. I relied on it a lot and I got a ton of attention for it. All the people flipping out over it telling me to grow it back just proves what a big deal it was and still is. I am forced to look at myself as a human being and decide who I am. I’m redefining myself. Some people are saying I’m being dramatic and it’s just hair or that I talk about it too much but I think it just shows how much people don’t understand. My appearance is such a huge part of my identity and it’s wrong. It’s harmful to me. I feel so much pressure to look perfect every day and if I don’t I feel like I don’t matter or I’m letting everyone down. Obviously that is so dramatic and not true at all but it’s such a weak spot for me. When people say things like “sorry you look better with long hair” or “you were prettier before” it can hurt me so bad if it’s at the wrong moment. I am so detached most of the time it really doesn’t affect me but if someone catches me in a weak moment it can get to me and bring me down. I’m tired of seeing myself for my outer shell. I’m tired of feeling scared people don’t love me anymore. As if the entire world loved me before anyway omg 🙄😑 the people who are telling me I’m not pretty anymore never loved me to begin with and I don’t want their approval or anything from them really. I need to stop caring about people who don’t know me. Everyone close to me has been SO supportive and encouraging and it’s been so fun. When I’m calm and comfortable and I look at my hair, my natural reaction is pure happiness. There is no fear, no doubt, no questions. I love my hair! If I wanna grow it out later I will but right now I do love it and want to keep it for a while. I only think about growing it out when the desire to please people starts to creep back in. Thoughts of growing it out come from a place of fear and that sucks. This entire new chapter has been about ditching fear and it genuinely has been so positive. There is the negative undercurrent of fear, yes, but it doesn’t negate the good. I want this to stop. People can and will say whatever they want but I’m doing my part to cut off all negativity. My self esteem is more important than random insensitive strangers on the internet who prefer long-haired women. There are so many accounts you can look at if you want some rapunzel chick. I can’t live for other people. Again, it’s not that they don’t love me anymore, it’s that they never did. The people that know me are so supportive because they know it’s not that big of a deal and that I am SO MUCH MORE THAN MY HAIR. But I need to remind myself of that!!!! And it’s time I show that to the world too. I have so much to share, so much I’ve created and so much that I think about and I intend to put that into the world this year. I am actually finding myself for the first time outside of my appearance. I’m seeing myself in a new light. Of course I’ve always been aware of the fact that I’m more than my looks, I consciously understand that but I can actually FEEL it now. I didn’t truly believe it before. I guess what I hope you guys can take away from this is that if people are defining you by something superficial or if YOU are, challenge that. You are more than what people say about you, what you look like, your circumstances, really anything external. You’re so much more. We have to get in touch with our value as humans, feel it, believe it, live it and SHARE it with the world. Confidence comes from knowing you are full of light and goodness and that no one can change that. I’m only sharing myself with safe people, people who know and understand me. I’m going to continue to be myself to the fullest and put myself out there but I’m no longer giving weight to what people think of my appearance. Of course it’s hard but I welcome the challenge. If I like it, that’s all that matters. My happiness is important and so is yours. So anyway I just wanted to update you guys on my life and let you know that recently I’ve been struggling with this but I’m working through it. If it seems like I’m always dealing with something, it’s because I am hahaha. That’s life when you’re in touch with your feelings, it’s not bad! It’s more challenging but WAY more fulfilling at the end of the day. I love feeling my feelings and acknowledging them and dealing with them, I didn’t always do that and my life was nowhere near as good as it is now. Overall I’m happy and very optimistic, I’m working on myself, my relationships, my music and my health and this year is already turning out to be one of the best yet, despite some bumps. Love you guys and hope this helps you understand me a little more 💜

EDIT: I wanna add on to the first thought that I’m glad my self esteem has been shattered. I wrote this in between takes while shooting a cover today and I forgot to finish that idea. I’m glad I’ve been shattered because I was building myself on a flimsy foundation. My infrastructure was so shaky and flawed, I was doing okay but I needed to be rebuilt. Those pieces of me that were clinging to other people’s opinions and approval needed to crumble so I could rebuild into a better, stronger version of myself. This is a theme in my life. Every few years, whatever pieces of me start to go in a bad direction are eventually destroyed and then I rebuild into a better version of myself haha
Fragments - Part 2

Word Count: 6682

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated. Unedited. All mistakes are mine. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

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Cas had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam. It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting for him to show back up.

You weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.

“Are you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”

“It’s how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile from Cas.

“This must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.”

“One word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”

“Y/N what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”

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  • jungkook: [return at the dorm after playing bowling with yugyeom and mingyu]
  • jungkook: . . .
  • jungkook: jiminie what the fuck
Mate for Newt

All of Newt’s animals refer to him as Mom, or to the younger ones it’s Mommy. He’s the one who takes care of them, who make sure that they are all healed and safe. So of course, his babies want Newt to find a mate. They think that Newt will be happier if he isn’t alone anymore, it’s one of the reasons why Niffler likes to escape so much. Niffler likes shiny things, and he is also trying to find Mom a mate.

As soon as the beasts meet Percival Graves they know that they want him as their Dad. He’s a powerful wizard, he would be able to protect Newt and all of the creatures, like an alpha male is supposed to. They would constantly be escaping the suitcase, and making their way to Percival’s office. Newts Demiguise, Dougal, will just appear, revealing himself to Percival after already being in the office for several hours. And he will usually bring the Occamy chicks with him. Newt will burst into the office to find Director Graves with all of the Occamy chicks on him, some hanging around his neck, others wrapped around his arm, and with Dougal napping on the sofa. The chicks let out happy little shrieks at the sight of Newt, but they refuse to let go of Percival.

Soon Newt just stops looking anywhere other than Percival’s office when one of his creatures go missing. He’s even found the Nundu curled up at Percival’s feet, just resting on his office floor (Newt still hasn’t figured out how the Nundu even got into MACUSA without being noticed).

Newt starts spending a lot of time in Director Graves’ office. The two get to know each other, they become best friends. Percival makes sure that Newt has all of his permits in order, and he helps edit Newt’s manuscript. Newt teaches Percival how to care of all of his animals, Newts takes him down into the suitcase, and most of the animals immediately love him, having heard all about him from Newt and the Occamy’s. Even the Nundu has taken a liking to Percival, and approves of the other man becoming Newt’s mate.

The beasts even manage to get Tina and Queenie to help them push the two men together. It’s only when Percival gets hurt that the two men finally realize their feelings for each other. When the Senior Auror wakes up in the hospital, Newt clutches him in a tight hug, letting out a relieved sob. The two end up confessing their feelings to each other. Revealing that they had been in love with the other for a long time. When they finally kiss they hear several happy roars and shrieks coming from the suitcase. His creatures had successfully found a mate for Newt.


The tears that have been on this shoulder from Jerry Hall, from Bianca, from Marianne, Chrissie Shrimpton… They’ve ruined so many shirts of mine. And they ask me what to do! How the hell do I know? I don’t fuck him! I had Jerry Hall come to me one day with this note from some other chick that was written backwards–really good code, Mick!–“I’ll be your mistress forever.” And all you had to do was hold it up to a mirror to read it. “Oh, what a bastard that guy is.” And I’m in the most unlikely role of consoler, “Uncle Keith.” It’s a side a lot of people don’t connect with me.

- Keith Richards on Mick Jagger and the women in his life

anonymous asked:

I got into an argument with 1 of my white "friends"cuz she used the n-word and ive told her multiple times NOT TO USE THAT GODDAMN WORD and some other white chick goes all 'yeah why can black ppl call each other n** but we cant?"and I tried explaining her racist ass but she probably got some white bs in her ears cuz all she could come up with was "why do you care u aint even black" yo i may have pale skin but im african and i dont use the goddamn word, how they gon disrespect my ppl like dat fck

Time to leave that “friend” alone.


The other man ~ Part eight

Originally posted by gd-mah-luv

Gif not mine

A/N ~ I’m releasing this early because the thank you I had planned for 600 followers isn’t ready yet. Enjoy the angst.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader x Kwon Jiyong

Rated ~ Angst/smut/fluff

Warnings ~ Language, lots and lots of language

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“But I don’t want you to go” Seung hyun told you as he grabbed your arm and stopped you from packing, you turned to face him, cupping his face as you gazed in his eyes.

“I have to go, besides it’s only for one night, I will be back tomorrow” you said softly as you stroked his face with your thumb.

“Can’t I at least come with you?” he asked with a furrowed brow, you let out a light sigh at his unwillingness to let you go.

It had been two weeks since your fight with Seung hyun and he had become more clingy then ever, it was beginning to drive you crazy. He barely let you out of his sight, all he did was go to record with the guys and then come straight home, making sure to be beside you at all times and looking over your shoulder every time you were on your phone. You loved him but you needed your space, his constant watching of you was beginning to spark feelings of resentment towards him and drive you closer to the want of the other man in your life but it seemed he no longer wanted anything to do with you. When Seung hyun finally left you to go record you sent Jiyong a message apologising for not meeting up with him but he never replied and you had to admit it made you mad, really mad. So when you got the call to do a photo shoot for an interview you jumped at the chance, being away from everything that was going on brought a feeling of relief, even if it was just one night.

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Stressed Out

(Taking place in @skiretehfox‘s Twenty One Pirates LIS AU.  If you want to see more of my work, check it out at @philwritesstuff)


Max barely felt the vibration of her phone in her shaking hands, and it took a few seconds for her to register that it had buzzed at all.  The dressing room was empty save her and Chloe, and she wondered through an anxiety-clouded mind if she should bother checking it or just leave it for after the show.  What if it was an emergency?  What if they had to cancel the show?  What would Lost Hope think of losing their headliners on the last night?

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Rough Night (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Request: None

Word Count: 1,644

Warnings: Swearing (a lot of swearing), Charles Lee being an asshole, google translate, angst??? Idk…

A/N: This fic is based on a conversation I had with my friend @potatolikesyou. She is very awesome and you totally should follow her blog, you totally should read some of her fics also!!! She is a great writer! I was also thinking of making a part 2 to this so im sorry for the cliff hanger. And always hope you enjoy!

Summary: You get drunk after a bad date and confess to the boys.

Part 2 Part 3

You sat there in the apartment Alex was working at his computer, while you and John watched Beauty and the Beast, well John was watching the movie. You were watching Alex, as he was typing so nimbly. He slightly furrowed his brow as he concentrated on the task at hand, sweeping a hand through his brown hair, his eyes shifting as he re-read everything he wrote, then he would change something. It was almost hypnotic to watch him work and as a bonus he was wearing his glasses today which made him look even more ho- cute… you loved that he worked so meticulously… and how he could just-

“Y/N? Why are you staring at me?”

“Sorry Alex I was just watching you work… it’s interesting… I-I mean not to seem weird or anything l-like that. I just was watching you do your thing so-” You blushed and felt you heart racing as you gave Alex a shy smile, he chuckled in response to your cute gesture.

“You know you’re really funny sometimes, Y/N.” You placed some hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. “So are you ready?”

“For what?” You said, still staring at your feet.

“The date?” Alex looked up at you from his computer and stopped typing. “You know the one thing that you were talking about all week…” He said, refreshing our memory.

“Date? Oh shit, of course! How could I forget!” You checked your phone for the time finding that you only had an hour to get ready. Lafayette walked into room after taking a shower his hair still dripping and placing a kiss on Alex’s head. Before noticing that you have already gotten up and were putting your stuff away so you could get home as soon as possible. Were you even able to get ready in time? You still had to get dressed and the place you and your date were going to meet was halfway across town and-

“Y/N. Calm down… what’s the matter? Why are you leaving so soon?” John placed his hands on your shoulders and you leaned to his touch, feeling better now that he brought you back to your senses. None of your relationships ever seemed to go well, they always ended badly. Most of the guys that wanted to be with you never wanted something serious so your life was just filled with a bunch of one night stands. If you were lucky it would last a couple of months before they broke up with you or vice versa.

“I’m sorry. I have to go now, I just remembered that my date was today and I still have to get ready, I look like a mess.” You looked down at your outfit to indicate how bad you looked. You were wearing an old grubby t-shirt, you’ve had since high school, with a pair of jeans that were ripped, and your hair, ughhhh your hair. “How am I even supposed to get there on time?”

“Don’t worry. You will be just fine, no matter what you will always look perfect to me.” Laf said with a smile on his face.

“O-okay. Thanks Laf, I needed to hear that.”

“No problem, mon cher- mon amie.” Alex looked up at Laf nervously, hearing what he was about to say. You were too busy to notice though because you were already running to the door.

“Bye guys! Wish me luck!” Waving goodbye before heading out.

You had finally made it to your date, catching a ride with your friend Eliza. You were wearing the dress that Hercules made you for your birthday. It was absolutely wonderful on you, fitting to your body perfectly. It was a light blue dress that fell just past your knees with a white lace trim at the bottom. You decided to wear a matching blue headband with a pair of white flats to complete the look. You still wondered how he was able to get it to fit you so well. But you would expect nothing less from the finest tailor in New York.

You had found the man you were supposed to meet, his name was Charles Lee. He wasn’t your first choice because of the type of frat boy persona that he had going on you looked him up online. But it wasn’t going to hurt you if you to try and meet up with him just for one date, maybe he was a nice guy.

“Hello. Are you Charles?” He was eyeing you with a smirk on his face.

“Yes… and you are?”

“I’m Y/N. Your date.” You said, a bit annoyed that he didn’t even remember your name and with the way he was looking at you. But, you shrugged it off thinking he was probably a bit nervous.

The both of you had walked into the restaurant that Charles had chosen for the date. It wouldn’t have been a place you would choose, especially since it was more like a club than a restaurant. But he was paying so, who were you to complain? The waitress took you both to an empty booth. After reading the menu for a bit, you ordered a parmesan shrimp pasta and Charles ordered a burger and fries. You started conversing and you quickly got bored with him, all he seemed to want to do was complain about his boss and you were not very happy with the way he was constantly making shallow remarks about how you looked. And you weren’t very keen on dancing with him but you decided to do so, since he was your date.

You both made it to the dance floor and started to get into the music, Pretty Young Thing by Michael Jackson was playing, which was one of your favorite songs. It was all going well, until Lee started grinding you. You turned around and slapped him square across the face, making a scene, everyone around you was staring at Lee on the floor.

“What the fuck! You little bitch!” He yelled.

“Maybe you should learn how to keep your hands to yourself you pervert!” He tried dancing with you again, this time tightly grabbing your arm. “Let go of me!” You said struggling to get away from his grasp, then he pushed you into the wall.

“You weren’t worth my time anyway!” He retorted back at you before finding himself some other chick who was a lot more easy.

You headed to the bar and asked the bartender for a beer, or two … you lost count. That wasn’t your main concern though, once you grabbed your phone and lazily scrolled through your contacts. Laf was the first one that popped up and texted him as you left.


my favorite fighting frenchfry: Y/N is that you?? it’s 1:57. where are you? are you ok?

Y/N: whailt no,, ilmd okkkk.

my favorite fighting frenchfry: have you been drinking?

Y/N: Nopppppppppe.

my favorite fighting frenchfry: Y/N just stay there and don’t move! i’m picking you up!

Y/N: Okie doke.

Laf helped you out of the car and took you to the apartment he shared with his other three boyfriends. You stumbled your way through the door and you were spotted by Hercules. He automatically ran to the both of you with worry in his eyes, you couldn’t blame him you looked like shit right now.

“Y/N! What happened to you?”

“ThaT aSShoLE!! CHArelS FuCHhhing LEE!!!” At this point Laf had been holding you by the waist tightly, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Why’d I even go out with him… he was such a prick! He grinded on me and was such a sleazy son of a bish, then he found some gurrrrl to fuck. While I’m just here, getting drunk and having to be picked up by Laffy Taffy over here because I-I can’t even handle myself- ” You slurred out grabbing at your skirt as you looked down hiding your face behind your hair that was a complete mess.

“Shhh. It’s okay I understand, let’s get you to bed.” Herc said guiding you to the bedroom where Alex and John where.

“I really thought that maybe finally I-I could just, for once maybe find someone I can depend on…  I’m always searching for- for a prince charming in shining armour but I just find myself here. Wi-ith you guys… nothing last for me. And it won’t ever last because for some reeeason I’m always doing something wrong.” Hercules sat you down at the edge of the bed brushing some hair out of your face, tears started to roll down your cheeks and your eyes were still downcast.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Y/N, Charles Lee is just a jerk.” Alex came closer to where you were with Herc.

“Okay but what about everyone else I was with?! It always is the same way, they were all jerks why am I the one that ends up with some jerk?? It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to be happy a-and the worst part is that you guys don’t even realize how much I-I love you! I always try to act like we’re just friends because I know how you guys s-see me I’m like your sister ann I guess I won’t be anything more to you guysh.” They all were taken back by your words, they didn’t even know how you felt. Alex began to say something before looking back at Laf who was just as puzzled as him. Until John finally said something after a few moments of silence.

“Y/N lay down.” trying to get you to relax making space for you on the bed. “It has been a long night you should rest okay.”

“Yeah, that was what I thought you would say.”


Mon ami. (My friend)

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Glory Days sentence starters
  • "Heard he in love with some other chick."
  • "That hurt me, I'll admit."
  • "Forget that boy, I'm over it."
  • "I hope she gettin' better sex. Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did."
  • "Took four long years to call it quits."
  • "Guess I should say thank you."
  • "Ain't sure I loved you anyway."
  • "You're really quite the man."
  • "You made my heart break and that made me who I am."
  • "I swear you'll never bring me down."
  • "I deleted all your pics then blocked your number from my phone."
  • "You ain't getting this love no more."
  • "I feel like for the first time I am not faking."
  • "Don't you keep it all to yourself."
  • "Just a touch of your love is enough to knock me off of my feet all week."
  • "Why you making me wait so long?"
  • "I promise to keep this a secret, I'll never tell."
  • "I know that this could be something real."
  • "All damn night I was here waiting."
  • "I know you were with her, I know that you kissed her."
  • "I was so mad, had my break-up speech ready."
  • "You're dirty, disgusting, but I can't get enough of your loving."
  • "Boy, I hate you, really hate you."
  • "My mama said I shouldn't date you."
  • "You're cheatin', you're lyin', I know that you're hiding."
  • "Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?"
  • "All my friends say I'm a sucker."
  • "I wish you were dead 'til you take me to bed."
  • "You lead on my love."
  • "Oh, them brown eyes and that body..."
  • "I'll get my revenge, take my key to your Benz."
  • "Then you smile, that's my killer."
  • "We broke up, we're better off as friends."
  • "We broke up... Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do."
  • "I messed around and got caught up with you."
  • "I don't know how long I can wait."
  • "This could be my greatest mistake."
  • "We had a good run."
  • "We messed around and had some good fun."
  • "Guess it turns out I lost a good one."
  • "I accidentally know that you're in love with me, too."
  • "So can we try again?"
  • "We're official, more than friends."
  • "Is that what you call flirtin'?"
  • "When you wanna start growin' up, we can maybe fall in love."
  • "I need a man who can act like a man."
  • "Everybody warned me."
  • "But you're kinda hot, so I thought, why not?"
  • "I need a man."
  • "I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges."
  • "My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive."
  • "Glad I didn't listen to my teachers."
  • "I don't mind offending, I ain't 'bout pretending."
  • "Them haters be hating, my fashion be trending."
  • "Get down and dirty."
  • "I don't ask the mirror, I know I'm the fairest."
  • "They wanna know who I'm sneakin' into my place, they don't need to know, no one's business how I play."
  • "Baby, you're the man, but I got the power."
  • "You make rain, but I'll make it shower."
  • "You should know, I'm the one who's in control."
  • "I got the power."
  • "Got you thinking that I'm all innocent, but wait 'till I get you home."
  • "If I ain't got nothin', least I got you."
  • "Come and kiss me like the first time."
  • "Let's pack up and run away, just me and you."
  • "There ain't no heartache you can't undo."
  • "You're the one that I need."
  • "Take my hand baby, please."
  • "I'm alive, if living's just a beating heart."
  • "We won't admit we've taken it too far."
  • "I know it's love cause I will always be the first to start making up excuses when it hurts."
  • "I'm alone again and all I want is to feel again."
  • "There's nobody like you."
  • "I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do."
  • "I only like myself when I'm with you."
  • "I'm alone again."
  • "All you left me with was scars."
  • "I keep trying to put this behind me."
  • "I still wanna know who's taking you home."
  • "For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it."
  • "No more sad songs."
  • "Don't care where I go, just can't be alone."
  • "They'll never know me like you used to know me."
  • "I will only hurt myself, tryna hurt you."
  • "You got my adrenaline pumping when you stand so close."
  • "You had me at hello."
  • "You're the only one that's taking me home."
  • "If you want to touch it then baby you should."
  • "You got my permission to do what you like."
  • "No matter what the deal, babe, you know that I'll be there."
  • "We've come so far, baby."
  • "Nothing else matters like us."
  • "I don't wanna fight, not tonight."
  • "I don't really care about nothing else."
  • "I told you don't let me down, I know you never did."
  • "Look at us now, still you and me."
  • "I don't want nobody else."
  • "I got you all to myself."
  • "I give it all to you, so baby don't let me down."
  • "We got it all, babe, right where we want it to be."
  • "My leather jacket smells like your aftershave."
  • "All I wanna do is get your hands up on my booty."
  • "The thought of you is driving me wild."
  • "I love, love, love making love to you."
  • "You don't get these kisses for free."
  • "Don't make it worse lying to me."
  • "You'll be sleeping in the bed alone."
  • "Little boy, you better run along."
  • "I ain't playing games no more.
  • "Get your story straight."
  • "I won't forgive you for your mistakes."
  • "Don't try to turn this 'round boy, it's too late."
  • "Go 'head, boy, live your dream, don't come crawling back to me."
  • "I've got two sides of me, boy; the one you want your mother to meet and the one that's a freak."
That Night

Requested by anon from prompt list #2

5. I think I fell for you when… 13. I dream about you a lot

Today is the day. Dallas is getting his wisdom teeth removed. He has all four of the unusual teeth, but two are growing the wrong way and it causes him pain. He’s been afraid of this for a year, although he’d never admit it. He’s scared of needles, but he’s not afraid of switchblades, which is crazy to you.

He’s been holding your hand for the past thirty minutes while you’re both waiting in the lobby. Every time someone walks by he squeezes your hand. You squeeze back gently, as if to tell him that you’re still here. 

“Dallas Winston,” a lady says from behind the desk. He looks up from your joined hands; you have to stand and pull him with you. 

“I’m fine. My teeth are fine. They’re all good. Can’t we just go (Y/N)?”

“No, if I hear my best friend complain one more time about how much his jaw aches I’m going to slap you.”

“Well I guess I can make my best friend happy.” He smiles at you. You quickly let go of his hand and push him into the small room. “(Y/N)!!” he screams. The woman lets you back there and tells you the dentist will be there in two minutes. She pushes Dallas into the reclining chair in the center of the room. You get a bit mad at how she’s treating him. That’s your crush— best friend.

Well he is your crush. You first met him because you went to school with him in his early years until he dropped out Freshman year. You still kept in touch and sometimes (most of the time) he’d convince you to skip class and joke around town. You’d do anything to make him happy.

“What if I take the teeth out myself? Or—” The woman interrupts Dallas mid-sentence, twirling a pen. You’re not listening. What you’re paying attention to is the warm hand that’s now in yours. Dallas must have grabbed it up on instinct. 

“Sir, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now,” She rips your hands apart. “Where shall I put this?” She pokes you with the end of her pen.

“You mean me? Because I’m no object.”

Dallas looks at you with his big eyes, then back at the lady. “I’ll tell you what to do. Give (Y/N) back to me and shove that pen up your—”

“I’ll stay until I have to go,” you say.

Dallas smiles and the woman lets go of you. He holds out of hand. “Here hold this for me.” You open your hand and it’s automatically interlocked with his. 

“Ma’am, you need to wait in the lobby,” a man says.

“Yes sir.” You let go of Dallas’ hand. 


“What now?” The dentist asks, rolling his eyes.

You squat down next to Dally. “I’ll be right outside. After this we can go to Dairy Queen and get you your favorite hot fudge sundae, yeah?”


“I’ll see you soon.”

“Where’s (Y/N)?” 

“I’m right here, Dal,” He does his adorable laugh. 

“No you’re not. You need to be here,” He pats his lap.

You look up at the dentist. “Is he okay?”

“Anesthetic,” he says like it explains everything. You look back at Dallas with his puffed-out cheeks.

You giggle. “Dallas, you look like a squirrel.” He puffs out his gauze-filled cheeks even more. Cutie, you think.  

“Let’s get this big, bad boy to the car.”

“You know you are super pretty,” Dallas says taking a small section of your hair into his fingers. “I dream about you a lot,” This makes you freeze. “You’re more beautiful here though.”

“The doctor told you to refrain from talking.”

“Awww that don’t mean anything.”

You sigh. “Do you still want that ice cream?”

“I want you to call me Daddy.” You blush.

“Ice cream it is.”

“You say we’re best friends, (Y/N) but I fell for you when I was black out drunk—”

“Which time?” you joke.

“I don’t know. I just remember almost punching some guy’s lights out for non reason. Or maybe there was a reason. Oh, that’s right. He was all over you, and I hated that. Before I actually hit him, you took me outside. As soon as we got outside, I pushed you up against the wall and kissed you. I don’t know if that part is true because I can’t remember if you kissed back or not. But I do remember the feeling of your lips on mine. That part was fantastic.”

You do remember that night. And you do remember kissing back.

“No, you didn’t kiss me, Dallas,” you lie. “That was some other chick who you impulsively kissed when that guy made you so mad. I remember her taking you outside and you were gone for a while.”

He smiles. “You liar. I wasn’t drunk at all that night. One of the few nights I stayed sober.” He leans over and pecks your now-rosy cheeks.