and that whole night made me better

Today, August 16th 2017, marks one whole year of this blog. I don’t think people will be too surprised, given yesterday’s news, that I’ve actually rewritten this part of this post from a very different perspective to when I put it in my drafts last week. News of the Broadway production closing next month has made me heartsick because this beautiful, clever show deserves far better than what it has received, largely, over the course of the transfer. A year ago today it was press night at the Old Vic, and the unfair irony of that fact in light of last night’s news hasn’t been lost on me. No musical has ever come to mean quite this much to me, and it would be difficult to put into words (succinctly, at least) how deep an impact it has made upon my life. I’ll likely take time closer to September 17th to talk about this in more detail, but for now I want to talk about one of the major ways the musical has impacted me: through this blog, and through you lot.

Rita is very different to the majority of the characters that I’ve written before, and it’s no secret that sometimes I’ve struggled with a degree of insecurity about my portrayal of her. But the way she’s been received - the anons sent my way, the IMs people have sent me, the reactions to her backstory and headcanons from both fellow roleplayers and members of this fandom alike… It’s honestly been one of the nicest experiences I’ve ever had in this community. She’s such an important character to me, and to know that people think I’m doing her justice means far more than you know.

I’ve put this under a read more, because this is a very long post. Know that if you’re reading this, if you follow me, if you’ve ever come to speak to me about this show or headcanons or anything else, I’m more grateful than I can possibly express  ♥


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I don’t know if you ever loved me. I don’t know if the late night drives and hands held meant anything to you. But I like to think they did. I like to think that a tiny smile formed on your face when you imagined the way we laughed together. I like to believe that whenever you felt sad and alone, I was the one who made you feel whole again. Because that’s what you did for me. Without ever knowing it you were making my life better. So even if you never loved me like I loved you, I hope that I still made your life better too.

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Yurio gets drunk for the first time and he just goes on twitter and rambles about how he really likes Victuuri actually.

Twitter Rambles

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
I wish I had @v-nikiforov hair when it was long. It was so pretty.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
You don’t understand, his hair was so pretty. I cried when @v-nikiforov cut it.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
Do not get me started on @yuurikatsuki

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
@yuurikatsuki is prettier than @v-nikiforov. There I said it.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
I mean, @yuurikatsuki can go from cute and dorky to sex symbol in like seconds

Christophe Giacometti @christophe-gc
Sounds like someone has a crush @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
What gibberish are you sprouting @christophe-gc?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
I sometimes wonder who has better legs between @christophe-gc or @v-nikiforov

Phichit Chulanont @phichit+chu
And who wins? @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
It was @v-nikiforov until I saw you in shorts @phichit+chu  

Phichit Chulanont @phichit+chu
Did you just flirt with me @yuri-plisetsky?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
No @phichit+chu, I didn’t flirt with you. My boyfriend would kill me.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
I have the best boyfriend ever.

Christophe Giacometti @christophe-gc 
Please do tell us about your boyfriend @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
But you know him @christophe-gc

Christophe Giacometti @christophe-gc
I do? @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
Yeah @otabek-altin 

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
WHO IS DATING MY SON!? @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki 
Is no one else concern as to why @yuri-plisetsky is suddenly being so honest.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky 
Yura decided to have a few drinks tonight. Please disregard everything that he said.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov 
NO!!! MY ADORABLE, BABY BOY IS DATING SOMEONE!!! I WILL NOT LET THIS SLIDE!!! @yuri-plisetsky 

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki 
Thank you for looking after him @otabek-altin @yuri-plisetsky 


Yuri groaned as he shifts around in bed, his tongue tasting like cardboard and his head pounding.

“I told you not to drink,” a voice said, causing him to groan.

“Too loud,” he mumbled while attempting to drag the blankets over his head, only to find them pinned down by something.

He huffed as he shifted around until he found a warm spot that had clearly been taken up by his boyfriend not moments ago.

“Yura,” his boyfriends voice rang out as he was nudged. “I have water and painkillers.”

He groaned, refusing to sit up.

“You said some horrible things on twitter,” he slowly cracked an eye open to see Otabek Altin standing above him with a glass of water. He sighed as he shifted into an upright position and accepted the water and tablets handed to him.

“How bad?” he croaked out after finishing the whole glass of water in an attempt to get the cardboard taste out of his mouth. Instead of answering, his phone appeared in front of his face.

“You tell me,” he huffed while taking the phone and quickly set to work opening the twitter app and groaning at all the horrible confessions he made the night before.

“Let’s run away,” he mumbled as he was joined on the bed by his boyfriend.

“If that is what you want,” Otabek said while wrapping him up in a hug.

“Better than dealing with the lovesick couple.” Yuri mumbled as he settled into Otabek’s side for a few more hours’ sleep. Hopefully his headache would be gone by then.

Twitter War AU

The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.


“ADRIEN FUCKING DEAD AGRESTE!”

All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.

“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.

“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.

Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”

Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”

Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”

“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.

Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting, Nino thought.


One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”

Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.

“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.

“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”

And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”

Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?

Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”

Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.

“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”

Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.

Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.

Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”

Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”

“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.

“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”

Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”

Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”

At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”

Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”

“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.

“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”

“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?

Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”

’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.

"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.

“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.

“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.

“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”

“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”

Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”

“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.

“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.

“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.

Marinette screeched. “YOU WERE WEARING MY FAVORITE PINK STOCKINGS.”

“THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT.”

"I’m sure it totally does.”

Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.

"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.

“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”

“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”

Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.

After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars.
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“So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.

“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.

“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.

Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”

Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.

“I couldn’t make friends, I was just afraid of being outside or around people alone.

and there was this statue of like the founder of something, a really shitty statue, like all rusty metal, 

and it was these shapes

and he was pointing down at me

and I was so… scared…”

first thing of art I’ve made entirely digitally for once, instead of inking it traditionaly first. hopefully I can start getting better and this whole digital art stuff

Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

That’s What Friends Are For

Originally posted by alltimewolf


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

Request: 46 😊

46 - “Can I kiss you right now?”

Warnings: none

Word count: 785

Sorry it’s short.

Everybody, before you read this, go follow @escapeintape because she’s cool as hell and an amazing writer. She also requested this.

Also, feel free to criticize me.

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The Man You Hate

Requests:  Plz do a part two of the men you loved where savitar re lives her and she gets revenge on the flash and in the end she stays with savitar - @thejulietfarciertlove

AND

Read The Man You Loved, it was fantastic! Pls part 2! Maybe where Barry has guilt throughout the next few months and maybe the reader’s sister finds out and lashes out at Barry. Maybe Iris dies in the end too so Barry has no one now. Maybe meets Earth 2 Reader happily married to Earth 2 Barry. (He and Iris divorced or something)

AND

part 2 of the man you loved?

AND

I liked the last imagine but what if Barry never really gets a choice to save the two girls. It’s actually the future reader (ally/lover of Savitar) who kills iris bc she knows barry wouldn’t have chosen her. Savitar makes Barry feel regretful because of it.

AND

Could you please make a part two to the one shot the man you loved Maybe some things that happened after he got the reader killed and feels really guilty about it and maybe involve the others too thx - @shirleyleylove 

AND

The Man U loved part 2 please💜💜💜

Warnings: Angst, violence, cursing, mourning, Barry feeling sorry for himself, Barry feeling guilty, suicide, cursing

A/N: Holy crap guys! You loved part one and in one night my ask box was filled with requests for a part 2! So, by popular demand, here is part two. I did change it so it doesn’t fit all of the requests.

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Goodbye, Isaac Lahey

Characters: Isaac x Reader

A/N: This is part of my Goodbye, Teen Wolf series. There will be 10 imagines released, each part saying goodbye to my favorite characters of Teen Wolf. I swear I’m not crying.

Remember, some will be longer than others!

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Dear Isaac,

I couldn’t think of a way to say this to your face, and you left for France sooner than expected but I needed to tell you everything I felt, and thought, and experienced whilst I had the pleasure of being your best friend. Best friends. What a weird phrase to describe someone I experienced every first with, aye?

You were my first friend, my first true and loyal friend, Isaac. Thank you for that. The first day of freshman year would have been horrible if it wasn’t for you, you kept me laughing throughout the whole day - I was so happy to see we had every period together for the year. You made high school so much easier to deal with. Seeing your tall figure walking towards my locker created a mess inside my stomach, I couldn’t explain it until our first kiss.

Do you remember that night? I was a blubbering soul that couldn’t stop crying because Jackson was so in love with Lydia Martin and not me. But you made it better - you showed me that I didn’t need a jackass like him. I just needed you to spend the night with me, cuddling me and watching reruns of Friends on the TV. I always said we were Chandler and Monica because we were best friends, but deep down, I knew we loved each other no matter what. You calmed me down that night, and then we were talking about kisses. We were fourteen and never been kissed before. Thank you for kissing me that night.

We went a year without talking about that kiss, it really hurt me, Isaac. I never told you the truth because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I really liked you, I couldn’t stop thinking about that one night and then my 16th Birthday happened. Isaac, I was a fool that night. We both agreed it shouldn’t have happened and we will forget about it, but I should have stood up for myself. You were the first person I had sex with, you were the first person to really make me feel and for that, thank you. You made me feel safe, and loved, and important but you left that night.

You were the first person to really break my heart when you choose Allison over me, and I’m sorry for what happened to her, Isaac but you left me because you couldn’t handle the pain of losing her. I’ll never forgive you for that, I was there through everything - I was the person you came to when you seeked comfort from your father, when you were failing classes, when you joined Derek’s pack. Isaac, it was always me and I don’t understand how you never realized that.

You broke me. I know by this time next year, I’ll be fine and I’ll probably forget about it all, but right now, whilst I’m writing this letter, I’m hurt and I feel humiliated. You caused this, Isaac Lahey, and for that, I’ll never ever forgive you because I loved you.

Goodbye, Isaac.

Your old friend,

Y/N.


Dear Y/n,

I’m sorry.

Goodbye,

Isaac.

Senior Year + College stuff (HC’s with The Sincerely Three)

A/N: I didn’t fully know what to do with Senior Year, so I just made that college stuff as well, wohooo


Connor:

  • He’d be 0 excited for his senior year, while ur all #Hyped for it
  • Honestly, he’s just so anxious about what will happen after school
  • Cuz Boii, he’s afraid of his future and he’s afraid of losing you
  • Sometimes when you two hang out, you guys start talking about everything and then he starts talking about him losing you
  • And he starts crying
  • And ur like “Noooo” and ur heart is breaking
  • You’re assuring him that ur gonna stick to his side, no matter what, even after school
  • “But why would you even want to stay with me? I’m stupid and I’m probably not gonna achieve anything in my life” – “Well, because I want you, no matter what. It’s that simple.”
  • A lot of love, a lot of kisses
  • Sometimes in school, he’d even write you little notes and hide them in your locker
  • You’d be like Heart Eyes and aaaw it’s so cute
  • And Connor would blush, and be so happy that u like it cuz at first he thought you would think it was cheesy and bäh
  • You guys don’t give a shit anymore about what other people think of you
  • Some ppl still call Connor a freak, then laugh, but he just turns around, mocks them and yells “You’re childish and gonna die alone” at them
  • You are #SHOOK (but he’s right tho)
  • He got a lot more self-confident and you are so proud of him omg
  • His parents r still kinda dicks to him and literally force him into going to college (they want him to become a lawyer or like any job in a higher position)
  • Connor doesn’t give a shit and just applies for a photography school
  • To get into it, he needs to show them a portfolio, but mate doesn’t have one
  • “Maybe I could be your model, or so? You know, for some photos?” His eyes lit up and omg he was so happy to have you and was soo!! excited to take some nice photos of you
  • These photos were beautiful and Connor made you cry sometimes cuz it was all so Emotional
  • You’ve always hated your body, so you were not really excited when he said he wanted to take photos of you wearing literally nothing
  • But all the time, he whispered “God, you’re so beautiful” which made you sob sometimes
  • The ppl from said school loved his portfolio and immediately accepted him
  • Omg Connor was so happy and kissed you all the time and thanked you, oh god
  • Your prom was also really cute
  • At first, he didn’t want to attend it, but you begged him so much and well, he couldn’t say no to you
  • But Connor freaking enjoyed himself so much, he even danced with you
  • (He even waltzed!!! Because you showed it to him some weeks before prom; so cute)
  • At the end of it, you guys were so exhausted, just dropped into bed and immediately fell asleep
  • He held you so tight and omg u two are so in love wtf
  • BONUS: You two move together after high school, Connor’s a super photographer, while you also work together with him in his own studio, you two love each other very much and stay together #Forever

Evan:

  • Our mate would be #anxious
  • “What if I can’t go to a good college? What if I CAN go to a good college, but we just can’t afford it?” – “Evan, it’s 3 am in the morning, what”
  • He’d totally be in the studying phase, where you wouldn’t see him some days
  • “Can I come over?” – “Well, I still have to write three essays, I gotta do that assignment for Ms Miller and OH GOD, I need to-“ – “Yeaaah, I’ll be there in like 20 minutes”
  • You’d help him with his stuff, he’d help you with your stuff
  • Evan used to be really quiet and shy about your relationship, but now in Senior Year, he’s all open about that
  • He doesn’t care what people will think and he even ignores some comments from SOME GUY (*cough* Jared *cough*)
  • One time, and god, you were surprised, he even slapped your butt while he passed you in the hallway
  • Afterwards he apologized like a million times for it, but you assured him that you didn’t mind
  • You kinda liked it wtf
  • Anyway, Evan would do all these essay contests to get a scholarship
  • He’d be doubting all the time that any college would be interested in him
  • You’d always hug him, he’d wrap his arm around your waist and you’d just whisper in his ear, how wonderful he is and how happy you are that he’s your boyfriend
  • Evan was also kinda scared that you’d leave him afterwards when you two go to different colleges
  • You were also v scared about that
  • So you two made a total serious pact that you’re just not going to break up
  • it’s that simple
  • NOW TO THE GOOD NEWS
  • Evan got accepted to one of his Top 3 colleges!
  • And you as well!
  • You two celebrated the whole night, laughing and kissing, maybe even some drinking, but not too much
  • “What should I do at college now? When I won’t drink alcohol, they’re gonna think I’m a loser!” – “Then both of us are losers!”
  • Cheers!
  • So, you two went to different colleges
  • A lot of tears, when you said goodbye
  • But!! Evan tries to drive to you every weekend
  • One time, he didn’t have enough time and couldn’t manage to get to you
  • Well, then you took a train to his college and surprised him (Maybe you two cried then and omg u 2 are so cute)
  • and ur PROM!!!
  • Evan made like a cute promposal
  • But sort of fucked it up and thought he was a mistake
  • u laughed and thought it was the cutest thing ever
  • So on prom night, you two danced and smooch and kissed and omg that love, beautiful night

Jared:

  • “It’s our Senior Year” – “Yeah” – “Jared, we need to do something” – “No”
  • Jared would be all chill about it, while you’re all worried
  • He’d (sometimes) study stuff for his SAT’s
  • But not really tbh
  • Everybody would ask him which college he’d like to go to
  • And Jared would be like “Uhm, rude?”
  • Even you would try to persuade him into trying to achieve!!! more things cuz he’s smart and you’d tell him this all the fucking time!!!!
  • So, Jared agrees into “trying”
  • You would go to his house and study some school stuff
  • He’s friggin smart and v good at math and helps u
  • (bc obviously if one person needs help with math it’s u ok)
  • You’d try to study, but Jared just nudges you all the time and kisses you, while ur like #serious about it
  • Okay, but at some point you’d just give in nd u make out alright
  • ANYWAY the SAT’s right
  • Boi fucking destroyed it
  • You were so happy for him and ohhh god
  • And Jared was all like “Well, I told you I was smart!”
  • (Alright but he was also very excited about it and so happy bc finally he could prove to people how smart he was)
  • So, he goes to college and probably studies summat to do with computers idk
  • Before he leaves, you two have an immense!! horrible fight about what will happen to your relationship
  • bc to you, it seemed that Jared didn’t care about you at all
  • but he did!!! so much!!!!
  • (you guys made up again tho)
  • BTW UR PROM
  • you didn’t attend it alright lmao
  • you just took some fake prom photos
  • and spent the whole night in his room, playing video games, watching films and getting drunk

Reasons why I think people ship Syndisparklez part 2:

Part 1 here

1. Reactions to the first kiss:

- Jordan’s reaction included noises that sound like he didn’t think he’d like it and then it was surprisingly pleasing (at 15:05, the link already has the time built in): https://youtu.be/4MooEz_scbU?t=15m5s

Also here’s the excerpt: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/141797412040/were-you-sober-when-you-kissed-tom

Another important thing is that Jordan said he wasn’t drunk, which made us realize that it was a lot more consensual then we thought in the first place (yes, there were posts talking about how the whole thing was problematic and people wrote fics about how Jordan was so drunk he couldn’t even stand up. So knowing he was fairly sober made me and a lot of people feel much better about the whole situation). Also Tom said he didn’t have a hangover, which made us believe he wasn’t really drunk either (https://youtu.be/B4Dm6pqd5Kc?t=3m46s - at 3:46).

- Tom’s reaction was that he really liked it: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/142711271111/did-i-enjoy-kissing-jordan

2. New York:

- Unfortunately those who missed the livestream probably won’t ever see all the Syndisparklez moments that happened that night. The audio was terrible (I mean seriously, the organizers of the event were really unprofessional) so Jordan decided not to upload his stream even though he had better audio than Tom. 

Tom did upload his: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MqO_NHAN4c (there’s also a part 1 that’s only 24 minutes long cause his stream crashed, I don’t remember if there are Syndisparklez moments in there, you’re welcome to check), but just beware of really bad audio quality, you can barely hear him and Jordan even less. The bummer is that on Jordan’s stream you could hear both of them but he didn’t upload it. If anyone recorded the stream that night, could you please let us know?

- But there’s one screenshot I took at the end (which isn’t on Tom’s stream but was on Jordan’s) where Tom couldn’t hold back any longer and tickled Jordan’s shoulder:

Screenshots of the tickle that smorescake took (at least I think so; it was posted on their blog): http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143027807783/smorescake-i-dont-know-what-to-say

- Tom’s vlog of the day they spent together at New York is full of Syndisparklez stuff: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZexIlKh5RZs&t=382s

Video highlights of the vlog:

Look at his pants, they’re ridiculous: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143069785835/look-at-his-pants-theyre-ridiculous

This is the most romantic walk to the toilet: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143069962394/this-is-the-most-romantic-walk-to-the-toilet

Other highlights: 

  •  I love you to pieces:
    Tom: Jordan listen, listen, listen alright? I love you to pieces…
    Jordan: By the way…
    Tom: No green shorts, but… *zooms in on Jordan’s ‘shoes’*
    Jordan: What are thoooose?
    Tom: *What* *are* those*? I’m not even doing the ‘what are those’. I’m genuinely asking. Are they loafers?
    Jordan: I don’t know what you call them.
    Tom: Loafers. You’re a loaf of bread.
  • Tom searching desperately for Jordan cause he loses sight of him for a second.
  • Tom zooming in way too close on Jordan’s face quite a few times.

3. Conventions in June 2016:

- Tom texted Jordan while drunk asking him to loan his house for a party (2:27): https://youtu.be/V7YsgJKkT1Y?t=2m27s

  • Tom: Hey, if I did ever do it I’d give you buttery nipples all night long.
    Jordan: Mmmmm, oh that’s…
    Tom: In a sexual term.
    Jordan: That’s more tempting.

- He asked Jordan to give him a return kiss and looked really bummed out when Jordan backed out and walked away (6:14): https://youtu.be/xuuvBLRwg6Q?t=6m14s

Excerpt instead of whole video: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/146461823225/do-i-get-a-kiss-now-you-gotta-return-the-favour

  • Tom: sneaks up behind Jordan with his phone recording so Jordan sees the phone right in front of his face before he sees Tom
    Jordan: Oh! Hi!
    Tom: laughs
    Jordan: That was abrupt.
    Tom: Do I get a kiss now? turns his cheek to Jordan You gotta return the favor. taps his cheek
    Jordan: stares at the camera awkwardly
    Tom: Jor… looking dejected
    Person behind camera: Ooh, ooh…
    Jordan: opens mouth as if to say something, still looking really awkward, then closes his mouth and backs right out of the frame and walks away
    Tom: walks forward looking really sad

4. Pokemon GO:

- Highlights from the Pokemon GO adventures that Jordan and Tom had with their friends:

5. THE SECOND KISS:

Tom comes back to Los Angeles and Jordan stars in two of his vlogs. In them they both act like boyfriends.

Highlights from the first video (https://youtu.be/Ri59_jeVwNo):

  • Tom: (sees Mclaren) Oh my gosh Jordan you fucking sexual man!
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: Um if you want…
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: I know a lot of…
    Tom: Dude we’ve already been shipped. We’ve already been shipped!
    Jordan: A lot of people on tumblr would love that.
    Tom: Yeah, can we have babies then? (Jordan: ye, yeah) Can I have your babies (Jordan: yeah) and can this (points at Mclaren) be my, be my present to be your husband? (Jordan grins and nods: yeah)
    Miniladd: Can I be in the background to make weird faces again?
    Tom: God you shit! (I think? I didn’t hear it well)

    (conversation copied from my post on my main blog: https://ineharnia.tumblr.com/post/156368985946/from-toms-video-happy-birthday-surprise)

  • They act soft around each other.
  • Jordan grinning when Tom points the camera at him and then laughing in happiness at the grin: https://ineharnia.tumblr.com/post/156550993956/this-is-my-first-gif
  • Tom has visible hickeys at the end of the video:

Highlights from the second video (https://youtu.be/36U_dqRgQj0?t=9m49s - 9:49, before that he goes iceskating with other people):

Bonus stuff:

- Twitter since December:

‘Get a cleaner side shave and I’d fuck you (no homo)’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/809852523481706497

‘You look like Dwayne Johnson’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/810164150294970368

‘I’d love to skeet with you’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/816402931666731008

‘Will gladly compare dick sizes’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/819390353547534337

‘Thanks bae’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/821625510493061121

‘Date night *smirk*’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/823792024159600640

*kisses pp better* - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/829502423945277440

pp kissing ship support - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/829549890736762880

‘Will you be my valentine?’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/831562841639444480

- Tom feeling Jordan’s abs: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/139819733580/tom-feeling-jordans-abs-enough-said

- Tom kissing other men (plus being extremely flirty and making gay jokes - not the homophobic kind - throughout the videos):

https://youtu.be/HWutpsDEkVU?t=17m16s

https://youtu.be/zGfhLFxx-zA?t=5m58s

Also here’s a playlist I made of all the Syndisparklez vlogs: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLefkFsq32NceWkxW_efhhyzOHcemOU1nd

school reunion - nick robinson

Originally posted by nixkrobinsxn

Words: 1360

Requested: nope

Rating: all readers


you weren’t sure what to expect as you walked into place you’d be met with all the faces you had once known 10 years ago. Now being 28 you had maybe one or two close friends from high school, the rest you never talked to again or were just Facebook friends.

One of the faces you are about to see include your high school sweetheart, your first love. Yes all that cliche stuff that happened in high school, that you constantly tried to forget about. Let’s just say the last week of school a fight broke you up and you ended up sitting all by yourself at prom, while he danced with one of the cheerleaders that he knew you didn’t like.

28 years old and you were still single and had only had a few boyfriends the past 10 years and the longest of that was 6 months. For the most part of you being an independent woman, you just spent the past 10 years working as a

As you walked down the hallways the memories that you tried to push away all these years came rushing back to, the quick make outs along the walls when teacher wouldn’t be watching, the girls looking at you with envy because they wanted to date Nick. Now they wouldn’t have to envy you, he was probably happy with some other girl.

You inhaled a breath of air as you opened the door to the room, already being ten minutes late. “Y/F/N we thought you weren’t coming” You heard the voice of one of your old classmates that you barely remembered the name of as you just nodded before finding your way to your only good friends now Alissa and Rose.

“How come I have to go through a full day of work and then I’m forced to come visit people who I knew ten years ago” You sighed as you sat down beside the girls resting your head on Alissa’s shoulder. They gave you a fake offended look as you reassured them that they were the only ones you wanted to see.

“So y/n still going out with Josh” Rose asked referring to an idiot of a guy that you ended up dumping two months ago because let’s just say he was a self-absorbed guy who ended up cheating on you with your co-worker who you once classified as a friend.

“Dumped his sorry ass when he cheated on me with Sarah” You muttered as you looked around to find where the wine was served that Alissa held in her hand, as you spotted the table of drinks you noticed no other than your old boyfriend standing right beside it chatting to one of his old mates that he was on the soccer team with.

After a few minutes of contemplating if the wine was worth it, you stood up and walked towards the table, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get through this night without a couple glasses of wine.

A few faces glanced at you with curiousness, as you were well aware that it probably looked like you were walking towards Nick. As you finally reached the table Nick looked at you before doing a double take, yet all you did was ignore him and grabbed the wine, grabbing the biggest glass you could find and pouring enough that would get you through the first hour.

As Nick’s friend left he turned towards you leaning his arm against the table, his signature smirk adoring his face, as he started speaking. “Why if it isn’t miss y/l/n, how have you been beautiful?” He asked, the look on his face making it seem genuine.

Already having enough of his presence you scoffed and turned to walk away the glass of wine held firmly in your hand, as your attitude made it seem as if you were in your teen years again.

You saw eyes following your movements as you walked away from Nick and back to your friends, him making no more efforts to talk to you.

Throughout the night people kept asking what had happened with Nick and why he went to the prom with Bethany way back 10 years ago.

*Flashback*

As you were sat alone at one of the nicely decorated tables, you were questioning why your prom had to end like this. You knew it was too good to be true to have a nice boyfriend that you dated for the most of high school with no mishaps , now the day before graduation you were sad and just wanted to be finished with school.

Your friends all had dates that they were dancing with, hell even Nick had somehow found himself a date in the short time that our breakup was.

Which was only three days, it had taken him three days to get over me. I guess you could say that was probably what hurt the most right now. You looked away from Nick as a slow song came on and they began to slowly dance.

Over the course of the night teachers came up to you asking if you were alright and questioning why you were sat alone at prom by yourself, resulting in feeling self pity and sadness as you attempted to hold back all the tears. But you had already told yourself no crying, not tonight and in front of all these people.

As You saw Nick kiss Bethany you rushed to the bathroom, already feeling the tears spilling from your eyes, as you sobbed in the bathroom stall you questioned why you had even decided to come tonight.

Deciding you had enough you walked out of the bathroom and straight to the exit of the room you were in, your dressed crinkled and your face probably smudged with mascara.

*Flashback ended*

Graduation wasn’t as special as it should’ve been as you didn’t feel one bit excited and got off the stage as soon as you could, leaving at the first possible chance you had gotten.

As you were stood talking to one of your old teacher you were grabbed by the hand and heard Nick’s voice as he apologised to the teacher telling her how he had to speak to you.

“I’m sorry” He sighed after you had both left the classroom and were standing out in the hallways, it was weird how it was so quiet. Back in high school you were used to the constant chatter of students.

“For what” You asked quietly as you looked towards him and saw how much he had changed, his features had matured and he looked just as hot as he did when he was eighteen. But now was not the time to be checking out your ex boyfriend.

“For being such a fucking ass, at prom” He said as he explained that he saw how you looked that night and never did anything to make you feel better.

“I mean you did just go off with some other girl three days after we broke up” You stated attempting to add some humour, but you both knew you weren’t being humorous on bit. That was probably the thing that hurt the most with the whole break up.

“Y/N I’m such a fucking idiot and I know this probably is a weird time to ask, as we haven’t seen each other in 10 years, but since we broke up I haven’t had a proper relationship and seeing you tonight made me realise how I’m still in love with your beautiful self, so what I’m saying is can I take you out on a date” He blurted out all that he said as you giggled at him.

Deciding to be a little spontaneous you grabbed his hand and pushed him against the lockers playfully as you kissed his lips for the first time in 10 year and as you felt the sparks you knew that this could work out again.

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EXO Lotto Reaction when their GF is taken by a rival gang

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/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*It hasn’t been five minutes before he appears and rescues you* “Run jagi… I didn’t tell the boys to come. We will make it but we gotta hurry…”

Kris:

*Such a Mafia boss* “I don’t think you heard me right… you give me my girl, and I’ll let you live. If not.. you know what happens. Either way, I’m getting her back”

Sehun:

*At the other gang’s place* “Oh sorry guy… I lost something so.. I was trying to find her… but couldn’t… so before I trash you all… like I did with this place, you better tell me where she is”

Tao:

*There will be blood, that’s for sure. They better surrender before that gang disappears from Earth* “No one… no one messes with my girl!”

Kai:

*If reason is not going to work, he’ll get you back by force* “We’ve been in peace for a while… but I guess you wanted it to stop. So I’ll stop our peace treaty… and I’ll take my girl home”

Xiumin:

*Even if he has to give his own life, he’ll do everything to keep you safe* “It’s okay jagi.. this is only a scratch. Nothing compares to the pain I felt when I thought they had done something to you… you are safe now”

Baekhyun:

“Hey there jagi… sorry I’m a little bit late. We ran into some.. inconveniences. but it’s all fixed now. We are taking you home” *It’s better if you don’t know what happens*. 

Luhan:

*He didn’t really need the whole gang to come with him… but you know… just in case* “Give her to me now… and I might consider leaving you semi-alive..”

Chen:

*After some kicks and punches* “Tell me… who took her. If you do, I might spare the others. But don’t forget, you won’t go unscratched if you dare hurting one of my own”

Kyungsoo:

*Rumor says no one made it to tell after that night*

Lay:

*Appears in their place to settle things )not without a back up plan of course)* “Let’s solve this like… civilized people. I don’t want to destroy this lovely house… and I don’t think all your people is guilty… I don’t like hurting innocents. So bring her back to me… before I change my mind”

Suho:

*They are already waiting at their location before the rival gang arrives with you* “Honestly you thought you were smarter? We are the Kings… no one get’s in our way”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

snakehips&MØ - don’t leave (i may not ever get my shit together but ain’t nobody gonna love you better) | transviolet - bloodstream (keep coming back ‘cause it’s you i crave) | halsey - strange love (we wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night but the ending is the same every damn time) | olivia holt ft. jordan fisher - thin air (our chemistry is glowing, made the whole world stare) | olivver the kid - attica 71 (i felt love in the strangest depths surrounded by evil & hate it crept) | hayley kiyoko - one bad night (you make me feel like i wanna be bad) |  mckenzie small - caught feelings (you keep running through my mind you got me feeling hazy-eyed) | the neighbourhood - single (i still got a crush that’s obvious, if nobody’s around what’s stopping us?) | sirenxx - i think i like you (i want it out to remind me of the first time willing to fall in forever if it feels right)

8tracks | spotify

Lie To Me

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N), brief appearances by Sam Winchester, Charlie, Jo and Ellen Harvelle.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 2669 (with lyrics)

Warnings: Angst, a smudge of fluff, but mostly ANGST. At least I hope there is.

Author’s Note: Hey guys :) This is for my ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing) Kari’s challenges: “Kari’s favorite things” challenge (I got “Singing Karaoke with Dean- badly”) and her Angst Appreciation Day. I hope I did good. I know it probably just…sucks…*hides face*

**Song that inspired this fic (along with the prompt :)): Lie To Me by Bon Jovi



Lie To Me

The crowd was drunk and wild.

And I loved every second of it. I wasn’t a great singer but I did manage to hold a note every now and then. So when the opportunity for karaoke night came up, I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down from it.

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“Let’s Make a Deal”

Request: Hi (: I don’t know if you’re still getting requests but if you are I’d like to have one please! I’d like one about Draco Malfoy and a Gryffindor girl and he was always rude to her, but they had a small crush on each other and he asks her to go to the Yule Ball with him and she thinks he’s joking…You can finish it the way you like the best. Thank you so much.

⇢  In which a stubborn Slytherin Draco and Gryffindor Reader combination makes for an interesting Yule Ball-posal.

“It’s almost Christmas.”

As the Gryffindor common room filled with Seamus’ off-key rendition of “Santa Baby,” you quirked a brow. “Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Have you found a date for the Ball yet?” questioned Fred, flashing you a grin.

You shrugged, making a face. “Not yet.”

“Well, my offer still stands–”

“Don’t even think about it, Weasley,” you deadpanned. “I’d rather not get on Angelina’s bad side.”

“Bad side? She doesn’t have a bad side,” he said with faux dreaminess, drifting toward the center of the room.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself, deciding to ditch the noisy common room to study for exams. While the roaring fireplace and bustling Gryffindors indeed made for a cozy setting, the constant chatter made it hard to focus.

As you made your way to your usual table in the library, you passed Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger, smiling to yourself as you heard Hermione’s endless prattle.

“Revolting, aren’t they?”

You inwardly groaned at the all too familiar voice. “You’re one to talk,” you retorted, eyeing Malfoy. “I think it’s sweet; Hermione showing the world you don’t need to be outgoing and gregarious to catch the attention of a handsome Quidditch star.”

“I wouldn’t take that to heart,” he drawled. “Not even Longbottom would go to the Yule Ball with the likes of you.”

“Well, seeing as Neville is twice the gentleman you’ll ever be,” you paused, pursing your lips, “it does seem unlikely I’d manage to score someone as stellar as he is.”

Draco scoffed, cocking his head. “Longbottom? A gentleman? He lacks the physical capability to open the door for himself, let alone open it for another person.”

You placed your hand over your forehead, your thumb rubbing your temple. “If the only reason you’re talking to me is to insult me and my friends, just leave.”

Draco’s lips thinned, gauging his options. To your surprise, he relented. “Fine.”

“Not so arrogant without your two cronies?” you pushed.

He paused. You silently cursed yourself.

He would have left if you hadn’t opened your mouth. You knew that. But you couldn’t help yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed his annoying presence.

The side of Draco’s lip quirked upward as he turned toward you. “I just thought I’d prove to you how much of a gentleman I am.”

Without so much as another glance, he left the library with a slight smirk, leaving you to fight the stupid grin off your face.

+ + +

It was Day 2 of your revision and you made your way to the library, yet again. You waved as you passed Hermione, Krum-less. This time, you saw a pale blonde at your usual table.

“You again.” You pulled out a chair and rested your head in front of his.

Draco lifted his gaze. “You do know it’s impolite to bother someone while they are revising, yes?” Still, he didn’t tell you to leave.

“I agree. Someone should have said that to the twat who was bothering me yesterday.”

He scoffed, but there was an amused glint playing in his eyes. He averted his attention back to his textbook. Following his lead, you opened up your copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. His head stayed down, gazing at his book, but painfully aware of your company. Unmoving, you, too, stared down at your book.

The tension built and it became a game. As the colored uniforms passed through the library, who would move away first, not wanting to be seen with a member of the opposing house? No one moved.

Moments of determined silence passed before Draco glanced your way. “Your lips purse when you’re focused, did you know?”

Quirking an eyebrow, you attempted to retract your lips without looking like an idiot. “Actually, no. I wasn’t aware. But, thank you, for forever making me self-conscious about it now.”

“No. It’s cute,” said Draco.

Your eyes widened in response, then, clearing your throat, you murmured, “If you’re trying to make me leave first by throwing up…tempting, but it won’t work.”

“Unless you plan on sleeping here, get up. Because I definitely won’t give in.”

“Oh please, I bet I could last the whole night here, easily.”

Draco’s upper lip curled up and you couldn’t help thinking you’ve made a mistake. “Prove it.”

Well, shit. “Pardon?”

“If you’re so confident, let’s make a deal,” he said.

Instead of denying, curiosity got the better of you. “What deal?”

“If you don’t follow your word to stay at the library all night, then you have to go to the Yule Ball as my date.”

“Excuse me?” You were incredulous. “The library closes at eight! Madam Pince will throw me out herself, if she has to.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran your big mouth.”

You glared. “Let’s say I somehow manage to stay here all night. What do I get?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you stayed true to your word.”

“That is stupid.”

Draco egged you on. “Is this a common Gryffindor thing? Boasting with nothing to back your claims up?”

“Shut up, Malfoy. Gryffindors stay true to their words, unlike you slimy Slytherins.”

He simply smirked. “Prove it.

“Fine. The deal is on. If I lose, I’ll accompany you to the Ball.” He opened his mouth, looking triumphant. “But,” you continued, “if I win, you have to wear a Gryffindor pin up until Christmas Eve.”

“Unlikely,” he leered, but held out his hand.

You shook it.

Without another word, Draco gathered his books and walked away.

“Wait–you don’t have to stay?”

“The deal was only about you staying, love,” he called. “The library officially closes at eight, yes? I’ll see you outside at eight ‘o one.”

“Unlikely,” you shot.

Alone, you noticed the library had cleared significantly. Even Hermione was gone. It was a minute until eight and your spine stiffened as you sensed Madam Pince stalking the grounds.

You groaned, “That damned Malfoy.”

After Madam Pince threatened to hex you and give you a month’s detention, you begrudgingly made your way out of the library.

Unsurprised, you saw Malfoy waiting. When he saw you, his mouth curved into an unfairly attractive smirk. “Eight ‘o six. You lasted five minutes longer than I thought. Congratulations.”

“Get stuffed, Malfoy.”

He was unphased. “That’s no way to treat your future Yule Ball date.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why me, anyway?”

“Gryffindor or not, you’re the only girl beautiful enough to dance with me.”

Despite your intentions, you blushed. “Whatever, Draco,” you mumbled, heading toward the Gryffindor Tower.

Draco was one step behind you. Then he was walking next to you. You turned your head, raising an eyebrow at him. He raised one back. “Yes? I’m only making sure Madam Pince doesn’t change her mind and come after you.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He paused. “The only times I lie to you is when I say you’re anything but beautiful.”

By now, you guys made it up to the tower.

“A deal is a deal. I’m already your date. No need for further flattery.”

Draco smiled, shaking his head. “It’s not flattery, just the truth.”

You stood in awkward silence for a while. “Well…Goodnight. Thanks for walking me. I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” As Draco laughed and bade you goodnight, you smiled.

Maybe being Draco’s date to the Yule Ball wouldn’t be such a dreadful event.


This is terrible. This is awkwardly short for me. Draco is so out of character. I’m just on my period and I wanted to write something cute and adorable and this reminded me of a cute past fling(?) aND I JUST WANT TO CRY. As I reread, I realized how poorly written and rushed the beginning and end are. My apologies. This was basically to get over a writer’s block.

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Good Girl Ch 22: First Time (M)

He lays me on his bed, my dress already discarded the minute we entered the room, leaving me in my white bra and underwear. A handsome grin spreads across his face, “Tao had the right idea putting that on you.” Next thing to go is his shirt, followed by his sweatpants before he begins crawling up his bed to get to me. “You look so beautiful like this.” I find myself blushing under his intense gaze as he is leaning over me. His arms are on either side of my head, his hips are in between my legs. “I’m going to go slow so you tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

I nod. He leans in close, placing a soft kiss on my lips before making his way along my jaw, down my neck, and all over my chest. My heart is beating so fast I’m surprised he can’t hear. With one more kiss right in between my breasts he glances up at me as he uses the front clasp to remove the cloth in his way. With that gone he continues his sweet kisses that send electricity threw my body, making my lower half tingle. His mouth finds my right nipple, a small whimper leaves my mouth, something that makes the older man smile.

“That was beautiful, do it again,” He continues his sucking and nibbling on my breast before switching to the other one that has been neglected. More moans slip from my lips as I arch my back for more contact.

“Daddy that feels so good.” He goes lower and lower until his kisses reach my clothed womanhood. I squeak at the tingling sensation making him chuckle. My underwear is quickly removed giving him the access he wants.

“I love the way you taste,” He kitten licks my sensitive little bud and my hips buck up the wonderful sensation. His hands grip my hips tighter as he continues with his teasing. I whine, the older smirks, “What baby? I told you we were going slow.”

“But not this slow!”

“What do you want me to do baby? Fuck you up against the wall? You are too tight for that, I need to get you ready.”

“I am ready!”

He chuckles again, “Are you really baby?” He surprises me buy slipping a single finger into me making me clench. “Oh, you’re so wet, but still so tight, you gotta relax.” His finger moves in and out of me slowly at first before picking up the pace, a moan leaves my lips again. My walls clench tighter as he adds another finger, stretching me slightly. More pumping is followed by his tongue returning to my little button of nerves, no more kitten licks. I can’t help myself but to lace my fingers threw his hair, holding him to me.

“Daddy right there!” I groan, his fingers curl to reach my sweet spot making my toes curl at the tingling sensation. I let out small breathy moans, the knot in my stomach gets tighter and tighter as he continues to torture me with his pace. He adds another finger, filling me so good, the slight pain is bearable with him sucking on my bundle of nerves. Soon the stretch and the pleasure are gone, leaving me whimpering for more.

“Are you sure you’re ready baby?” He kisses his way back up my body, his lips find my quickly. I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me deeply, trying not to leave any part of my mouth untouched. When he pulls away I nod, taking deep breaths to try and relax myself at least a little. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy. I’m ready.”

With one more peck he quickly pulls a condom out of his bedside table and slipping it on before returning to his position in between my legs. He rests most of his weight on his elbows, my hands find his biceps and hold on for dear life as I feel his manhood at my entrance. Oh so slowly he pushes it in, my nails dig into his skin as my walls clench around him making him stop for a minute.

Threw grit teeth he growls out, “Baby, I need you to relax, you are so tight. I’m trying to go slow but if you keep this up I’m going to fuck you in the mattress until you can’t walk for a week.” His words soak me to the bone but I force myself to take a few deep breaths to ease the tension surrounding his member. He continues his intrusion, stretching me more and more until tears are pricking in my eyes at the burning pain. My bottom lip is in between my teeth, keeping me from letting out the small cries that are trying to slip out of my mouth. “I will make you feel so good baby, don’t cry, the pain will go away, I promise.” He kisses the tears that had slipped down my cheek.

His face is in the crook of my neck when he is fully in me, he is fisting the sheets on either side of my head, doing his best to control himself. After a minute or two, when the burning feeling subsides I take another deep breath before saying, “Move.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes daddy, move.”

Just as slowly as he pushed in, he pulls out, then back in, out, in, out, in. Just as I begin to think he was lying about the pain, he grinds himself into me, hitting the same spot from before. I moan, “Oh fuck.”

“Found it,” He chuckles before doing it again, only harder. His pace continues to be agonizingly slow; the tightening knot in my belly needs a little more. I let my hands travel down to my breasts, but I only squeeze them once before my hands are pinned above my head and he thrusts into me hard, hitting that spot just right.

“Daddy!” I basically scream in pleasure.

“I told you baby, no touching yourself. The only thing that will be making you cum is me,” Another thrust, “Understand?”

“Yes!” I groan.

“Good girl,” He smirks. “Now tell me baby, how does it feel?”

“It’s feels so good.”

“Should I go faster?”

I nod, too focused on his hips grinding against mine.

He stop moving, balls deep, he growls, “Answer me.”

“Please daddy.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me faster.”

He chuckles, “You have such a dirty mouth. I’m not fucking you baby, remember that. This is making love. I’m not touching you completely out of lust, I’m doing this to prove how much I love you. To remind you that you belong to us, that you will never be leaving, understand?”

A blush spreads across my face at his words and his hip movements, “Daddy…” I groan as he picks up his pace. Our fingers are interlocked above my head, I hold on tighter as he begins to ram into me, making me scream in pleasure. “Daddy!”

“I want you to scream my name as you cum baby, yell it for everyone to here so they all know that I’m the first to make you completely mine,” He groans in my ear as his thrusts become faster and sloppier. My breathless moans fill the room along with his almost animalistic groans until the knot in both of us finally bursts.

“Xiumin!”

………………………………

“I’m gonna kill him!” I hear Kris whisper. I don’t open my eyes just yet as I try to remember where exactly I am. Xiumin’s room. Oh yeah, I lost my virginity to Xiumin last night after I busted in crying about how no one likes me, god I’m stupid. But oh my god that was so good. Never in my life did I imagine loosing my virginity would feel that good.

“At least it wasn’t Jiyong,” Suho pipes in. Why are they all in here? It’s Wednesday, don’t they have work or something, shit, I have school. But that isn’t enough to convince me to get out of bed. It actually makes me dive deeper into Xiumin’s embrace.

“I’m jealous,” Luhan whines, I can hear the pout in his voice.

“You should just shut up and get out before you wake her up,” Xiumin growls, turning his head to glare at his younger brothers.

“Were you gentle with her?” Lay worries, making me laugh. Oh daddy Lay, always so cute.

“He was very nice, don’t worry,” I chime in peeking out from the covers.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” He comes around to the edge of the bed to look at me.

“I haven’t really moved at all, and given the option I would prefer not to for awhile.”

Xiumin tightens his grip around me, “I can agree with that.”

“How was your night out?” Chen asks with a kind smile, of course he is the one to ask a question not related to my lost virginity, thank you Chenchen.

“It was really fun, I forgot what it was like to go out with friends, it feels like it was another life.”

“I’m happy you had fun,” Suho sighs, “It’s going to become a regular thing now.”

“What?” The whole room, including me, yells.

“Jiyong has made the request, but it was definitely a demand, to get you every Tuesday night until further notice.” The room busts out in complaints and cuss words and lots of things I’m sure I was not supposed to catch. “Everyone calm down,” Suho yells firmly. “This isn’t up for discussion, that is unless our baby doesn’t want to do it.” They all look at me.

I shrug, “I have no issue with it. I like talking to him.”

“So you like him better than us?” Sehun huffs.

“No I do not like him better than you. It’s just nice to have a friend I can talk about this kind of stuff with. I can’t ask Jihyo about any of this, Jiyong is a really good listener and he gives good advice. I want to keep hanging out with him.”

They let out a loud whiny sigh, “Fine,” Kai decides, “I guess we can’t fight it as long as she is happy.”

“Now that that is settled,” I smile before snuggling back into Xiumin’s chest.

“No, school,” Suho reminds me.

“But Dad!” I whine.

“She’s staying,” Xiumin decides holding me tighter.

“We’re calling in sick today?” Chanyeol grins before slipping in bed behind me.

“Ya! Get out,” Xiumin tries to kick Chanyeol off the bed.

“Leave him alone,” I swat at the older, rolling over to lay against the warm giant.

“No, no, no, my baby,” Xiu whines.

Luhan climbs up the bed to get in between Xiumin and I, successfully almost knocking the older out of the bed, “You get her all the time Hyung, we want some time with her.”

“Dog pile!” Baekhyun declares as he charge the bed with Chen, Kai and Sehun tailing him. I can’t help but laugh as chaos breaks out and I’ve never been so thankful for Xiumin helping me get my underwear back on last night as the blanket is ripped away. People are kicking and laughing and Kris is swearing as he joins the fight. My insides tingle at the chaotic scene going on in front of me, never in my life have I felt so warm and happy.

They are such idiots.

INFATUATION | JYO

A/N: idk what this honestly but Yoonoh is my weakness. and i live for fluff. and this is also roughly edited because i don’t really give a rats ass about perfection at the moment. please enjoy.

NOTE: MENTION OF DEATH BUT NOTHING CRAZY. BUT A WARNING NONE THE LESS.

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Annie my beaut, 

GET REKT. love you xoxoxo. 

your hoe-dude/platonic girlfriend,

Li.

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word count: 1452 (FOR ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND DIVISIBLE BY FIVE, FUK MY LIFE MAIN)

Soft Yoonoh, Dimpled Yoonoh, Fluffy Yoonoh.


The first time he kissed you, you almost broke his foot.

In your defense, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you goodbye, you honestly didn’t even know that he liked you having just been friends for so long. He went to send you off after a group hangout making sure to linger around even after you shut your car door and just before you were going to drive away, he taps on your window.

“Hey, I forgot to give you something.”

“What did you–”

His kiss stole your breath and your thoughts all in one go. Thank goodness his foot wasn’t any closer to your tire because as soon as he pulled away you slammed on the gas pedal. When you got home you called him and apologized profusely for scaring the shit out of him and he apologized for not making it more romantic.


The second time he kissed you it was after he took you on a real date a few weeks later.

Yoonoh should win a medal or something for the amount of perfection that runs through him because your date was so cute it could put Ryan the Lion out of the job. He had dance practice in the evening so he planned for brunch in the late morning followed by a walk through the local museum. He never once let go of your hand or failed to tell you how beautiful you looked.

When it was time for him to go, he walked you to your doorstep, thanked you for giving him the chance to go out with you then watched you walk inside and close the door only to knock on it a few seconds after you close it.

“Hey, I forgot to give you something.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, Yoonoh pulls you gently by the arm back out onto your doorstep. He wraps one arm around your waist, places his other hand on your face, dips you and gives you the best kiss you’ve ever had in your life and you clung onto his shirt for dear life as you took in the softness of his lips. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile, which kind of killed you because his dimples were on full display melting your heart into a puddle.

He left after telling you he’d call you, taking again your thoughts and breath away.


The third time Yoonoh kissed you was at midnight new year’s day.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a couple months but kept things at a slow pace. He invited you to be his plus one for a friend’s new year’s eve party and you couldn’t say no to those huge dimples. You made him nervous from the moment he picked you up.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re trying to mess with my head. How is it that you manage to look more beautiful each time I see you? What if someone tries to steal you away from me?”

He tried to stay close to you the whole night and made sure to introduce you to all of his friends. Ten minutes before midnight he pulled you away from the crowd and into the fairy-lit backyard for more privacy, being that there were less people than the main room of the house. The clock ticked down as he held both your hands and his.

“We’ve known each other for years, and I’ve be infatuated with you for more than half of them. I smile so much my cheeks hurt when I think of you, even when I think of how you almost ran my foot over.”

You scoff at him teasingly but all he does is laugh and bring you closer placing his arms around your waist.

“You’re really cute and I like making you happy and I like that you make me happy and I want us to keep making each other happy, so will you be my girlfriend?”

You can faintly hear the sound of everyone counting down when your world slows and in this moment nothing but the dimpled thief that’s stolen your heart matters.

Three

“Yes.”

Two

“Yes? Holy shit you said yes …”

One

He leans down to kiss you as the sounds of cheering and fireworks go off. One of his hands gently framed your face and your arms are wrapped around his neck.

You’ve gotten used to not breathing or thinking. 

You’re also glad he didn’t forget this time.


The first time he knew he was in love with you was five months later.

He had to leave suddenly on a cloudy day in June. Summer rain doesn’t come often, and when it did, it brought bad news. One of his closest family members passed away in a car accident. His cousin whom he grew up was hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. The only comfort Yoonoh and his family had was that it was quick. He had to leave to help with arrangements and have alone time with his family.

You understood. Losing someone is hard on the heart.

When he returned after his two weeks away you were the one to pick him up from the airport. You didn’t ask how it went, and he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead, he asked to stay with you for a few days, he needed some time away from his family to just be with you. You held him tightly as he cried every bit of sadness out and you wish you could’ve done more. He fell asleep in your arms that night as you ran your fingers through his hair, doing your best to sooth him. That night he slept the best he’s ever slept in his whole life.


The second time he knew he was in love with you was early on a friday morning.

You woke him up with a phone call in the middle of the night and told him to put on a sweater. You arrived fifteen minutes later with a thermos of hot coffee and a big blanket then force him into your car despite the pout on his lips.

“Why are we up woman!”

“Shoosh you, there’s something we need to go see.”

And so you drove away from the city you two lived in and away from all the noise to a beach just a few hours away. The sky began to show the slightest colors of morning just as you two arrived.

You two watched the sunrise sitting from the bed of the truck you drove with the blanket wrapped around your bodies and your head on his shoulder. He was happy you forced him out of bed.


It had been 11 months since the two of you began dating and Yoonoh was still just as infatuated with you as the first time he seen you all those years ago.

It was a sunday when he woke up next to you, around seven maybe, and though you love to sleep in on the weekends, he wanted to tell you something that’s been on his mind since that somber day in June.

He turned over carefully on his side to face you. You looked peaceful and beautiful.

Slowly he brought his hand up to card his fingers softly through your hair, just enough to get you to stir awake slowly. His breath hitched in his throat as you twitched slightly before you blinked a few times. Your tired eyes fought to stay open as you flashed him the smallest smile and he melts a little.

“Baby, please wake up.”

At the sound of his morning voice you twitched again then stretched your limbs out until they’ve popped and took a big breath. In your half asleep state you turned over towards him and cuddled into his side, your face coming to rest by his neck. He chuckled slightly as he wrapped his arm around your waist and began to rub circles into your back.

“I have to tell you something.”

You hum in response, your voice just as sleepy as you are.

“____, I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your body stiffened against him and there’s a pause before you react. Yoonoh feared he might have just spoiled everything but before he could try to say anything you pulled away from him and kissed him.

He was as surprised by it as you were the first time he kissed you, only he has no car to speed off with. This time it’s your turn to steel his breath away, to steal his thoughts.

“Yoonoh,” you say against his lips, “I love you too.”

Wild (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

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A/N: Hiya lovelies! It’s really late so there might be some mistakes here and there but I really wanted to post this before I went to sleep, so here it is! I’ll come back in the morning and fix whatever needs fixin’. This is a request I got from the lovely @reigns420 a few weeks ago, hope you enjoy it!

Prompt:  Can I request Dean Ambrose and female reader go camping and the reader gets scared and has a panic attack? So Dean calms her down by making sweet love to her in the tent. Please and thanks 😉

I hesitated going all in with the panic attack seeing as, in my experience, it doesn’t really scream sexy times to me, and instead it’s more like lookat that, I’m ‘bout to die kinda feeling, but I went with Dean distracting reader from panicking completely like the good guy he is. Cool? Cool.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of anxiety and panic attacks, fluff and smut. 

Word count: 4747

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Sleepovers w/ Haechan
  • oMGG I’M SO EXCITED FOR DOING THIS
  • i love my baby donghyuck so much
  • i’m in love with him i swear
  • aND I MISS HIM SO MUCH, I MISS ALL THE MEMBERS SO MUCH I WANT TO CRY
  • also, i feel like hansol is going to debut soon and i lovE HANSOL SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IMPORTANT HE’S TO ME SO I’M WAITING
  • but anyways, going back to donghyuck now lmao
  • let’s start this
  • ok so first thing first he’s ur boyfie here ok
  • and everyone knows he’s a smol clingy child right
  • so he l o v e s spending time with you whenever he can
  • so y’all would have dates at least once a week
  • but don’t forget he’s famouz
  • so lately he’s been really busy with promotions and practices
  • and you couldn’t really spend that much time together
  • but you were so patient with him and you would always tell him that everything is fine
  • and i can’t explain how much he really appreciates it
  • “i don’t deserve such an understanding and perfect girlfriend like you, y/n. i’m so lucky for having you”
  • and he really wanted to made up with you for not being able to give you enough time
  • so one night both of you were facetiming and talking to each other about random stuff and he suuddenly is like
  • “babe, do you wanna come to the dorms now and spend the night here with me?”
  • “you don’t have any schedules tomorrow?”
  • “no i don’t, tomorrow i’ll be completly yours babe”
  • “also, if i was in your place i’d say yes because i already kicked all the members out of here and made dinner for both of us, so you better show up or i’m suing you”
  • and obvs you say yes i meAN SPENDING THE WHOLE NIGHT WITH HYUCK SOUNDS LIKE HEAVEN TO ME
  • you grabbed your backpack and filled it with all your things and a went to the dorms
  • and and and aND WHEN HE SAW YOU HE BASICALLY JUMPED OVER YOU
  • “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, YOU CUTIE”
  • he’s so perfect i’m in love with this dork
  • aND OKAY, LET ME TELL YOU THAT LOOKED REALLY BEAUTIFUL THAT NIGHT
  • he was wearing a black tshirt and black sweats aND HIS HAIR WAS SUPER MESSY AND OMG HE LOOKED SO GOOD
  • and he started talking about the food or smth but you were just looking at him with heart eyes bc he’s so damn perfect
  • “hey stop looking at my butt you ugly, i didn’t waste my time making ramen for you just to be treated like this”
  • while eating he talked a lot about the promotions, the members, the fansigns and everything about the comeback in general
  • and you talked about how boring your days were without him
  • “i guess someone was missing me a little to much, uhm? don’t worry baby, i won’t let you alone in the whole night”
  • “just an hour with you and i’m tired of you already, i can’t believe this”
  • “new record, congratz baby”
  • lmao
  • after eating you washed up together while talking about random stuff and playing around
  • “what pajama did you bring?”
  • “the short black pants and i was planning to sleep with this tshirt”
  • “ew you used that thing the whole day, that’s nasty. i’ll give you a clean one bc there’s no way i’ll cuddle you if you’re like this”
  • so he went to his bedroom with you and gave you oNE OF HIS TSHIRTS OH MYY SDFGHJKLÑ
  • AND YOU WERE SO HAPPY BC YOU LOVED WEARING HIS CLOTHES
  • they looked huge in your body and they smell like him and they’re probably really soft
  • oh my god i want to cry
  • and tbh he did it on purpose bc he loves it when you wear his clothes and he loves how much you love wearing them ¿? lol
  • and y’all even put on cute face masks and obvs you took like a million of pics with them on bc you can’t be relationship goals and not show it off, duh
  • and y'all even did one of those huge pillow forts because baby donghyuck wanted one
  • “taeyong is going to kill us, donghyuck”
  • “well guess what hun, taeyong is not here”
  • “also, i always wanted do one of those with you since forever, pretty pleaseeee”
  • and he would hug you and give little kisses all over your face at the same he makes aegyo to you until you finally said yes
  • “ugh, ok i’ll do it, hyuck. you’re lucky you’re hansome”
  • bUT INSIDE YOU’RE SCREAMING BECAUSE HE’S SO ADORABLE AND TBH SAME, I’M SUFFERING LIKE A BITCH AS I’M WRITING THIS
  • this whole post is just me fangirling over donghyuck i can’t believe myself
  • so y’all put music on and started to build it while dancing and singing like idiots
  • after that, y’all stayed there talking for hours about everything and eventually both of you got really sleepy
  • “you seem tired babe, let’s go to sleep now, okay princess?”
  • he turned off the lights and layied beside you
  • he placed his arms around your waist and kissed you neck and cheeks a few times but you just stayed in silence the whole time
  • and he was like ‘oh she passed out already, lol what a loser’
  • but after a few seconds of looking at your face he just bringed you closer to his body and started to whisper sweet things in your ear
  • “i really love you, y/n”
  • “i’m so in love with you”
  • “you’re so beautiful”
  • but hello guess what, yOU WERE AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME BIH
  • so you turned around and kissed his lips really quickly
  • and he was sho0k
  • “i love you too, donghyuck”
  • he would smile and kiss you again in a more passionate and slow way
  • “goodnight, princess.”
  • oKAY AND THE END BYE
  • I’M OFFICIALY DEAD, YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEAD CORPSE RIGHT NOW