because they were good friends

“Before you turned bitch” actually Billy, Steve turned out to be a sweet boy who owned up to his mistakes and put his life in danger to save Nancy and Jonathan, Was seen in the waiting room at the hospital was at, and ditched his two closest friends because he knew they were no good even though that was social suicide. You should take a page out of his book.

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WWII Gay G.I.s recounts tale of losing their Lovers

Excerpt from the book Coming out under fire The history of gay Men and Women in World War Two: Combat soldiers often responded to each other’s personal losses with the deepest respect and understanding, allowing gay GIs to express openly their grief over the death of boyfriends or lovers. 

Jim Warren’s boyfriend was hit while trying to knock out a machine-gun nest on Saipan. “They brought him back,” Warren recalled, “and he was at the point of death. He was bleeding. He had been hit about three or four times. I stood there and he looked up at me and I looked down at him and he said, ‘Well, Jim, we didn’t make it, did we.’ And tears were just rolling down my cheeks. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt such a lump and such a waste. And he kind of gave me a boyish crooked grin and just said, ‘Well, maybe next time.’ And I said, ‘I’m going to miss you. And I’ll see your mother.’ There were people standing around, maybe seven or eight people standing there, and I was there touching his hand and we were talking. Somebody said later, ‘You were pretty good friends,’ because I had been openly crying and most people don’t do this. I said, ‘Yes, we were quite good friends.’ And nobody ever said anything. I guess as long as I supposedly upheld my end of the bargain, everything was all right.”

Ben Small was even less able to control himself when his boyfriend was killed in the Philippines. But he, too, was surprised by the other men’s compassion towards him. “We had a funny freak attack of a Japanese kamikaze plane,” he recalled, “and I guess he was getting rid of his last load of these baby cutter bomb, these little bombs that explode at about three feet high so if they went off through a tent they exploded at bed level. I had just been in the tent of a guy I had been going with at the time. He crawled into bed, and I said goodnight and walked out the tent. And this plane came overhead and all we heard was explosions and we fell to the ground. When I got up too see if he was all right, the trust of the bomb had gone through his tent and he was not there. I went into a three-day period of hysterics. I was treated with such kindness by the guys that I worked with, who were all totally aware of why I had gone hysterical. It wasn’t because we were bombed. It was because my boyfriend had been killed. And one guy in the tent came up to me and said, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were gay? You could have talked to me.’ I said, ‘Well, I was afraid to.’ This big straight, macho guy. There was a sort of compassion then.”

After a raid in the Philippines, Ben Small remembered, a lieutenant who had been injured was being shipped back to the States, so the men “all went to the plane to see him off that night. It was an amazingly touching moment, when he and his lover said goodbye, because they embraced and kissed in front of all these straight guys and everyone dealt with it so well. I think it was just this basic thing about separation of someone you cared for, regardless of sex.” Small described this tender parting as “a little distilled moment out of time” when men’s “prejudices were suspended” and gay soldiers “could be a part of what this meant.”

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“Gee, Mister. You must know Wedge Antilles really well. What’s your name?” “Luke Skywalker, at your service!” — Star Wars: X-Wing Rogue Squadron Special

god ok i had to share this high school au snippet cause its just so bad its so bad you guys thb are so bad

Taako doesn’t talk to the new guy except the new guy is a hall monitor and catches Merle with a lil’ ziploc of weed at Davenport’s locker. Taako and Magnus are collateral damage, okay, they weren’t doing anything, they weren’t even buying anything, they were just hanging out with Merle because Merle is their good good friend, and Merle happened to have a bag of weed peeking out of the corner of his bag.

“What’s that,” the new kid says.

“It’s oregano,” Merle says, completely straight faced.

“I know what pot smells like,” the new kid says. Taako thinks that’s bullshit, the guy looks like he’s never smoked a day in his life.  

“Hey thug, what’s your name?” Taako says.

“What?” the new kid says. “Er, Kravitz.”

“Cool cool cool,” Taako says. “So, Krav. Baby. How ‘bout you run along, and we pretend this never happened? No problemo.”

“Um,” Kravitz says. “No?”

“Cool,” Taako says. He turns to Magnus. “You know what you need to do, m’dude.”

“I’m on it,” Magnus says seriously. This isn’t their first rodeo.

He takes the ziplock bag out of Merle’s bag. He pours the pot into his palm. Kravitz looks like he wants to stop the events that are unfolding in front of him, but isn’t sure how to deal with this sort of audacity. Taako watches Kravitz watch Magnus. Merle is shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Magnus tosses the weed into his mouth. Kravitz’s face contorts in disgust. Merle is cracking up.

“You can’t just—!” Kravitz says.

“Ain’t got no evidence now, babe,” Taako says smugly.

Magnus swallows, and grins.

Stuck Together - Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (side Billy Denbrough/Stanley Uris)

Word Count: 4190 (it just… I don’t what happened…)

Warnings: Warnings: So there’s a bit of sadness in the middle but that’s it.

Request: Anon: Can you please do a reddie soulmate au fic? The one where it is impossible to lie to your soulmate. But like, that doesn’t come into affect until they know they’re soulmates? Okay so hear me out. Maybe you only know who your soulmate is when a matching tattoo appears after a significant moment together or something like that? You can mess with it if you’d like but just something along those lines maybe? Thank you so much!

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I decided to go with the second part of the request because while I understand what you mean I think the markings appearing after sharing a significant moment was something I could work with better and make something a bit longer. I threw some side Stenbrough in there. Hope you don’t mind.

Also I know I really downplayed Eddie’s mom’s mania over her sons well being but honestly so much wouldn’t have worked in this fic if I didn’t. Sorry that she’s a bit ooc.

Also thank you so much to @wyattghouleff for looking over the fic and coming up the name when I was struggling!

Requests OPEN

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The first one to notice that something had changed is Stan.

It was three weeks after everything that had happened. After they, hopefully, killed a clown in the bowls of Derry itself. Since Stan had almost died, since Henry Bowers “disappeared” and the town Sheriff apparently bleeding to death in his living room. It’s been three weeks since Eddie was convinced that he and all his friends were going to end up alongside the other missing children in their fucked up little town. Floating until they were nothing but rotting flesh and bone and maggots.

The thought alone made his stomach roll and his anxiety rocket right up.

More importantly, it’d been three weeks since he stood up to his mother and the tight reins that she’d constantly lead him around by had loosened.

He, Eddie Kaspbrak, was now allowed to have friends over. That being said, Stan was usually allowed over regardless, considering he was thought to be the least bad influence on Eddie in his mother’s eyes. Still, Bill had gotten to come over and stayed the night the week before and much to Eddie’s endless surprise Richie had been allowed past the front door, instead of having to resort to climbing through Eddie’s window under the veil of night.

Oh, his mother still tried to make him take his bullshit pills which he simply refused but he figured that he still carried everything else around in his fanny pack and with that she was appeased.

Right. Change. Stan.

It was three weeks later when the curly haired boy cleared his throat, back against Eddie’s bedroom wall, legs hanging off the side of his bed and a book flipped open on his lap, one that Eddie was sure Stan hadn’t actually been reading since they’d hurried up to his room.

Eddie turned his head so to look at his friend, waiting for him to continue while trying to scratch an itch stubbornly just beyond where his fingers could reach under his cast.

Stan was caught between looking at Eddie and his book. “Majestic Birds of the New England Area.”

“I uh, I think…” slowly his cheek began coloring pink near the top and his fingers reached up, fiddling with one of his curls. Eddie could tell that whatever Stann was trying to say he was nervous about. Stan only actively messed with his hair if he was nervous. “I think I have a soulmark.”

The pencil that Eddie was trying to write with dropped from his suddenly slack grip and his mouth fell open in surprise. Stan became ever redder, his legs drew up so that his knees were close to his chest and he could wrap his arms around them, bird book squashed uncomfortably between them and his chest.

“No fucking way.” Is what Eddie managed to get out after a tense moment of silence. Stan looked like he wanted to laugh and be sick at the same time, face instead settling into his neutral mask while he watched Eddie process the information he’d been given.

There was another moment of quiet when Eddie finally stood up.

“Show me.”

Hesitantly. Stan uncurled his legs and scooted to the edge of the bed, Eddie sat down beside him but Stan shuffled away so that was space between their sides. Eddie didn’t really get why at first until Stan’s hand went to the hem of his shirt, tugging up until the fabric was pulled high enough to expose the bottom of his ribs.

Right there, above where Eddie knew Stan’s “floating rib” should sit was two hands, palm to palm, fingers laced together.

“Oh shit.” Once again, not the eloquence that Eddie would have like to speak with, but really, he was all too surprised. None of the Losers, to his knowledge at least, had a soulmark. It wasn’t something that was super uncommon but definitely a rarity among younger kids not even in highschool yet.

“Yeah,” Stan replied, his voice whispery as his fingers moved to draw across the little soul tattoo on his body.

“Do you know-”

“No,” Stan said, tenser than he’d been the moment before. He dropped the end of his shirt from his hand and began to fiddle with a curl again. Eddie wanted to offer some kind of comfort for him but he just couldn’t think of what to do. “You know,” Stan continued, “you’re actually the first person I’ve told.”

They lapse into the silence again.

“Oh, uh, wow…” Eddie really didn’t know what to say to that. He looked down at his hands, clasped together on his lap and then to his cast before migrating his gaze back to still his embarrassed friend. “Why?” Because while Stan and Eddie were good friends and had been for a long time Eddie figured that the taller boy would have told Bill first.

While Eddie was thinking this Stan didn’t respond, looking like he was caught up in his own head at the moment.

Oh.

“Oh.” Eddie gets it in a sudden and almost imperceivable connection of dots. Of course, Stan wouldn’t tell Bill first. “You didn’t want to tell Bill first because if he doesn’t have one that means he’s not your soulmate right?” He asks it quietly because his walls are thin and if his ma heard him talking about this kind of thing she probably wouldn’t take too kindly to letting Stan up in Eddie’s room anymore.

Of course, same-sex soul marks are just as common as any other but this was Derry and stuff like that is kept under wraps and out of the faces of people who might not be as accepting of others. Like Eddie’s mother.

A shudder went through his body at the thought of her finding out about him and what preferences he was starting to notice about himself.

Eddie thought he heard a sniffle from his right and remembered, this isn’t about him. Stan needed him right then like how he needed him in the tunnels. Like they’ve all always needed each other.

When Eddie looked he could tell that Stan was trying to hold back frustrated tears, his hands now fisted into Eddie’s comforter on either side of his legs and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, breath shuddering out in careful bursts.

Eddie did the only thing he could think of and slung his arm around Stan’s shoulders. Eddie usually didn’t like touching people but his friend required this comfort and Eddie was able to give it to him so he did.

It was another three weeks when they’re all at the Quarry together, Eddie with bags under his eyes. So much had changed since Stan told him about his soul mark but one constant that remained was Eddie’s nightmare plagued dreams. They woke him up at all hours and refused to let him settle back down into sleep.

Visions of lepers, hundreds of them swarming to get him, of blood-soaked clowns dancing around his body, and of his friends, all white-eyed and hovering off the ground, like Bev had been.

One of the biggest changes was that apparently, the majority of The Losers Club had developed little marks like Stan’s.

Ben had been the first to reveal his mark to the group a day after Stan had done the very same with Eddie. His mark was on his shoulder, close-up like it wanted to crawl toward his collar instead. It was an orange flame. Everyone wanted to touch it, Eddie and Stan feigning awe at the little tattoo.

Bev was the last to feel the smooth patch of color and when her fingers brushed over the little flame, something completely unexpected and crazy happened.

A flame of her own bled into existence on the back of her hand, slow, like it was taking the time to bleed into every layer of her skin until it was just as vibrant as Ben’s. Soulmates.

Eddie spared a glance to Bill, knowing that he probably wasn’t taking the news all too well. The boy’s expression was sour but under it accepting of the truth, his hand up by his heart, clenching and unclenching unconsciously over the fabric of his shirt. Stan went to stand beside Billy in silent support. Eddie noted a bit of the tension he’d been holding the day before dripping away from his shoulders.

Eddie guessed when your biggest competition was someone else’s soulmate it was a bit easier to hope that your crush might just be yours.

There was some debate running around as to why the mark had taken so long to form and why at different times. All anyone really knew for sure that a shared experience was what tied soulmates together.

Unfortunately, that could mean anything and it didn’t help Eddie narrow down who Stan’s might be. He could have bumped into someone and apologized, thanked a young clerk at the grocery store, talked to a neighbor boy for the first time, killed a clown with his group of friends.

Eddie hoped for Stan’s sake it was the latter of those options because then that, at least, brought the options to three, Bill, Mike or…Richie. Eddie practically shook the twist in his stomach away. He knew that Stan and he couldn’t be soul mates, Eddie had done an extensive check of his body, no mark to be found and he figured if it was going to be a delayed thing it would have happened like Bev’s had.

A week passed from Ben’s reveal and while the group of friends was waiting by the ice cream truck Richie came tearing down the main street, hollering, swerving dangerously into a stop in front of them before practically throwing himself off his bike.

“Dudes, dudes, I got one! I got one too!” For a beat everyone was confused. Then dread began to pool in the middle of Eddie’s stomach, cold and heavy like a ball of ice. He turned to look at Stan, swallowing harshly as the curly haired boy looked back, equally terrified.

Eddie felt like he needed his inhaler.

Richie didn’t give his friends any time to really ask anything, already reaching for the top of his ratty jeans by his hip, pulling down the fabric just enough for them all to see the little design against the jutting bone.

It looked like a roll of white tape.

For some reason the chilling dread doesn’t lift from Eddie’s chest, only clenched tighter like a vice. At least he didn’t match with Stan, and out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see the boy sagging with relief as they shared the same thought.

Everyone took turns touching it and when Eddie placed the tips of his fingers to the mark it seems like maybe both he and Richie were holding their breath. It was probably just his imagination though. Nothing happened and Richie thought for a painful moment his heart might actually be breaking when he pulled away from his best friend. He swallowed down the numbing hurt and give a faint “neat,” before going back to where he’d left his and Richie’s ice cream.

Stan gave him such an understanding look that it made Eddie want to punch him. But it wasn’t his fault so he didn’t.

And now they were all at the Quarry. Eddie didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he’d been intentionally spending time away from Richie. It sucked but really, feeling like there was glass in his heart, sharp points of pain that were hard to breathe around, sucked just as much. He couldn’t avoid a group hang out though. Besides, his ma would think she was winning the battle if he stayed cooped up in the house for too long.

They were all at the water’s edge, Ben and Beverly sitting together with their legs in the water.

Eddie was sitting with Stan, watching Bill, Mike and Richie converse, something like an argument brewing over the fact that Bill apparently didn’t want to go swimming.

“Come on Bill,” Richie said loudly, drawing out the second word like some kind of child. “We came here to swim so let’s swim.”

“You gu-guys can g-g-g do it. I’m f-f-fine.” He crossed his arms over his torso. Something was fishy about the whole thing, Bill loved swimming with everyone.

“Dude, seriously? You’ve been buggy all week. Just hop in with us for a bit?” When Richie was being sincere there wasn’t much that Billy can do but give in. He was just that kind of person.

“Ugh, f-fine.” Richie didn’t bother to hold back his triumphant smirk, him and Mike already pulling off their clothes to get into the water.

Almost insecurely Billy started to draw his shirt over his head. Eddie watched the odd behavior, Stan beside him, looking off into the forest with his binoculars, scouting for birds. If Richie hadn’t turned back to Bill and shouted: “dude what the fuck?!” Eddie might not have noticed anything at first and Stan surely wouldn’t have startled and whipped around, a scowl on his face to reprimand Richie.

They were both stopped short by what was on Bill’s chest.

Even from this distance, Eddie knew what it was because he’d seen it before.

Right above where Bill’s heart would just behind his ribs was a soulmark.

Two hands, palms touching, fingers laced together.

Beside him, he could hear Stan’s binoculars dropping to the ground with a careless thunk.

Eddie could barely hear what was being said from the trio ten feet away.

“- ju-just did-didn’t think it wa-wa-was that import-t-tant.”

The crystal cold feeling wormed its way into Eddie’s chest, looping through his bones and seizing his limbs. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like that, not when Stan was probably going to break down with happiness but Eddie couldn’t help it really. In some sick way, he had been almost glad that Stan’s mark didn’t match with anyone because that meant he was feeling what Eddie was feeling, and now Eddie was alone with that feeling because Stan’s mark did match someone. It matched Bill Denbrough, basically the love and Stan’s life and Eddie, Eddie didn’t get to have that.

Eddie and Stan picked themselves up from the ground, Richie was dragging a flustered, shirtless Bill over to their small fraction of The Losers Club.

“Guys look-”

“Beep beep Richie,” Stan’s voice was surprisingly steady when he cut the other boy off and took a step forward. A hush fell over the entire group. The thick energy filling the air seemed to be reaching all of them. It was almost like with Bev and Ben when Stan looked pointedly at Bill’s mark and then into his eyes.

Bill was slack-jawed, expression open as an understanding passed between them. Stan’s partially worried expression lightened, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile, Bill’s expression did the same and it was all too much for Eddie. He couldn’t take it. He really couldn’t. Because after everything, the gray water, the leper, the fucking clown, and Richie’s unmatched mark that Eddie didn’t have, he really couldn’t handle anymore.

He stepped back from the circle that had started to form around Stan and Billy. Unfortunately, Eddie tripped over a small rock in his haste and drew the attention away from the new pair of soulmates and onto himself.

“I uh, I gotta get home,” he kept backing up as he said it, “I’m getting the cast removed tomorrow so I gotta go home and rest up so yeah.” Eddie wouldn’t say that he ran away exactly but he wasn’t slow about his retreat.

The pressure that had been building up in his chest was getting too tight and Eddie wanted to cry but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

The sound of someone coming up the trail behind him gave Eddie reason to pause. He didn’t though, just continued to trudge up toward the road so he could walk home.

“Dude! Eds, wait up!” Richie called from behind him. Eddie felt the claws in his chest sink harder, not even able to call back for the other to not call him that.

Richie’s footsteps grew louder as he raced to catch up with the other boy. Eddie didn’t want to run but the urge was there. He could not deal with this, with Richie, right now. A hand reached forward and fingers curled around Eddie’s arm, right above his cast. Richie pulled him to a stop and Eddie spun around, yanking his arm away from Richie’s grasp.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

“Eds what the hell was that back there?” Richie sounded more concerned than Eddie had been expecting. He’d been like that since the tunnels, still Richie but almost more considerate. Eddie bristled at the tone. He’d much rather have Richie trying to make a joke at his expense then whatever he was doing at the moment.

“Nothing, like I said, I need to get home,” the excuse even sounded weak to his own ears. Richie gave a single bark of sarcastic laughter and rolled his eyes.

“Right. Since when are you listening to her mom again?” Eddie wanted to retort but Richie just kept going in the way that he always did. “It this about Stan and Bill’s soul marks? Is it ‘cause they didn’t tell you or because they match each other? Is it cause you don’t have one?” Eddie felt his body tense almost automatically for as unobservant as Richie usually was, he noticed the change immediately, the effect of his words being so close to the truth. “Really Eds is that it, I mean -”

Eddie’s fingers were curled up at his sides into tight fists.

“Beep fucking beep Richie,” and surprisingly it worked.

Eddie wondered as he turned around and stormed out onto the main road toward his house, Richie left standing there, shocked still, if it was because of the harsh tone he’d used or the way his eyes were glossy with unshed tears. Maybe it was the tremble in his lip or the way his shoulders were starting to shake that made Richie stop. Eddie didn’t know and really Eddie didn’t care because he needed to get to the safety of his bedroom before he broke down. Smack in the middle of Derry is not where he’d want anyone to see him turn into a crybaby.

He made it home in record time and managed to avoid his mother on his way up the stairs.

The next day as he was loaded up into his ma’s car on the way to the hospital his eyes are rimmed harshly with red and thankfully the older women next to him didn’t say anything about how it was clearly from crying. She only went so far as to remind her son to take his allergy pill.

Both Stan and Richie had tried calling a number of times the night before. Sometime around midnight, he thought he could hear the tell-tale clacking of pebbles against his window, Richie trying to get his attention. Eddie had simply rolled, facing away from the locked window and clutched a pillow over his head, begging the nightmares to drag him into a restless sleep so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. Anything to put the day behind him.

Getting his cast off was terrifying, he had to look away when the doctor and nurse brought out the saw. He knew through extensive research that the blade was dull and moved in a way that it won’t actually touch him. He still couldn’t watch when he heard the whirring sound of the blade started up.

The process was painless, only a dull tickling sensation over his arm as the cast vibrated and subsequently split in two. The nurse went to work wiping down his arm while his doctor looked over where the break had been before even though they had already done an x-ray to confirm that all was as it should be.

It was only when his arm was turned over to inspect the underside did his nurse let out a faint and surprised “oh!”

“Oh?” Eddie questioned, his voice cracking with panic. “Oh, what?”

He was thankful that his mother wasn’t in the room with him when it was revealed what the women holding his arm had seen.

A white roll of tape on the inside of his wrist.

Eddie didn’t know if what he was feeling was the actual overpowering relief flooding his veins or that fact that he might pass out any second.

The rest of the checkup went as planned and Eddie managed to get his spinning mind under control to answer his doctor’s questions. When his ma came to collect him Eddie was waiting for the moment that the nurse or his physician would tell her about his little soul mark. Neither of them did and his mother thankfully didn’t examine his arm.

Once he was home Eddie wasted no time what so ever. Going for his slightly dusty bike, chain creaky from disuse, the boy popped back the kickstand, and against his mother’s loud and worried protests rode out of his driveway and toward Richie’s house.

As he rode Eddie wondered if Stan had felt like this when he’d seen his mark matching perfectly over Bill’s heart. It felt like a warm pulse was thrumming through his body and the only thing on his brain, playing over and over again on a loop was “Richie Tozier is my soulmate, Richie Tozier is my soulmate, Richie Tozier is my fucking soulmate…”

Richie’s house was normally a ten-minute bike ride away. Eddie made it in seven.

Without a care for his beloved mode of transportation, Eddie threw his bike down and hurried up the porch to Richie’s front door. He wasn’t surprised to see that both of the Tozier’s cars were out. They were almost never home.

Eddie knocked on the door, three times in loud succession. He heard the sound of stomping feet approaching and took the few seconds it would take Richie to open to door to feel nervous. A fluttering wave of nausea over the thought that maybe, regardless of what having a soulmate really was, Richie wouldn’t want Eddie to be his.

Once the door was swung back and Richie could take in the sight of his friend, Eddie wasn’t scared anymore. If Stan could do it then so could he.

Richie crossed his arms around his middle looking both worried and miffed simultaneously.

“Are you here to yell at me more?” He was trying to sound indifferent but Eddie new when his best friend was putting up a front.

Not saying anything Eddie held his arm out, wrist facing up toward Richie who just rose a brow in confusion at the shorter boy before glancing down and freezing, his whole body becoming statuesque as he stared, wide-eyed through coke bottle glasses at the tape (which Eddie now recognized as medical tape) soul mark on his wrist.

Richie only had time for his lips to curl into a smile and the tips of his fingers to brush over Eddie’s mark before the other was stepping forward into his space, clutching a handful of his shirt by the already stretched collar and tugging him down.

Richie was surprised enough by the sudden action that he didn’t even register for a moment that Eddie’s mouth was now on his and that they were technically kissing, or, well, Eddie was kissing him. Once he did realize Richie closed his eyes and pressed his lips back to Eddie’s chapped ones.

As first kisses went Eddie hadn’t known what he’d been expecting. Probably not the uncomfortable glasses digging into his face, or Richie’s nose pressed almost harshly against his own, nor the faint hint of Cheetos mingled between their mouths. Regardless of those little things Eddie had to admit it was kind of perfect.

He pulled away and Richie smiled at him, leaning down again to reconnect their lips.

First kisses might be perfect, Eddie thought to himself, but second, and third and fourth ones were just as good.

ACHING

PAIRING: park jimin x y/n

GENRE: hardcore fluff

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 1734

A/N: i really like this! i hope you guys do too! send me suggestions and ideas please! also, if you would like me continue this please say so!

SUMMARY: due to his girlfriend who drove you crazy, you hadn’t spoken to jimin in months. he had also distanced himself from you, and he didn’t seem to mind too much… or at least you thought so.


You and Jimin had split ways for a few months once he had gotten a girlfriend. He spent less and less time with you, and you were more than just slightly jealous. You had liked him since the two of you met, a little bit over a year ago. At times, you believed that he felt the same, but at others you didn’t think so at all. Jimin was a confusing creature to you, and you never could understand him. Especially when he called you in tears, apologizing and begging for you to come by the dorms.

“Jimin, I’m busy studying,” you sighed. Although you desperately wanted to go lay in his arms and hold him, you had priorities. Jimin whimpered, obviously sobbing about something that had absolutely tore him apart. “I can’t, okay? Plus, we haven’t spoken in months. Why would I come over even if I could?” You heard Jimin continuing to cry on the line, and your heart ached. He was your soft spot, and no time away from him could change that. If someone hurt your Chim, then they had hurt you worse. Sitting on your bed surrounded by textbooks, you let out a sigh. “Jimin, answer me.”

“I miss you. I’m sorry that I ever abandoned you to hang out with her. You should have been over her on my list of friends, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please,” Jimin choked out the words. You bit your tongue, glancing at the time on your phone. It was an early Thursday morning, meaning you had classes at eleven. “Y/N, I left you and the boys to hang out with her. She didn’t even treat me good, so I’m a fool. I should have just spent my time with you guys, because you’re far more important.”

“Jimin, I don’t have time to hear you rant. Go talk to Taehyung…”

“Y/N! Don’t you hear me!” Jimin cried out, and I ran my hand through my hair. He was in pain, and he knew that he could get my attention. He cried on the line, his hiccuping sobs in the background. “Taehyung told me to come to you. All of the boys want me to talk to you. I messed up our friendship, and I want to fix this. The boys said that you haven’t been the same since I started dating that witch. I’m sorry that I ever did that to you. Please forgive me; I don’t want you to ignore me.”

I replied, “Jimin.” He whined softly, completely shattering me. He wanted me to come over, and that was clear. He wouldn’t be calling me if he just wanted to repair his mistakes. I let out a deep breath, not realizing I had held it in. His voice sounded familiar, although he was not in the best condition. He was familiar, and I had missed him dearly. “I understand you’re upset about what you did, but I can’t just forgive you. I want to —I really do— It’s just that I can’t. You… You weren’t there for me, and why should I be there for you?”

“You shouldn’t,” Jimin hiccuped. “I’m an awful friend and I didn’t appreciate you like I should have. You should yell at me and hang up the phone. You should block my number and tell the boys to never bring me around. You should avoid coming to the dorms whenever I’m here, and try to have the boys over at your apartment instead. You shouldn’t listen to me cry and beg, but you are. I love you, Y/N. You are the best person possibly in my life, and I don’t know why I ever pushed you out. Y—”

“Jimin, I’ll be over in a few minutes.”


It didn’t take you long to arrive at the dorms, and when you knocked at the door, Namjoon instantly opened it. His eyes were wide, and he let out a well deserved sigh. You could hear Jimin crying, and you watched as Jungkook waved at you over Namjoon’s shoulder. You had remained close to the rest of the boys, but nothing compared to what your relationships were like before. Namjoon moved out of the way for you, and you slipped off your shoes as you entered the dorms.

Jungkook led you around the corner, and you saw Jimin lying on the couch, covered in blankets. He hugged a pillow, not even realizing your arrival. His sobbing covered up all noise in the dorms, and you saw Jin trying to cheer him up. Jin held soup in his hands; soup that made you feel better anytime you needed it. Jin saw you and smiled, believing that you could help get Jimin out of his funk. Whatever had happened, it was probably regarding his girlfriend. Yoongi rested his body against the doorway of his shared room with Jin, his eyes showing his exhaustion. The boys were desperate, and they all knew your visit would help phenomenally.

“Jimin, Y/N is here,” Jin stated, standing up. Jimin immediately stopped screaming, and he looked over in your direction. He looked exhausted, and his face was red and puffy from the tears that left his eyes. Seeing him in that condition, you felt yourself breaking. You couldn’t leave him like that, and you wished you came sooner. “Will you let all of us sleep now? She’ll stay here as long as she can.” Jimin nodded faintly, and Yoongi backed up into his room.

Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just get him to sleep and then you can come join one of us if you’d like. Or you can head home, but make sure to tell one of us beforehand. Thank you, Y/N. We’ll repay you in someway one day.” You nodded, seeing how thankful he was in his eyes. You and Namjoon had a weird understanding for each other, and that was probably caused by your work ethics. You were similar in how hardworking and goal-stricken you two were. The boys all thanked you before disappearing into their rooms.

You walked over to the couch where Jimin laid, hearing him whimper out in agony. He was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him, and that hurt like hell. You sat on the edge of the couch, and watched as Jimin’s bottom lip quivered. Tears stained his round cheeks, and you took a deep breath. He needed you, and just sitting beside him wasn’t going to help. When it came to Jimin, you knew that he was craving the arms of someone he cared for.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whined quietly.

“N– no, don’t cry,” you stuttered, scooting closer to him. Jimin did exactly the opposite of what you asked of him, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks again. If you hated anything, it was making Jimin cry. “Jiminie… Don’t cry because you’ll make me cry. I don’t want both of us to be crying and disturbing the boys. You all need to rest, Jimin.” He sighed, his hand crawling out from under the blankets. He reached out for your hand, and you didn’t hesitate before latching onto him. You missed his touch. “You’re not going to sleep unless I’m here, are you?” Jimin shook his head.

Jimin scooted over, closer to the back cushions, allowing you to have space next to him. You slowly lifted your feet onto the couch, and felt your heart racing as Jimin covered you up with blankets. He wrapped his arms around you, sniffling. You placed your head on his shoulder as he shuffled down and hid his face in your chest. He intertwined your legs, squeezing at the back fabric of your shirt. He had missed you more than anything, and your presence had calmed him down already. He hadn’t realized how much he needed you until then.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“Please,” Jimin whispered. “Just tonight. Forget about everything I did, and pretend that we are still really close.” You nodded faintly, placing your hands in his hair. You rubbed his scalp, making Jimin sleepy. It wouldn’t take long for him to doze off, but you lie awake, wondering what had gone wrong between the two of you. You had been so close, once upon a time. A girl had ruined all of it, and you wished that you hadn’t allowed her to. Jimin was your world before she came along.


The next morning, Jimin woke up before you. He smelled the fragrance only possibly belonging to Jin’s food. You were wrapped in his arms and fast asleep, and he knew that you wouldn’t wake up as long as he was there. Jin was clearly trying to be quiet, a smile on his lips as he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron. Jimin glanced down at you, seeing you holding onto the fabric of his shirt. He loved every moment of you being engulfed by him, and he realized that he would do anything to keep it that way. He loved you, and he wish he had known sooner.

“Aw,” Taehyung cooed, walking out of his room. Jimin sent a glare in his direction, and Taehyung quickly shut up. Jimin wanted to let you sleep for as long as you could, because once you woke, you both had to face reality. He was in pain because of his ex who cheated, and you were simply being a good friend. Taehyung smiled, leaning over on the couch to get a better view of you two. Taehyung had always had his suspicions about you and Jimin, and he seemed the most pleased out of everyone. You two were happy together.

“Don’t bother them,” Jin pulled Tae away from the couch. Taehyung frowned, and Jimin mouthed thank you to Jin.

You were ever so slowly coming to your senses, but you didn’t want to wake up. You had missed everything about Jimin, and laying there made you regretful for ever letting someone get in the way. Of course you had cuddled with all of the other members, but that was different. They were not Jimin. You felt your eyelids slightly shaking from wanting to open, and Jimin seemed to notice.

“Not yet,” he whispered in you ear. You smiled faintly, knowing he did not want to get up either. Jimin squeezed you lightly, placing his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say your writing is absolutely amazing and I just djdjdjsosnsijsjsjs CX I love. Also, if this hasn't been done already, may I request a friends to lovers au for vernon? Please and thank you (∩_∩)

seungkwan (here) |  dino (here) |  jeonghan (here) | hoshi (here) |  jun (here) |
seokmin (here) |  wonwoo (here) |  joshua (here) |  woozi (here) |  s.coups (here)
minghao (here) | mingyu (here)

  • you and vernon have always had,,,,a simple friendship
  • people were kind of rude to the two of you as kids because you were both the quiet type,,,,,which is why it was comfortable for you two to hang out
  • sitting in your living room watching movies with popcorn and not saying a word,,,,,sometimes your parents thought that was weird but you and vernon didn’t need,,,,,to say much to know that you were friends
  • and good friends at that because even when you guys got older,,,nothing changed 
  • you didn’t feel weird sitting at the top of vernon’s roof, laptop propped up on your textbooks playing some classic film while you tried to catch up on homework and vernon aimlessly wrote away in his book
  • the only thing that was new was your new found sarcasm ,,, the way you and vernon could shoot sly comebacks at one other was something you didn’t have before
  • “get your legs off my side of the blanket dumbass”
  • “why’d you spread out your blanket if you didn’t want me to put my legs on it mcgenius”
  • really it could seem harsh to anyone else,,,but you and vernon knew how to take silly nicknames and obvious statements of mockery with a grain of salt
  • which is why when vernon first told you about becoming an musician you’d brushed it off with a “go ahead hansol beethoven” but,,,,,,you quickly came to realize he was serious
  • with notebooks full of lyrics threatening to pile and fall off his desk,,,,his new friends in the music scene from a producer named jihoon to a boy who dreamed of being a vocalist, seungkwan
  • and sure you were happy for him,,,,,that he was finally finding himself in the world,,,,but you couldn’t help but be worried
  • music,,,,didn’t always guarantee a stable future
  • which isn’t exactly what vernon wanted to hear when he came to you with an idea for is first mixtape
  • and it wasn’t supposed to be a  fight,,,,,,but it was,,,,,,,,and you’d left telling vernon that if he failed you wouldn’t be there to tell him you told him so
  • and vernon had said something like you didn’t have to be there at all
  • and it felt,,,,when you got home,,,,,that those years of being the only two people in the world who understood each other
  • had vanished
  • and you and vernon were speaking completely different languages
  • looking at your phone everyday,,,the texts from other friends and family but vernon’s left on seen
  • passing by your favorite pizza place with him
  • having people ask how he was,,,,,,,it all felt so weird
  • until half a year had passed and you hadn’t talked 
  • not until a friend sent you a link to a soundcloud,,,,the familiar name ‘vernon’ popping up and the cover of his mixtape playing on your phone
  • and the songs were,,,,,amazing,,,,,no doubt vernon was talented but one song,,,,,,,,stood out
  • titled ‘i didn’t want to let go’ you listened to the lyrics,,,,the description of the two kids meeting in school - them against the world - quietly holding hands and watching the movie on the screen in comfortable, perfect silence
  • and then the fight,,,,,the mean words,,,,,the feeling of being abandoned by the one person in the world that you,,,,,,,,,love
  • and then you hear it,,,,, ‘i don’t want to let go, come back’ and you jerk in shock when you feel the tears run down your cheeks
  • because this is what you felt,,,,,,that fight,,,,,,,,,,it wasnt just friends fighting it was more,,,,,
  • you’d loved vernon for a long time,,,in a way deeper than friendship and now you were listening to his voice telling you the same thing
  • and it was already well past midnight outside,,,,but the warm summer weather made it possible for you to run,,,,,run with your phone pressed to your ear
  • vernon’s sleepy voice on the other end asking who it was
  • but when he heard you,,,,,,you could literally see him bolting upright in bed
  • telling you he’ll be there in five minutes
  • and then the two of you,,,,standing on the bridge between your neighborhoods under the street lights with cars passing by 
  • but only you,,,,with messy hair and home clothes on,,,,vernon there too,,,,,,sweatpants and a loose tank top
  • and looking at each other,,,,after half a year had passed,,,,and finally saying “im sorry” for that stupid fight
  • but that wasnt enough and before you could even tell vernon you’d heard his songs you pulled him in 
  • arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that sends electricity down both your spines
  • but vernon’s shaky hands closing in around your waist,,,,,,,perfectly,,,,,,,because it’d been a long time coming
  • till the perfect best friends became something much more
  • and whispering into vernon’s neck you ask him if that song is really about you
  • and vernon confesses, shyly with his face in your hair that every song he’s written,,,,,,,every song about love and pain and wanting something has been about you
  • the person who inspires him,,,,his muse,,,,,,,,and you cling to him a little tighter and promise that you’ll support him no matter what
  • and you guys both hesitate to say it,,,but there in the night you say your first “i love you”’s 
7 minutes of heaven

Originally posted by nctaetrash

member: kang daniel
genre: fluffy
warnings: a slightly sexual makeout at the end
summary: you’ve liked daniel for ages, when your best friend seongwoo joins the basketball team and becomes best friends with daniel, your feelings just become stronger. everything gets revealed when you end up playing 7 minutes of heaven at the basketball final afterparty
requested: yes but i am so sorry this was supposed to be a daniel basketball scenario but there was like barely any daniel & basketball i hope you still like it tho anon!


  • you and daniel already knew each other 
  • you guys became close when he dated your best friend
  • unfortunately for you, you fell for him hard when he was dating your friend, but you were never more than friends with him because you were a good friend and didn’t want to be a home wrecker 
  • but they broke up and the breakup was super messy 
  • though the whole reason why they broke up they kept it to themselves and you had no idea but you didn’t want to invade their personal space
  • so you didn’t pester them about it 
  • you guys automatically stopped talking
  • you missed him so much though
  • you missed his adorable bunny smile
  • and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed
  • how you would guys have the best time just joking around about the most random stuff 
  • you wanted to text him, hang out and joke around with him
  • whenever he smiled your heart warmed and whenever he looked upset you felt terrible because you couldn’t comfort him
  • because even though you two were really close your best friend would be so upset if you were on “his side” which you found ridiculous but you didn’t want to upset her
  • a few months later you stopped talking to your best friend as well since you guys just grew apart because of her becoming more and more wild
  • you and daniel never properly talked to each other again
  • there were a few awkward sorrys and thank yous
  • and a few heart fluttering smiles exchanged
  • but nothing more than that
  • and it always broke your heart because you still had after all that time a massive crush on him
  • you also end up being best friends with seongwoo when you two were paired up for a science project
  • basically it was a huge fiasco since you guys were supposed to demonstrate a chemical reaction
  • you decided to do fireworks after seongwoo’s constant nagging and begging plus tbh you wanted to do them as well
  • but like you ended up buying illegal fireworks and stuff but like surprisingly you didn’t get in trouble cause your science teacher was super chill and hella lit
  • and totally dismissed the fact that fireworks without like special permission are illegal
  • anyways you guys got an A for that project
  • and ended up becoming best friends
  • there was so much teasing and joking around but like also sincere encouragements and like serious deep chats at like 2am
  • so when cocky seongwoo was actually nervous for tryouts for the basketball team you couldn’t help but think it’s adorable
  • “seongwoo i’ve never seen you sooo nervous it’s hilairious but actually though i’ve seen you play and you’re surprisingly good so don’t fret too much okay?” you say teasingly but also sincerely
  • he smiles back nervously “thanks y/n i think that’s the nicest thing you said to me all week” he says jokingly
  • “HEY! i complimented your hair the other day, wait no that was last week, whoopsie” you end with a light tone and a cute smile
  • he laughs and ruffles your hair and you frown fixing your hair up 
  • but internally you feel proud of yourself for making him laugh
  • seongwoo of course ends up getting into the team without no problem
  • the next two months past by and the basketball season was nearly coming to an end
  • you attended every single game there was and always screamed and cheered for seongwoo
  • but internally you always cheered daniel on as well
  • admiring how focused he looked while playing and how good he looked in his basketball uniform showcasing his muscular arms
  • and you always found it cute the way his face lit up and let out a sigh of relief when he scored a goal
  • he really was one of the best players on the team
  • whenever the game finishes you go to hug and congratulate seongwoo and one time you end up hugging daniel you didn’t even know how it happened
  • you felt warm arms wrap around you and strong chest, you hugged him tightly back 
  • his muscular frame making you feel so protected and safe 
  • and at that very moment you knew the place where you loved the most was in his arms
  • but then both of you realised who you were hugging
  • you quickly part and awkwardly smile at each other with your cheeks turning bright red, you quickly dash off and try to calm yourself
  • while daniel was also blushing but blamed it on the fact he just finished the game and was puffed out
  • but other than that small incident nothing really happened in between you two
  • but during those 2 months seongwoo and daniel became best friends 
  • it was always so awkward between the two of you and seongwoo picking up on the tension asked both of you what had happened
  • you explained in your point of view and daniel explained in his
  • seongwoo also figured out you two had some sort of feelings for each other but both of you never said to what extent
  • so he basically decided to play matchmaker
  • it was the final game and your school’s team won 
  • and of course daniel scored the winning goal
  • you couldn’t help but be proud of him even though you guys weren’t even friend
  • you screamed so loud when they won and sprinted to seongwoo
  • he saw you and his face was in a broad grin and when you came close enough he spun you around in a hug guys a friendly one okay i’m not creating a love triangle here
  • you were so happy for him but you didn’t notice the small frown daniel was wearing when he saw you two 
  • he thought to himself
  • of course seongwoo and y/n like each other, they’re basically perfect for each other but i wish she liked me but that wouldn’t be possible because i’m too scared to talk to her
  • he tried to be happy for seongwoo but he just couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were and how gorgeous you looked
  • and how he wished you were the person congratulating him and that it was him hugging you than seongwoo 
  • but he knew that after months and months of liking you that he really couldn’t get over you even if he wanted to but he’ll try anyways
  • you completely oblivious of these thoughts also wanted to congratulate him
  • but you saw him with a wide smile and surrounded by girls gushing over how amazing he was
  • him smiling brightly and flirting with them 
  • your mood dropped and your smile disappeared and you tried to ignore the ache in your heart but you still felt it
  • it was the huge winning party after their final game and everyone was playing spin the bottle for 7 minutes of heaven or kissing the person it landed on
  • you were dragged into play by seongwoo
  • “come onnnn y/n live a little!” he’d whine 
  • “no, absolutely not, i don’t want to get stuck in a small closet with a revolting guy who then tries to make a move on me, hell to the no.”
  • you state firmly but also a tiny bit of you wanted to do it
  • “if i told you daniel was also playing would you agree? you know 7 minutes in a closet with daniel who knows what will happen.” he says teasingly with a wink
  • “DUDE! SHUT UP” you shout while whacking him multiple times on the arm
  • “okay okay okay okayyyy i’m sorryyyy, don’t hit me anymore, i’m too handsome to hit” seongwoo said while raising his hands up
  • you can’t help but groan at his antics and knew that he would insist you play and you’ll end up playing
  • plus a bit of you wanted to get stuck in a closet with daniel even though you knew nothing would happen except there would be awkward silence
  • “but pleaseee join meee” seongwoo said cutely while doing aegyo for you
  • “for fuck’s sake seongwoo, you look like a messed up deformed over grown puppy dog stop” you said bluntly
  • but then you continued “fine i’ll join” 
  • “YESSS!! YO PEOPLE Y/N’S GONNA JOIN THE GAME!!”
  • you quickly sit down and your eyes instantly meet daniel’s
  • he gives you a quick quirk of the eyebrow
  • and even from that your heartbeat quickens
  • you just shrug at him and give him a shy smile
  • he smiles his adorable bunny smile back and you can’t help but blush
  • anyways minhyun spun the bottle and everyone was chanting including you “JAEHWAN JAEHWAN JAEHWAN”
  • and of course it landed on jaehwan
  • jaehwan screamed with his famous vocal cords “OH HELL NOOO I DON’T WANT TO BE KISSED BY MINHYUN I AIN’T GAY!!”
  • “you totally are” sungwoon quipped teasingly
  • “don’t lieee jaehwan you totally want to get kissed by minhyun” you add with a smirk
  • then ongniel basically did kissy faces at jaehwan
  • minhyun who was tipsy, you didn’t know how though he never drank said
  • “come onnn jaehwan i know you want me” he said seductively jokingly of course not 
  • just imagine minhyun doing this tho i would die
  • jaehwan just scrunches up his face as minhyun pecks him on the lips
  • minhyun finally realised what he’s done and cringes so much while jaehwan is screaming 
  • while all the guys are either cringing or whooping super loudly
  • “daniel it’s you next! a kiss or seven minutes of heaven?” jisung says cheerfully
  • you’re already blushing and you don’t know why but you had a gut feeling that it was going to land on you
  • daniel says with a slight blush “7 minutes of heaven”
  • he spins the bottle and seongwoo being the cheeky little shit he is
  • tugs the rugs so it stops exactly in front of you this is skills y’all
  • announces super loudly and quickly before anyone says anything about him tugging the rug
  • “Y/N AND DANIEL INTO THE CLOSET” 
  • you and daniel look at each other with a mixture of mortification, embarrassment and just complete nervousness
  • you both enter the closet and you hear sungwoon loudly say
  • “7 MINUTES STARTS NOW!!”
  • you both entered the closet and you realise there was no space
  • you literally were leaning against daniel, you could feel his warm body next to yours and your cheeks couldn’t help but heat up
  • daniel was super nervous but also super happy since he hasn’t been this close to you for a long time 
  • you two face each other and you admire his chocolate brown eyes and his soft pink lips which you hate to admit but you wanted to kiss so bad
  • you saw his gaze flutter down to your lips and back up to your eyes
  • your heart beats super quickly knowing he was thinking about kissing you
  • there was an awkward silence for a few moments until he says softly to you
  • “hey how are you? we haven’t talked in a while”
  • “i’m okay i guess and yeah we haven’t really talked since the breakup” you say gently and without stuttering, you felt proud of yourself for not stuttering but you knew you were bright red
  • “oh right, i’m really sorry for kinda just stop talking to you after that but i’m sure (ex best friend’s name) explained to you why” he said sheepishly and he was also unconsciously biting his lip
  • making you think things you really shouldn’t and just shooting up your desire of kissing him right up the roof
  • you focus back to the topic and stop 
  • “no she never did” you say confused
  • “wait actually???” daniel said shocked
  • “nope, i get if it’s too personal and it’s all over now but could you tell me why?” you say shyly
  • “uh-uh-uh umm” he stuttered looking anywhere but at you
  • he then continues “well i broke up with (ex best friend’s name) because i liked you, y/n, and i guess i still do now but like i know you and seongwoo are a thing so it really doesn’t matter anymore and like i know this might be super awkward for you so i’m really sorry”
  • he said super disappointed 
  • your eyes widen and your mouth drops as you hear that you completely freeze up trying to process the fact that daniel actually LIKES YOU??!!
  • then you feel like you’re bursting with happiness and you don’t realise what you do but you basically jump into daniel’s arms
  • he’s so surprised but also confused because he’s not sure whether this means you like him or not but a bit of hope ignites in him
  • you lay your head on his shoulder taking his comforting scent in and snuggle into the crook of his neck
  • and you sweetly say in a giddy tone “daniel i like you too i have for months and months and months. I never said anything but i fell for you when you were dating (ex best friend’s name). i’ve liked you ever since then. plus me and seongwoo aren’t a thing we never were he’s my best friend and that’s it. you know that seongwoo knows that i like you?”
  • he faces you with a look of pure happiness and exclaims 
  • “actually?! he knows i like you too! that prat he should of just told me, he just had to make things complicated.” he says sweetly at first 
  • but i’m so happy do you know how much i’ve wanted to hear those words.” he says in a low raspy tone slightly seductive 
  • with your noses touching now and you don’t even know what came over you but you whisper in his ear seductively “i have an idea”
  • suddenly daniel captures your lips with his and you wrap your arms around his neck 
  • his kisses were lustful, passionate but also sweet
  • it was the perfect mixture of sexy and sweet just like him
  • his hands instead of holding your hips to hold you up goes down to your ass and he lightly squeezes it
  • you run your hands through his messy brown hair enjoying every single sensation of you kissing him
  • he lightly nibbles your neck giving you tiny hickeys making you moan a little and before you know it he passionately makes out with you again 
  • you hear someone shout “TIME’S UP!!”
  • the closet door opens and you automatically break apart and daniel sets you down lightly
  • with your top a bit astray showing a bit of your bra, his hair messed up and one of his buttons undone, everyone could tell something went on
  • everyone basically said “ooooooo did you guys get it onnnnnnn??” 
  • you both are blushing profusely trying to fix up your appearance  
  • not saying anything because everyone is just smirking at you two
  • you feel so embarrassed but at the same time delighted that daniel reciprocates your feelings 
  • you’re also so surprised with yourself because you’re never like that and definitely not the one to initiate stuff like it
  • and of course your embarrassment worsens when seongwoo basically screams so the whole party can hear
  • “HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU HAVE HICKEYS!!!????? DAMN DANIEL YOU GOT SOME MOVES MY BOY!” 
  • you blush so hard and you quickly try to cover them up and when you fail you just have your head in your hands
  • while seongwoo puts his arm around daniel winking while daniel just groans and shoves him off 
  • jisung looking at you two and deciding to take pity on you two announces “EVERYONE CHOP CHOP WE DON’T HAVE A LOT OF TIME IT’S SEONGWOO’S TURN!!”
  • seongwoo automatically focuses on himself lol same tho and says cockily “ladiesss be prepared to be swept off your feet”
  • then he actually ends up landing on jihoon and kisses him while doing sexy aegyo
  • you smile at jisung gratefully and you thank him as he gives you a quick hug and he just says no problem and goes back to the game
  • jisung is such a sweetheart and so underrated i love him sm
  • you feel an arm gently wrap around your shoulders and you see daniel smiling at you
  • your heart flutters and you smile shyly back at him and he gently whispers in your ear which makes you blush beetroot red but you end up giving him a small kiss in return for him saying
  • “that really was my 7 minutes in heaven”

ahhh shit this was super rushed so apologies i also made this like more sexual than usual but not too far so i’m sorry for people who did not like it, please tell me if you want me to or not include these sort of scenes for my future scenarios. this was a lot of fun to write though sorry it took so long i had a bit of a writers block ALSO TONS OF ASSESSMENTS AND TESTS cri i hate school. anyways as always PLEASE SEND ME A MESSAGE OR AN ANON MESSAGE to just chat, feedback but apologies no requests :((

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

p.s. there was a lot of seongwoo cause he’s my bias wrecker and i love him sm 

BEING BEST FRIENDS BEFORE DATING GEORGE WEASLEY WOULD INCLUDE ...

a/n: got carried away this time again so this headcanon is pretty long 😂 also, tagging @genesis-of-a-warrior because she loves georgie as much as i do!

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• the first time you met him was when him and Fred stood beside you when the sorting ceremony was taking place.

• they were quite amused when you managed to tell them apart (but in your defense, it was just sheer luck and didn’t really know how to do so because they were really identical).

• still, ever since, they’ve considered you as one of their best friends and you felt the same towards them.

• though you’ve always felt a little something more about George since he was the one you mostly talked to.

• he was such a good listener that you weren’t afraid of telling anything to him, and he always got the best advices up his sleeves whenever you needed it.

• some friends always wondered how you knew which was which and you would always say that you have managed to tell them apart because of their different attitudes.

• or maybe because you’ve memorized George’s characteristics so much that you just knew that it couldn’t be Fred whenever you talked to him.

• FRED BEING THE CAPTAIN OF YOUR SHIP.

• because everyone always have thought that you were dating George because of how you close you two were.

• the rumors started when george admitted that he found you attractive and any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.

• but he only said it that time because you were honestly such a good friend to him (friendzoned ouch).

• and when he clarified it shortly after the teasing started, you were quite disappointed that he only liked you in a platonic way.

• Fred still rooted for you guys though lmao.

• like he knows that George was kind of lying when he said he only saw you as a friend

• bECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY GEORGE LOOKS AT YOU?

• George looks at you like you’re the greatest thing on earth.

• even Lee Jordan sees it.

• and he teams up with Fred in making George realize that he like likes you.

• like he does it embarrassingly during Quidditch games.

• “Ah! Nice hit from George Weasley from the Gryffindor team — hey, Y/N! Don’t you think he’s so great? I reckon he’s just gaining up the balls to ask you out!”

• and if you also play for your house’s Quidditch team, Lee does exactly the same.

• “And Y/H scores! Damn, George, if you don’t ask Y/N out someone’s going to so better hurry up!”

• Professor McGonagall not even complaining.

• George getting all flustered sometimes when they tease him but covering it up with sarcasm and teasing back.

• you not minding it because you’ve already accepted the fact that he will never see you as something else more than just his best friend.

• though as time passes by, the thought of you being his girlfriend has been passing in his mind more frequently.

• especially when in your sixth year — the time of the triwizard tournament — and there was an upcoming yule ball. a lot of boys were asking you to come with them that time and he was just so annoyed because they did it whenever he was around (since you were always seen with him and Fred).

• George abruptly telling someone to “back off” when that someone asked you out and he was in a bad mood.

• you asking him what his problem was

• him confessing that he doesn’t like the idea of you going out with other guys, asking you out as his date to the yule ball at the same time.

• Fred overhearing the conversation and shouting “DAMN, IT TOOK SIX YEARS FOR YOU TO MAKE A MOVE!?”

• everyone laughing along and agreeing

• you slightly blushing but saying yes anyways

• from that day forward, you and George have considered each other as more than friends.

• when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, he was all flustered and shy aND BASICALLY NOT THE GEORGE WEASLEY YOU HAVE COME TO KNOW OF

• like he had a hard time trying to find the words

• “I — um — er — well, you know how we’ve been going on dates a lot, right? And I was, uh, kind of wondering if, you know, we can be like, more than best friends?”

• “Like super ultra mega best friends?”

• he wasn’t amused by your teasing but you were completely forgiven when you made the first move and kissed him full on the lips.

• Fred being the third wheel

• Fred always joking that you stole his twin brother from him

• you reminding him that it was his plan in the first place to get the two of you together

• bUT LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW GEORGE IS LIKE AS A BOYFRIEND OKAY

• nothing really changed that much except for a few certain things

• like how he always liked to have some kind of skin contact with you in any way possible

• for example, if the two of you were sitting beside each other, he’d purposely sit too close so that your knees were bumping as well as your arms.

• it was also a thing of his when he’d ask for a kiss on the cheek and turn around last minute so that you’ll be kissing him on the lips instead

• NEVER ENDING PRANKS

• he was honestly never the jealous type now that he was your boyfriend

• he knew how much you truly loved him and he trusted you with everything he had.

• study dates that often lead to make out sessions oops

• he’d be so supportive in everything you do!

• though not the jealous type, he is overprotective sometimes

• making sure that whoever messes with you gets to deal with him and his cruel jokes (and Fred’s too)

• Ginny treating you like an older sister because she never had one of those.

• Ron awkwardly asking advice from you when it comes to understanding girls

• Molly and Arthur being so so happy because they always knew George had a thing for you way back before the both of you realized it.

• spending Christmas at the Burrow!

• honestly, he’d just be the most perfect guy

• because you’re never afraid to be wacky or purposely look ugly whenever you’re with him. you know he’ll never judge you and will love you no matter what.

• #relationshipgoals to summarize it

Young!remus Headcanons

Here are a couple Remus Lupin headcanons that have been in my mind for a while and I’m too lazy to write:

-He prefers tea over coffee, but on days after the full moon, he drinks about three cups of coffee a day.

-However, he prefers hot chocolate over anything else.

-He is bisexual, but never really explores being with guys (think what you want, but I personally don’t think Wolfstar ever happened).

-His favorite season is autumn, followed by summer. 

-He never really got into politics until he graduated from Hogwarts and was confronted with the First Wizarding War.

-He’s utter trash at quidditch.

-The sorting hat was leaning forwards putting him in Ravenclaw based off of his intelligent, wise soul, until it found that he has been a werewolf since the age of four and immediately called out Gryffindor.

-He’s a major horndog.

-He either gets up at the crack of dawn or stays sleeping until late afternoon. There is no in between.

-He did develop depression after what happened on the 31st of October, 1981.

-He was very close with Peter and found him to be his best friend towards the later years at Hogwarts.

-He truly did not enjoy studying, but found that he loved getting good grades more than he hated studying.

-He planned most of the Marauders’ pranks in Hogwarts.

-He only got detention eight times throughout all seven years.

-When asked who their favorite student was, most of the teachers said Remus Lupin (Professor Slughorn said Lily Evans, obviously).

-Everyone thought that Lily was cheating on James with Remus because they were such good friends (she was not, of course. They were only ever friends).

-He got very outgoing when he was drunk.

-He always had a sarcastic, witty comeback but often only mumbled it to the other three.

-He was rubbish at hiding his chocolate but because he would get so angry when somebody stole it, everyone knew not to.

-He was as, if not more, mischievous than James and Sirius but was much better at not getting caught.

-He has a very contagious laugh when he really laughs. (And even when he just grins).

-He’s quite lanky but his arms got very muscular around seventh year.

which made him even more attractive

-He’ll only ever let the Marauders call him Moony (Lily and you excluded).

-His mom was one of his best friends.

-(This one is kinda canon already but whatever) Remus hated talking about his lycanthropy, even with the Marauders. 

-He had a very low self esteem.

If Yura and Beka were of French nationality, from the beginning it would be legal, it’s so normal!Of a French friend.

I just realized that every anti that says it’s disgusting, adds by the same opportunity that france is disgusting. I just realized that every anti-otayuri that does not want to “support” Otayuri, should never go to france.

Being Best Friends with Finn Wolfhard Headcanons

Request: omgomg can you pretty pls do a bestfriend Finn/Richie headcanon where the reader is older? ♡
A/N: nothing much. older!reader and actor!reader. Enjoy @rivjudephnx 💓

• You had just finished that movie you worked so hard on
• even though you were only sixteen you were invited to many talk shows
• And somehow you met the Stranger Things Crew
• And god did you adore them
• You guys became good friends , because you were the only children at the after party…
• And you weren’t allowed to drink
• you go to Finn’s hotel room
• And you all play stupid games and sing karaoke
• after everyone leaves, you stayed
• Because your parents didn’t come to the gala because they were busy and far away
• and you were still the oldest one
• You and Finn talked and talked
• he was a very interesting person
• he talked about what did he want from life
• He even sang to you
• and when he started eating his secret cookies under his bed you knew he was going to be your best friend
• and so it started
• You guys were always hanging out
• Sharing clothes because you love his style and everything you wear is a bit big on you
• supporting each other’s movies and tv shows
• going together at a lot of talk shows
• memes. Just memes
• you two are always up for some bogus shit
• Even god doesn’t know
• “ what do you mean you never were in a relationship?”
• “ Finn please. You’re like 14 what do you know about relationships?”
• “ still”
• you didn’t see him for a few months ( you guys texted all the time )
• And after you get to see him you’re in shock
• He’s taller than you now, and his cheekbones are prominent, and his hair is so curly and soft
• He’s still your little best friend
• he would swear all the time
• you teasing him about everything
• “ ew people ship us”
• “ ew. it happened to me with Millie and Jack, so get used to it”
• “ Finn.. there’s a lot of tumblr blogs with your face as profile picture”
• “ what’s Tumblr?”
• “ you’re too innocent for this world”
• you going to every concert and rehearsal of his
• and him teaching you guitar
• you still can’t play it
• just being two child actors best friends
• Both trying not to care what people say about you
• But it’s hard because sometimes on your social media all you can see is the negative comments
• So he would comfort you, and of course you would do the same
• because Hollywood and all this drama may be tiring,
• but it sure won’t break your friendship

the signs as quotes from my drama teacher
  • Aries: just because AIDS is in capital letters doesnt mean you scream it
  • Taurus: fuck that cat
  • Gemini: im not gay but william shakespeare could get it
  • Cancer: basically you all have erections and dont know what masturbation is
  • Leo: if someone mentions Cats one more time im going to quit this fucking job
  • Virgo: i wish neil simon birthed my son instead of my girlfriend
  • Libra: imagine youre nathan lane and someone just told you that theyre out of chardonnay
  • Scorpio: willem dafoe is a beautiful man and i will defend him to my grave fuck you
  • Sagittarius: you motherfucker get out of my class with this Rent bullshit
  • Capricorn: oberon has a donkeys head not a cows you ignorant slut
  • Aquarius: i hope you all get drafted into the war
  • Pisces: im going vegan for lent so if you bring bacon near me this month i will fucking fail you and kill your dog
Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine:  can you do a peter parker imagine where you’re going to a haunted house with peter and some friends. peter didn’t want to go at first but when he heard you were going, he was in. you all go to the haunted house and a guy in the group was flirting with you trying to act all manly and brave and stuff. peter gets really jealous and wants you all to himself so he ‘accidentally’ locks you in the same room as him. he confesses his feelings with you and you confess yours. thx so much i love ur writing!

A/N: thanks anon! you are a sweetie!! || it’s long ;3

Warning: None


 You walked around the corner with a smile on your face and your hair in perfect condition. You’ve been looking for Peter for the past five minutes, you wanted him to see how good you looked today. As you looked around, you spotted him talking with your friends. You gave yourself a silent, ‘yes!’ of excitement. He was talking with your friends, which was a good sign because they were your excuse to talk with Peter.

 You fix your hair up one last time and take a deep breath. Before you knew it, you were off. When you reached the group, Peter was the first one to greet you. Everybody greeted you afterwards, you glanced at Peter who kept staring at you. You were freaking out on the inside, he must’ve thought you looked good.

‘’So.. What were you guys talking about?’’ you ask, trying to spark up a conversation.

‘’Oh. We were inviting him to going to the haunted house with us tomorrow, but he doesn’t want to go.’’ judy explains.

‘’Yeah. Haunted houses aren’t really my thing.’’ peter shrugs.

‘’Aw man, that’s to bad. I was going to go tomorrow night.’’ you sigh.

 Peter gasped in surprise. He pulled out his phone almost immediately and started to tap his fingers rapidly on his screen. Everybody in the group exchanged glances, wondering what he was doing. Peter soon threw his phone back into his pocket and looked up at you.

‘’I actually had plans for tomorrow night that’s why I couldn’t go. But it seemed that they cancelled the plans so I’m free. I’ll go.’’ peter says.

‘’But I thought you said haunted houses weren’t real-’’

‘’Forget what I said! I’ll be there!’’ peter exclaims.

 Before you could respond, the bell rang and Peter ran off into the big crowd that was forming. You watched as he rushed off, you bit your lip and smiled. He was going and it was going to be a blast.

‘’Y’know Y/N. I think he’s just going because you’re going.’’ judy comments.

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