damn this song will be stuck in my head for ages

GOT7 Introduction Post

ALRIGHT. You requested, I have written! In honor of the upcoming THOT7 comeback - may our souls be stolen and wallets be emptied.

Member by Member introduction, from oldest to youngest.

Mark Tuan, stage name: Mark. ‘93 line, rapper. Also in charge of acrobatics / fly boy stunts. From LA, USA. Quiet, very intelligent. ISTJ personality. The only one who can pull the hyung card on Jaebum and BOY, WHEN HE DOES. Sometimes pegged as the ‘bad boy’ but lol. Mark’s laugh cures evil and creates butterflies. Deep ass rap, will make you shake in your boots. I know you want me, so stop fronting.

Originally posted by marksonislovely

Im Jaebum, stage name: JB. ‘94 line, vocal and leader. Korean. Also writes / releases music under Def (used to be Def Soul, soundcloud here). A tsundere hoe, to quote myself. INFJ personality. Very intelligent, typically takes a more subdued role in the group but DAMN, MEMEBUM. Don’t let the rude exterior fool you, Jaebum is a straight up meme. There are hours of footage on Youtube to prove it. Owns like, a billion cats and they all sleep in his room. OG cat is Nora. 

Originally posted by marksmami

Jackson Wang, stage name: Jackson. (Chinese name, Wang Jia Er). From Hong Kong, China. ‘94 line, rapper. ENFJ personality. Was a nationally ranked / world class fencer until he was 17. Convinced his parents to let him audition for JYP, moved to Korea and followed his dreams of music. Speaks English, Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese and Shanghainese. Jackson is pure sunshine in addition to being the most extra variety star in existence. Will do a forward flip every chance he can. Is a gigantic mama’s boy. Would never hurt a fly.

Originally posted by vulcanide

Park Jinyoung, stage name: Jinyoung (IF YOU CALL HIM JR OR JUNIOR, HE WILL FITE U). ‘94 line, vocal and dancer. ISFJ personality. Korean. Before debuting as part of GOT7, debuted in a duo with Jaebum called JJ Project. Tied with Jaebum for first place at 2009 JYP auditions. Has melodious, beautiful falsetto. Is an actor, appeared in multiple web dramas and was the young main for Legend of the Blue Sea, in addition to the lead in the independent film, Nunbal. Writes fucking bops. Is basically good at everything, the boy to bring home to your parents. Also the man who may take over the world. Idk. I’m not biased.

Originally posted by park9495

Choi Youngjae, stage name: Youngjae. ‘96 line, main vocal. ISFJ personality. Korean. Only trained for 7 months before debut, POWERHOUSE vocal. Composes under the name of Ars. Often compared to an otter bc SMILEY and ADORABLE and just actual sunshine. Anyone who hurts Youngjae answers to Jaebum. Hates cucumbers. Co-owns a puppy named Coco with Mark. Constantly damaging Jackson’s hearing with his yelling.

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam, stage name: Bambam. ‘97 line, rapper. ESTJ personality. From Thailand, trained with JYP for three and a half years. Legal Thai name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul but is rarely used except in legal circumstances. Bambam is his name lol. ANYWAYS. Bambam has rapidly switched from adorable maknae line to fly-ass fashion mogul. Loves memes, all things pop culture and fashion. Speaks Thai, Korean and English. Loves to interact with fans, especially through Twitter. Constantly calling fans girlfriends at fanmeets, WILL DAB WHENEVER HE WANTS TO DAB.

Originally posted by jeonjuly

Kim Yugyeom, stage name: Yugyeom. ‘97 line, singer and main dancer. INFP personality. Korean. Maknae. Main dancer in GOT7, performed twice on Hit the Stage and won first place the second time. Like Bambam, has transformed from adorable maknae to champion of sexy dance. Yugyeom is coming for us all. Is quiet and sweet but also loves to troll hyung line. Specifically Jinyoung and Jaebum. Is the biggest JJ Project fan in the world. One day, Jinyoung might actually kill him. 

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Larry Fanfic Reading List

Originally posted by hellaharrysgay

Or Brûlant 

Or the one where Harry is the new ballet teacher, despite him being younger than everyone in his class, and Louis is less than impressed by his inescapable talent. They sort themselves out eventually.

6 Weeks

When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.

Carried Away Like Butterflies

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Now You Know Me ( For Your Eyes Only)

au where harry and Louis are solo artists and they’re not exactly friends per se but they’re friendly, know each other from industry parties and things like that and there’s always been this weird unspoken sexual tension between them and Louis’ always kinda confused bc isn’t harry the biggest ladies’ man in the industry?? and one day harry asks Louis to collab with him and of course Louis says yes even tho he’s kinda surprised and harry plays the song for him and Louis is completely blown away by how beautiful it is and it’s a love song and he’s like damn whoever this is about is lucky as fuck bc it’s clearly written from personal experience so they spend all this time together recording and it’s super bittersweet bc they click right away and it takes Louis about three seconds to realize he has a huge fucking crush on harry but on the other hand harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and Louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

Looking Through You

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

Chasing Empty Seats

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

When It’s Late At Night

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Heaven’s Just Begun 

Harry is wholly convinced he’s quite literally a sad excuse for a young adult, but this doesn’t seem to stop the “boy next door” from developing the world’s biggest crush on him.

Do Not Go Gentle

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?


Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Nothing Please Me More Than You

Or…the one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything.

Little White Lies

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

Yell “Penis” For Password

Harry moves in to a new flat, and upon checking the wifi access, happens to find one demanding a very peculiar set of instructions. He makes the decision to follow them, which leads to a very interesting series of events.

There was a Reason I Collided With You

AU where Louis and Harry are neighbors who meet in the elevator of their apartment one morning and it becomes a routine for them. Louis pines a lot. Then one day, Harry doesn’t show up at the elevator like he usually does, and well, Louis might panic.

You Lost Your Shoes as it Started to Rain

harry works in an american bakery but he doesn’t know what scones are and he somehow meets a British boy named Louis.


“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”

There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.

A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going.

Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.

That’s how it begins.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on it’s soundtrack.

The Boys of Summer

Harry is in love with Louis and would have given anything to be his partner for the end of term literature assignment. Louis is the only kid in the class who can get away with anything, and all he wants is the attention of the pretty boy with the curls across the room. Featuring lots of banter, pining, flirting, and Fionn as an unwilling Cupid.

The Pink Album

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

If its Me You’re Looking For

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU. 


A collection of Larry Fanfics the I plan on reading lol.

updated: 08/27/2017

Leave Right Now - Harry Styles Imagine

Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.

“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.

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it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you

summary: it’s hard for eddie to find his soulmate when the only indicator is a song in your head (but richie finds a way)

warnings: kissing, excessive amount of the song africa by toto (fr only because all of yall love it so much and i wanna please yall), and a very cheesy ending!!

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lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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anonymous asked:

“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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black robin.

Originally posted by hardyness

pairings: peter parker x reader, tony stark x daughter!reader.
summary: you and your father don’t get along well. you ran away from your home and your life when you were fifteen and, even though just two years have passed, you’ve managed to build a new life. sort of.
warnings: mentions of violence and blood.
word count: 1150.
a/n: idk, guys, this idea popped into my mind and i just started writing. let me know if you like it, some feedback would be much appreciated!

Everybody knew the famous (Y/N) Stark, brilliant daughter of Tony Stark. Pretty smile and radiant eyes that hid true wit and intelligence. Even though she came out from a one night stand, a mistake some would say, she was loved by her dear father. That’s why all that questions came out, when she disappeared two years ago. 

Where is the child?
Was she kidnapped because of her father?
Why did they do it?

Something that went on and on for weeks. Tony couldn’t take it anymore, she could see it with her calm eyes, while she watched the news from a window outside of a lovely house in the suburbs. (Y/N) knew why she left everything and everyone behind, refusing to turn back. She wouldn’t even want to glance at what her life turned into, all that eyes that watched her and her father’s every move. She just couldn’t take it anymore, that’s why she left. This time, she really fucked up. But how she became one of the most feared villains in New York… well, that’s another story.

“ I’m not a patient woman. ” your voice was incredibly calm even though a storm of rage was running wild into your heart. Your black boot pressed harder into the man’s throat, who gasped for air, his face red.

“ I — I don’t know what you’re talking about! ” he said, and you pressed your foot harder. “ Alright, alright! Just — let me go. ” he choked. You rolled your eyes, behind your black and golden mask, easing the press. But there was something the man didn’t know: that you were cleverer than him. You knew that, as soon as you raised your foot, he would try to attack you, so you quickly took your whip from your belt and, with a swift movement of your right hand, you chained him, leaving his throat free. He cursed, spitting at your feet, his eyes filled with rage. You made him get in his feet, confident that he couldn’t break free from your grasp.

“ Even though you’re stupid I know you won’t tell me about your boss — oh, wait. What do you call him, now? Oh, yes. Vulture. I don’t like people to pry and mess with me. Stay out of my territory or there will be consequences. ” you were dead serious, but the man couldn’t contain his rapsy laugh. You clenched your jaw, holding yourself from punching that dumb and bloody face again.

“ You really think he is scared of you? A pathetic little girl who is playing villain? Black Robin, isn’t it? ” the grip on your whip dangerously strengthened, but the man didn’t care. He kept laughing at you. Humiliating you.

“ C’mon, birdie. Sing me a song. Is that all you have, sweetheart? You’re pathetic. ” just before he started laughing again, you opened your mouth. And you sang. Oh, you sang. An ultrasonic cry came out of your lips, shatterng all the windows of the storage. You screamed so hard that his ears started bleading, and you didn’t stop until everything was destroyed. You watched carefully the scenario that was before your eyes while the man cried in pain, holding his hands on his ears. Destruction. That’s what you were. Nothing but destruction. You quickly wrapped up your whip and secured it on your belt, slowly backing away. You had to run if you didn’t want to caught.

“ Ehy! ” a young, male voice drew your attention. You saw a red thing moving in the air just before something white and sticky glued you to the wall. You silently cursed, clenching your jaw when the one who liked to call himself Spider-Man appeared in front of you.

“ Nice voice you’ve got! — but, err, don’t sing, or scream or… well, you’ve got it. ” you raised your eyebrow, trying to free your body.

“ The thing is — you’ve been a very bad girl… wait, this doesn’t sound right —  yeah well, you’ve got to stop doing what you’re doing. The bad things and everything, because if you don’t, I will put an end to it. ”

“ You’re ridicolous. ” you stated bored, tilting your head. You sweared that, under that red and white mask, there was an offended expression.

“ What do you mean… ehy! I’m not ridicolous! I just got my powers and — well, let’s just say I’m not the one stuck on a wall. ” he said proudly. A sly smile grew on your lips, just before an ultrasonic cry came out of them. Peter was embossed to a few meters, and you took the chance to free yourself from his web with your knife. You approached him, looking at him with a triumphant smile, Vulture’s man long forgotten.

“ Are you sure of that, Spider-Boy? ” you smirked, just before disappearing in the dark, leaving him aching on the ground. 

After you left, Peter groaned loudly, massaging his aching head. He took his mask off, coughing and mentally kicking himself for being that stupid. He underestimated you, he though you were harmless and that your powers wouldn’t be that powerful. He was so wrong.

“ Damn it… ” he groaned, looking at the moonshine that could be seen from the broken windows. In a few istants, the view was ruined from a familiar iron suit. Iron Man approached him, flying beside him. Soon, Tony took off the mask, looking at Peter with frustrated eyes.

“ Kid. ” he started, quickly gesturing at him to get up. “ I’ll take it from here. Just go home. ” he couldn’t see it, but under the suit Tony was shaking.

“ No! I can do it! I know I can! Please, let me try. ” tried desperately Peter, but Tony snapped impatiently.

Kid. ” his voice was dangerously low. “ I said go home. ”

“ But… ”

Peter! ” Peter never saw Tony so angry and frustrated, not even during the Civil War. He seemed truly upset, and Peter didn’t have the courage to retort. Why was he so upset? Was it because of the girl? Did he knew her?
Black Robin, they called her. She seemed so young, under that black, golden and red suit that hugged her body, her (Y/H/C) hair that fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, but so cold. Peter saw her on the news a few times, destroying everything that obstructed her path with her ultrasonic cry, leaving behind her death and destruction. Maybe she was his age, maybe she was raised to hate, Peter didn’t know.
He put his mask back and, with a web, he flew out of the storage, leaving Tony and the other anonymous man alone. But Peter didn’t want to give up. He would look for you and find you.

Exchange Student -1- Jungkook

Originally posted by kookmint

Exchange Student - Jungkook

Parts; Masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 |

Pairing; Jungkook x reader

Rating; Mature

Genre; Fluff, Romance

Word count; 3.650

Synopsis; having an exchange student living in your house, shouldn’t be a problem unless this exchange student is Jungkook from BTS. 

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“Worries” Part 2

Word Count: 1,116

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This is part two of “Worries”, which you can read HERE

Summary: When Negan takes Daryl in as prisoner, he has more than a few words about Daryl’s relationship with you.

Warnings: A lot of Swearing (lol Negan is in this what do you expect)

Thanks for requesting a second part, anon! :)

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

That song, playing on repeat, was driving Daryl insane. The only thing he could think about was getting out of that cell, escaping, and seeing you again. But of course, that seemed impossible since he was locked away, being forced to listen to the same song over and over again, eating dog food sandwiches.

“Get up.” Dwight opened the door, sunlight streaming into the once pitch dark cell. Daryl winced his eyes at the sudden change of light, but didn’t move to get up.

“I said get the fuck up, now. Negan wants to see you.” Dwight says again, and when Daryl doesn’t move, he grabs Daryl by the arm and forces him to walk down the hallway.

“Aha, exactly who I wanted to see.” Negan turned around from speaking to one of his many wives. Daryl grunts in response, and Dwight lets go of his arm.

“We gotta have a little chat.” Negan sets his drink down. “It’s about your precious little whore, Y/N.”

Daryl’s attention is fully on Negan once he mentions your name, even if it’s in a bad way. He hadn’t heard anything about you since the night of the lineup. He didn’t even know if you were alive, or if you were okay. All he could seem to do (besides plan escaping) was worry about you.

“Dwight, ladies, you mind giving us a little goddamn privacy? Fuck, I don’t get any respect around here.” Negan sighs, setting Lucille down on the table. They all hurry to leave the room, making Negan smirk in response. He loves being listened to, being in control.

“So, Daryl.”

“What?” Daryl manages to make out, his voice a little dry from not doing anything but crying and yelling for the past few days.

“Every time I am in Alexandria, all I get is dirty looks from that girl of yours. Let me tell you- that is not fucking cool, but damn is she a babe!” Negan laughs. Daryl gives him a dirty look, not liking that Negan was blatantly hitting on you. He’s very protective of you, and he hates when anyone even looks at you in a way that’s not friendly. But he knows better than to say anything to Negan.

“That ass, mhm, that’s a sight to see. I bet that pussy is great, too.” Negan taunts Daryl, and seeing by the look on his face, its working.

“She’s real lonely without you there. I offered to make her one of my wives, keep her company all day, fuck her brains out. She rejected that offer real fucking quick, seems she’s still hung up in you. Won’t be for too long. Not with all of those strong, younger men out there.”

Daryl wants to pick up Lucille from the couch and bash in Negan’s head like he did to Glenn and Abraham, but he somehow manages to keep his cool.

Despite all of the times that you have tried to reassure him that he didn’t need to be insecure about the age difference, he couldn’t help but let it get to him sometimes. Between everyone at the camp bothering him about it and his own worries that you would lose interest in him, he was very insecure about the situation. Typically you were the only person that could reassure him that everything was going to be ok and calm him down, but you weren’t here this time.

“She wouldn’t.” Is all he says.

“You sure about that, buddy? You’re an old ass man. She’s a hot ass fucking babe, ten out of ten. She’s going to leave you sooner or better.”

“She won’t.” Daryl grits through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Negan puts his hand over his heart. “I did, didn’t I?”


“I could see why you’d be bothered by it, shit, I don’t blame ‘ya. She’s way out of your league. Surprised she’s not with that little serial killer- he’s only a few years younger than her, isn’t he? Or even with Rick. At least he’s got something going for him, being the, quite frankly shitty, leader of you guys.”

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh,” Negan shakes his finger. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up, or I will toss you right back into that fucking cage you just came from.”

Daryl sits there, unsure why Negan even called him out there. If it was just to taunt and tease him about you, than he would rather go back into the cell.

“Why am I out here?”

“I got bored. Decided to take the shit out of ‘ya in a different way than torture. I gotta say, this is way more fucking entertaining.” Negan laughs. “I’m just busting your balls, you can relax. I think its damn cool you can score someone like that. Even in the apocalypse. Shit, I’d even go as far as sayin’ I’m proud of ‘ya. She seems to really like you, for what reason I have no goddamn idea, but she does.”

“Please let me see her, I need ‘ta see her.” Daryl begged.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ya took Carl here, showed him around. Bring Y/N here.”

“Beggin’ me isn’t gonna do shit.” Negan shook his head. “Dwight!” He yelled, and the man came inside the room.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take him back. Done with him. He’s too goddamn sensitive.”

“No, no, no please, let me see her.” Daryl was about ready to explode, between the anger built up from this conversation with Negan, to that stupid song playing over and over again, to being stuck in isolation.

“Too bad so sad.” Negan waved them off, and gestured for his wives to come back into the room.

“Let’s go.” Dwight forced him back into the cell, pushing him to the ground.

“I want to see Y/N.” Daryl says before the door is closed shut again.

“Sorry, old man.”

The door shuts again, leaving Daryl alone again. His mind is still reeling from the conversation with Negan, making him more upset by the minute. The only thing that calms him down is remembering your voice telling him that you love him, and your beautiful face. You’re the only thing that gets him through the day and that gives him the strength to keep on.

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

We Can Never Go Back To Before

(I am sad and write of sad things.  Everyone will be all right in the end, I’m sure, but, Harris, you can’t run from your past forever.)

“Let’s eat peanut butter cups for dinner.”

Harris shifted the bag of groceries in his arms. “Was that your plan all along?”

Darcy nodded. “Yes.”

“Then why did we go grocery shopping?”

“I was luring you into a false sense of security, nutritionally speaking.” She did a little spin, enjoying the way her skirt flared around her knees. The bags in her hands bumped against her legs as she stopped, facing him. “It was my devious plan.”

He grinned at her, his cheeks pink from the spring breeze. “With chicken breasts and frozen vegetables?”

“You didn’t suspect a thing,” Darcy pointed out. She threw her hands in the air. Harris ducked under her bags without missing a step. “My plan was a success!”

“We’re not eating peanut butter cups for dinner,” Harris said. But he was smiling when he said it.

“Maybe you’re not, but you’re not the boss of me, soooooooo…” She tipped her head in his direction. “Make me a better offer.”

“I don’t know,” he mused. “I mean, we could try eating real food and not spending the rest of the night curled up in the fetal position, praying for death as the sugar rush wears off.”

He had a pronounced cowlick right now. It was adorable. Darcy shifted both of her bags to one hand and reached out with the other. “You make it sound like a bad plan.”

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Pairing: Reddie with background Stenbrough and Mike/Ben + lesbian!Bev

Word Count: 1904

Prompt: modern, college, soulmate au

Warning: mention of childhood abuse (but only in the past – not major theme)

Dedication: my faves in the loser club gc !!!!


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Fire and Kindling

Request: “modern au where reader and ben are always bickering whenever they see each other and then one day a fire breaks out in chemistry class and when ben notices reader isn’t in the field he runs back in for her bc he’s a fucking softie who fell for her but didn’t want to admit it to himself so he’d just fight with her omg”

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 3k

A smile plastered itself onto your lips, the 100 jumping off your laptop screen and straight to your ego. You had worked hard for that mark, and now that you knew what your final score was for Chemistry, you were filled with relief and a sense of triumph that had been trailing you all throughout the year. The skies automatically seemed clearer, the bell chiming sounding like heavenly choirs singing. Your results for all your classes had been progressively released during the day, this week being one of concluding and saying your final goodbyes to your AP subjects. The last week of your last year, and nothing could bring down your elated mood.

Well, everything apart from the nightmare dressed in a black leather jacket and a crooked smile, waltzing down the hallway with his bag lazily strung over his shoulder. Ben Solo had been hit with a major growth spurt last year, and ever since, he was a block of solid mass. You thanked whatever gods out there that he didn’t like picking on you in any way other than verbal. You promptly twirled on your heel, eager to escape his looming presence until your eventual meeting in Chemistry. But of course he had to step in front of you, his arm now resting against your locker, cornering you.

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ten and a half. pt.1

pairing: choi seunghyun/T.O.P x you
rating: m (language, explicit sexual content)
genre: angst, fluff, smut
themes: age difference, drama, jealousy

pt.1, pt.2


Originally posted by tabi87

“Ready?” Seunghyun nodded, enthusiastic smile plastered onto his handsome face. “Alright. One, two… three!

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In Time, My Love ; Thunderblink AU

Summary: An AU where mutants aren’t hunted and John, Lorna and Marcos own a training/rec centre for mutants. 

The second John walks into the Mutant Underground, he’s accosted by Leanne, their twenty-year-old overly perky secretary, and she’s rambling at a pace that should be her superpower, so he puts a hand to her shoulder and reminds her to slow down.

“Oh, sorry!” Leanne makes a gesture like she’s conking her head with an invisible hammer. “My mouth just runs and runs away from me. Mama says I was born without a filter.” She laughs loudly. “This one time, when I was sixteen, my teacher told me –”

“Leanne,” John says, voice firm and a little exasperated. This is a song and dance they do every morning. 

She smiles apologetically. “Right, umm… Marcos says you have to go meet him in Training Hall B as soon as you get in. Life or death or something.” 

John nods his thanks and makes his way through the building. It’s been nearly ten years since Marcos, Lorna and him began the Mutant Underground as a place for young mutants to train and learn to control their powers safely. Since then, it’s grown into a hive for mutants of all ages to congregate and offer their services to one another. They even have a new wing dedicated to counseling and therapy. That hadn’t been his idea though, nor Marcos or Lorna. It was hers.

As if summoned by just thinking of her, his phone beeps. A Twitter notification.

Clarice Fong‏・@bbblink・1m 
if anyone sees my bf, can u pls punch him 4 me? what kind of savage finishes the milk and puts it back in the fridge! #timetogettinder

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・1m
replying to @bbblink 
wow. dump his ass #thunderwho

Rolling his eyes, John quickly types a reply. Marcos can wait. 

John Proudstar・@thunderbird・1m
replying to @bbblink @magnetqueen 
kind of rude, babe. you’re asking people to break their hands for you 😏 (lorna, does 15 years of friendship mean anything to you!) 

He met Clarice nearly five years ago to the day. He’d been out walking his dog when he found her surrounded by a gaggle of kids. She was beautiful, the kind that made you stop and stare for a little while, but that hadn’t been what drew him to her. He maintains to this day that the second he fell in love with her was when she shouted across the park, “Michael, I swear to god if you don’t stop that, I’m going to teleport you into the damn Grand Canyon and leave you there!” Thankfully, John hadn’t needed an opener to meet her. Zingo did all the work. 

Suppressing the smile that always came with thinking about his long-time girlfriend, John pushes the door open to Training Hall B to find Marcos standing in the centre of the hall, staring up at the ceiling with a perplexed expression. 

“Uh… buddy, you alright?” 

Marcos startles and turns around, his eyes glowing for a fraction of a second, before he lets out a deep breath. “Shit! You scared me.” 

“You asked me to come…” 

“Oh… yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Marcos looks panicked and that makes John feel a little nervous.

“What’s going on?” 

“I think I’m going to do it,” his friend says definitively, turning his gaze back up at the skylight. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going to do it.” 

John is still thoroughly confused. “Do what?” 

It,” Marcos says, narrowing his eyes as he glances back to John. When he doesn’t respond, his friend sighs. “Ask Lorna to marry me!” 

“Oh!” John laughs in relief. “I thought you were going to leave the Mutant Underground or something. You looked so freaked out.” 

“I am freaking out!” Marcos snaps, still as frantic as before. “This is a big deal! Wouldn’t you be freaking out if you were about to ask Clarice to marry you?”

The very idea has John’s throat going dry. “Yeah, but… but that’s different. You and Lorna have a kid together! You’ve been together for forever.” 

Marcos rolls his eyes. “Still terrifying, man.” 

“Right, so why do you need me exactly?” 

“I’m going to ask her here,” Marcos says, gesturing to the hall. “Creating this place is kind of how it all began and so I need you to clear your classes after 3 today so I can set up.” 

John salutes. “You got it. Need any help?”

With a list of tasks to do, John backs away and leaves Marcos to ruminate alone in the hall. As he’s finding his way back to the administration wing, he takes out his phone again to find even more notifications.  

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・17m
replying to @thunderbird @magnetqueen
ur so smug, arent u? what if i do get tinder! i’m a hot ass catch and i bet i can find a man who replaces milk cartons! 

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・17m
replying to @bbblink @thunderbird  
i can help! (ily john but tinder sounds fun)

Lorna Dane・@magnetqueen・10m
@bbblink does not bluff. she actually got tinder (but then deleted it 5 secs later) @thunderbird 

Clarice Fong・@bbblink・8m
replying to @magnetqueen @thunderbird 
i’m gonna shower in purell tonight. how do single ppl do this? #thankgod4johnproudstar #sorry #lornamademedoit 

John swipes out of the Twitter app to pull up her number. She answers on the first ring. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Clarice says without greeting. “Unless you get jealous over dudes named Chad, who thinks going to the ‘gym’ is an appropriate interest. I mean what the hell is that about? Also, what’s up with the fishing photos! Is this like some new single white man thing?” 

John laughs. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not single or white.” 

He hears her exhale down the line and his heart does that dumb little twist of pleasure every time he makes her laugh. 

“Well, if you were ever thinking about breaking up with me, now you can’t because I refuse to be single ever again,” Clarice says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. “You’re stuck with me, Thunderbird.” 

“What a shame,” he says, teasing back. “So no more tinder?” 

Clarice makes a gagging noise. “No. And remind me to stop listening to Lorna. Oh, by the way, have you seen Marcos? Lorna says she’s been trying to get in touch with him all morning.” 

“He’s busy right now,” John says. He hates lying to Clarice, but it’s not his secret to tell. “He says he’ll call her after he’s done.” 

“Okay, I’ll let her know.” There’s a second of silence before Clarice says, “he’s going to ask her to marry him, isn’t he?” 

“What? How did you know that!” 

“One, I’m smarter than both of you; two, Marcos has been extra squirrelly lately,” Clarice lists out. “And three, you’re a bad liar.” 

John laughs, bright and loud. “Shit, well… yeah, okay. But you can’t say anything to Lorna.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s totally what I was about to do… But it’s crazy, right? Lorna and Marcos getting married?” 

“They live together; they’re raising Aurora together. I think they’re already married, Clarice,” John points out. 

I know, but it’s still… weird,” Clarice repeats. 

“Not everyone is as allergic to commitment as you are,” John says, smiling as he continues to walk through the corridor leading to his office. 

He hears her huff. “I’m not that bad. I’m living with you, aren’t I?” 

“It only took four and a half years,” he reminds her, clicking the door shut behind him and walking over to his desk. 

“And in another four years, we can talk about getting a dog,” Clarice says, cheery like she’s just made a very funny joke.

John rolls his eyes. “We already have a dog.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah… okay, you’re distracting me. Go do work. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget to buy milk! Love you, bye!”  

She hangs up before he gets a chance to say he loves her too, but his attention has already diverted to the object in his other hand, the lights above him refracting off of it in a spectacular display of rainbow hues. John isn’t exactly a romantic, but a year into his relationship with Clarice in an uncharacteristic moment of pure spontaneity, John went out and bought a diamond ring. It doesn’t matter to him when or how it happens, but he knew then just as he knows now that she’s it. Clarice Fong is the only person he’ll ever want to spend the rest of his life with and he’d be happy to wait another four and half years just to ask.

tease // zach herron

request: goddamn y’all want some dirty zach so here it is

you guys wanted it, i’m just here to provide. enjoy my loves.

pairing: zach x fem!reader

triggers: uh it’s dirty and cursing n shit

tags: @confusedzach @jonahgarl @5sosmusic1d @boomboomboomwayhoo

disclaimer: if you are uncomfortable with zach being 16 in this imagine, feel free to age him up. i personally wrote this imagining him around 18, so if that makes reading this more comfortable feel free to think of him older than he is currently.

y/n bit her lip as she stared at her boyfriend, who was currently running around on stage, singing his heart out. a few strands of his perfectly styled hair had gone astray, and were stuck to his forehead. sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his cheeks rosy from the amount of running around anda dancing he had done during the show

he looked practically god-like, but what was new. he was zach herron after all.

zach looked over to backstage, catching his girlfriend staring at him. he winked at her before running off to another part of the stage, sending a rush of warmth down y/n’s body.

she rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. he knew he was riling her up, that damn tease.

his hand was wrapped tightly around his microphone, making the veins that she loved oh-so-much far more prominent than usual. zach’s hands were one of y/n’s favorite features of his, with their sheer largeness and prominent veins. his hands were skilled, with years of guitar playing making them slightly calloused, yet still soft. they were magic makers, in more ways that just for music.

she rubbed her legs together, trying to create some friction to relieve the heat forming between her legs. seeing him sweaty and breathless, reminded her of those time when—no. she couldn’t let herself think of that and go farther down the rabbit hole she was already falling into.

their set was almost over, and y/n couldn’t have been more impatient. the whole show had consisted of consistent winking, lip biting, and stares from zach, and she was fed up with it.

the final note of the last song rang out, loud cheers ringing throughout the venue. the boys said their goodbyes, blowing kisses and touching the hands of the fans before finally exiting, the screaming still as loud as ever as the stage emptied.

“you did incredible babe,” y/n approached zach, wrapping her arms around his neck. she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“thanks baby, you look amazing tonight,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “really amazing,” he whispered to her, sending heat through her veins.

“get a room,” corbyn yelled at the couple, eliciting eye rolls from both zach and y/n.

“maybe we will,” zach smirked at his bandmates, taking y/n by the hand and leading her down a hallway. they ignored the whoops and wolf-whistles coming from the boys as he opened a door, revealing an empty dressing room.

y/n wasted no time in pressing her lips against zach’s, kissing him hungrily. he kissed back with just as much fervor, slipping his hands up her shirt and resting them on the small of her back. he backed her up against a wall, detaching his lips from hers and placing them onto the column of her neck. he kissed down her neck, stopping occasionally to suck lightly on the skin.

“you were being such a tease on stage today,” y/n breathed out, savoring the feeling of his lips working magic on her skin.

“i know,” he spoke cockily, pausing in his actions to speak for a moment. “i couldn’t help it when you looked so beautiful, and don’t think i didn’t catch you staring at me the whole time,”

“i can’t help but stare when you look so good, all sweaty and breathless,” she mumbled, pulling him back up from her neck to reattach their lips. they kissed passionately for a few seconds before she pulled away and began pressing kisses down his jawline.

“jump.” he managed to breath out, and she obliged. she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands going to support her body as he carried her over to a table. he set her down carefully, going to pull her shirt off.

he hands fumbled slightly, but he had finally managed to pull her shirt off, revealing the lace bra she was wearing underneath.

“fuck,” he whispered to himself, taking in the sight before him. “you’re so beautiful,”

“you’re wearing too many clothes babe,” y/n pouted, her hands reaching out to play with the hem of his black t-shirt. he smirked and removed it in nearly one move, when the fabric got caught on his head. but he quickly remedied his action, pulling the t-shirt all the way off his body.

his bare, toned chest was now on full display, and y/n ran her hands down his skin before pulling him back in closer.

zach threw the shirt somewhere in the room and reattached their lips, his hands resting on the bare skin of her waist. she looped her fingers through his belt loops, pulling his body even closer than it was before.

his hands trailed up her back, resting at her bra clasp. he pulled away from their kiss, looking to her for permission. she nodded, and he struggled with the clasp for a moment or two before popping it open, letting the fabric fall from her chest.

he bit his lips, taking in the sight of her bare, beautiful chest. he kissed his way down her neck and down the valley of her breasts, leaving lovebites and marks in his wake.

his lips had finally reached the edge of her jeans and he was about to pull them down her legs when y/n beckoned him back up to her level.

“you’ve done all the work babe,” she kissed him, pulling away before he could deepen it. “let me have a turn,” she kissed down his jawline, swiftly unbuttoning his black jeans.

he sucked in a breath at the sensation. “fuck baby,” he groaned threading his hands through her hair. he tugged at it lightly as she pulled his jeans down his legs, the fabric pooling at his ankles. he kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. he was left in his boxers, a bulge being prominent through the fabric.

“now you’re wearing too many clothes baby,” he bit his lip, moving his hands to unbutton her jeans when his phone went off. he ignored it, managing to get the button undone when his phone went off again.

“just ignore it babe,” y/n mumbled, pulling zach up into yet another feverish kiss. but it seemed like whoever was texting zach was persistent, because his phone went off at least 10 more times in the next thirty seconds.

zach grumbled, picking up his phone and turning it on silent. “finally,” he smirked, approaching y/n and kissing down her neck when the door to the dressing room slammed open.

y/n let out a scream, her arms going up to cover her chest as corbyn walked in, his eyes covered with his hands.

“hey, sorry to interrupt whatever you horny teenagers were doing in here but we are gonna order pizza and you weren’t answering your phone so we were wondering if you guys wanted any so we could order,” corbyn asked, his eyes still clamped tightly over his eyes to obscure his vision.

“get the fuck out corbyn,” zach hissed, his cheeks turning a bright crimson color.

“okay okay, i’ll leave you guys to your little sexy time session. but for real, do you guys want pizza? i’m sure you guys will be hungry after you guys fu-”

“yes, we would love some pizza corbyn,” y/n cut off the blonde boy before he could go any further.

“sounds good,” corbyn began backing up out of the room, his eyes still closed tightly. “and make sure to use protection, we don’t need any why don’t we babies running around any time soon.” corbyn called out before running away, slamming the door behind him.

“well he totally ruined the mood,” zach mumbled, walking over to where his discarded clothes were and tugging them back on.

“he really did,” y/n retrieved her own clothes, getting dressed before sitting down on the couch in the dressing room.

“but hey, at least we’re getting pizza.”

What’s Next?, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Oak sets Reader up with Lin.

Words: 928

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile! I’ve been struggling writing recently, so maybe send in some prompts to get the ball rolling? Also, 555 followers?? Amazing. This is a not-so-subtle reference to the West Wing (which is why Lin reacts the way he does)

Warnings: None?

Askbox | Masterlist

“I still don’t feel right being back here…” You trailed, fingers grazing the ‘aged’ wood of the Hamilton set.

“You’re fine.” Oak insisted for what felt like the thousandth time.

You had known Oak before the rest of the world did - back when he was using theatre to avoid trouble during the football offseason. You happened to be employed at the theatre he would sometimes frequent and saw potential in him from his first audition.

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Never Grow Up - 3


SUMMARY: Sebastian watches his little girl grow up.

WARNINGS: fluff i guess. lol



“Dad, can you drop me off at the corner?” Ella asked, her eyes glued to her phone as she texted her best friends.

Sebastian looked over at his 13 year old daughter and frowned. “Why? Do you not want your friends to see me?”

Ella finally looked up at Sebastian and gave him a knowing look. It wasn’t that. If anything, her friends actually wanted to see Sebastian. They thought he was the hottest dad out there which grossed Ella out.

“Dad, I’m 13 now. People can’t see me get dropped off by my dad!”

“But I’m a cool dad, remember?”

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AU Masterlist

((All of the following have been collected))

Awkward Meetings

-I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry

-I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?

-You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man

-You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and I’m too shocked to respond to your apologies

-You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich maneuver and why this working isn’t, you’re just choking harder now this is awful

-We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame

-I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, I’m so sorry

-You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.

-I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat

-You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????

-You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that

-You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist

-This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying.

-I got into a cab to find someone already inside

-You thought I was your friend/sister

-Holy shit, I’m in the wrong car.

-I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.

-It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR

-You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and it’s my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…

-I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. -Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear

-This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?

-We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because you’re terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.

-You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?



-The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn

I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbor standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)

-My neighbor has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs

-You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!

-The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling

-My neighbor’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.

-My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra

-You’re my new neighbor and wow man, you have some really weird habits.

-You’re my neighbor and you are stealing my Wi-Fi to watch porn and can you not?

-You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?

-I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?

-I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know it’s like the fourth time this week…

You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU

-My new neighbor is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… I’m in too deep

-It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP

-We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

-“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.

-“We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU
-My shower is broken because of some stupid mistake and I have to use the one in your room
-I’m a heavy sleeper and my alarm is so loud and obnoxious you have to wake me up in some way to switch it off
-Mutual hate for our stupid landlord/flat mate/neighbor
-I woke up form a nightmare screaming and you’ve rushed over from your apartment to try and calm me down and…you look really hot when you wear glasses and you’re almost naked



-I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog.

-My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward.

-We are neighbors and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?

-My pet tarantula/snake (etc.) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders

-I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye

-My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.

-My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?

-My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you came home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar

-Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog

-You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

-I know it’s cute, but we can’t keep it.

-Fun fact, I picked this up on my way home.

-You said you wanted something cute for your Birthday, but I have a feeling our definition of that word is vastly different.

-I reckon that you’ll be unable to let them go.

-We need to find its actual owner. Come on.

-Oh no, their eyes. My biggest weakness.

-Look at its little feet. I’m in love.

-I suppose we can have one, but I mean it. One.



-I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music

-You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.

-You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…

-Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?

-I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?
-Your music choice is so bad but you’re undeniably, yet irritatingly cute when you bop your head along


-I’m a wizard and I just accidently appeared into your house. Oops.

-I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.

-I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt

-You’re a Greek god and I’m the roman counterpart.

-I’m a ghost and you’re alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck.

-You’re a faun and I’m a Satry

-I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me?

-I’m a time traveler and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.

-I’m a writer and you’re my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft?

-I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small Chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…

-I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?

-I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry

-Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.

-I’m a genie and d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?

-I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you

-You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.

-We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but it’s not the same

-I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and let’s just say it doesn’t end well

-I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.

-You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk

-Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything….

-Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house

-Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

-You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff
-I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad



-I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit

-You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?

-I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…

-You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going

-We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?

-I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but you’re actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you

-I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry

-You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!

-We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class

-You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?

-I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because I’m so shitty at this

-My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry

-You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning

-Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments

-I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.

-I usually talk to my friends through Morse code in class but… apparently you know Morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute

-I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO
-we’re in general bio discussion and the topic is meiosis and… uh… why is the graduate student instructor telling us that we’re going to act it out? And assigning us all chromosome

-You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you

-You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch

-You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished

-You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork

-I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared

-You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under you saucer

-It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee

-We have zero classes together but I see you at least five times a day what the fuck????

-I go on late night walks around campus and apparently you do too

-You work in the cafeteria on campus and I order the same thing every day so we keep making small talk and wow you actually seem pretty cool???

-You keep grabbing the biggest group study room but you never have a study group; I actually do have a group and I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind

-You work in the Starbucks on campus and picked up on my obscure reference/t-shirt from some obscure show/etc. and now I’m determined to talk to you about it

-We both went to grab the last ice cream and I’m insisting you take it but you’re insisting that I take it (added bonus: hey, why don’t we just share it?)

-We were on the same college tour

- It’s prime time for practice rooms and all of the good ones are taken except for that one – don’t you fucking dare, I will FIGHT you for it.

- I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you ok?

- Oh good an empty practice roo- HOLY SHIT. Why are you lying on the ground in a dark?!

- The theory professor makes no sense and you’re the star pupil. Teach me everything you know about theory and I will buy you anything you want from Starbucks. Grande. Venti. Frappuccino. Chai Tea Latte. You name it.

- I’m trying to study in the lounge and you’re blasting your music. I don’t care how much you love Mahler, have you ever heard of ear phones???

- I’m trying to schedule my recital, but you have the time/location I want. Ok, what do I have to sell you for that time slot/date?

- I agreed to help you with your music Ed video project and now you’re trying to teach me trumpet and my god I am terrible at this instrument.

- You’re really cute and I may have done more than three casual walk-bys of your practice room. I’m on my sixth walk-by when we make eye contact. Oh shit.

- I don’t know you, but you grabbed me to help with your audition videos and wow, you’re really good and attractive…Oh crap, stop the camera now?

- You’re in the orchestra and I’m in the choir. I’ve had a crush on you all semester. I’m pretty sure you’ve caught me staring at the violin section one to many times.

- Amidst all the Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin I hear musical theatre?!?!?!!? I race out of my practice room and go on a mad hunt until I find you and oh my god you’re playing my favourite show let’s be friends!



Near Death Experiences

-Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.

-You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner

-Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island.

-I just took a super dangerous job and you’re trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money

-It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralyzed?

-I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc.) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc.) and decide to take me in.

-I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count


Mistaken and Secret Identities

-I’m a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner

-I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?

-I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends

-I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later

-You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am definitely not… that dude. What was his name again?

-You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain

-I have a very cute neighbor and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronized with my neighbor’s…

-I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face


Profession Based

-Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?

-I’m a private detective and you’re my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit

-You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my beliefs.

-I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???

-You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, and I know it’s invasive seriously, sorry

-You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?

-You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.

-You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders

-I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake

-We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.

-I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.

-I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’

-It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?

-You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.

-You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

-The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???

-You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?


Teacher x Teacher

-The nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck. But later (not in school environment maybe by accident) the students (a group of them) see that the strict one isn’t really that strict and they love their partner

-The cool married teachers that talk about each other and everyone loves like one of them comes late to class and is like “sorry i’m late guys mx. [partner] is really sick and i wanted to be sure everything is alright” and the students spend 5 minutes fussing over the other teacher and asking questions about their wellbeing “ARE THEY DYING” “No Joey they’ve just caught a cold” [and trying to make this one forget about their class”

-two teachers that EVERYBODY ships like the students are trying to get them together, “Soo, Mx. A, Mx. B will have a concert tomorrow for the school and they need all the help and they asked me to tell you….so you can tell other students” “Mx. B didn’t tell me anything about it” “oh it was like, last moment thing you know. they didn’t have time. and like, they really need help.”

And the teacher is like “Thanks Johnson” and trying to be really cool but REALLY BEING NOT COOL OMG WHERE’S THE SQUAD OF DUCKLINGS TO HAVE AN EXCUSE TO GO AND HELP

and like other teachers shipping them too

“Mx. A you know about the prom. There’s a rule that the teachers must have some partners too” [dunno if it already is something like this, it is not in my country] “I did not know about this rule.” “Oh it’s very recent. So, you know, teachers are never alone and can be protected in case it’s necessary. I also heard that Mx. B has no partner.”


Like, science/maths teachers with art/languages teacher. Or stuff like this.

Talking about their subject passionately and the other not understanding shit but loving it anyway because they’re so fucking cute.

-We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts -we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years

-RIVAL TEACHERS?????? Like here is your impossible love

-Teachers of the same subject in different schools fighting in competitions and shit

-Or teachers of the same subject talking passionately about their course. and praising each other.

-Teachers talking about their students, the bad ones and the cool ones

-LGBT teachers standing up for LGBT students and offering them support and helping them feel more at ease in this clusterfuck of school

-OTP 1 teacher/teacher and OTP 2 student/student

-OTP 2 being so thankful that OTP 1 exists. OTP 1 giving advice to OTP 2.


-Grading stuff together. Bringing each other food/beverages. Helping each other through all the stuff.



Old Friends

-I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia

-I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now.

-You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?


Fake Dating

-I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date?

-I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?

-We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you

-My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.


Mutual Friends

-“Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.

-“Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.

- It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single

Smol and Tol

-you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs

-you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired

i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high

-“how did you two meet?” “They tripped over me. While I standing.”

-man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you

-man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost

-whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me

-you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love
-Tol likes to give Smol piggy backs wherever they go
-Smol tries to give Tol a piggy back and they both fall over and laugh
-Tol constantly gets asked out by random strangers at bars while Smol is mistaken as considerable younger and is never asked out so they’re always ready to fight the strangers off


-that stage kiss WAS NOT SCRIPTED WTF

- I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU

-for closing night bets you slipped me tongue during our stage kiss what the fuck do I do

-we’re not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships our characters and they keep making us take pictures together in costume (I kind of love it)

-we’re in the chorus together and you never know what the notes are so you have to stand impossibly close to me to listen and it just makes me mess up and I SWEAR TO GOD ARE YOU DOING THAT ON PURPOSE

-everyone in the show has to wear makeup I swear I will wrestle you into this chair if I have to

-oh my god you’re doing my makeup and you’re so close and I can’t breathe

-I may have learned your romantic lead’s part and then attempted to take them out the night of the show

-we made out in the light booth

-this is the first time I’ve seen you in costume and holy fuck how do you look so good in that



-You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)

-You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee

-You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you

-You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man

-We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute

-I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you

-I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile

-I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista

-You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in icreasingly horrible ways

-You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip and you never finish your drink, are you trying to look mature or something?

-Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in?


-Last words are on your skin instead of their first words so you don’t know your soulmate until you lose them
-People age until they reach 18 and then they stop aging until they meet their soul mate
-The song you get stuck in your head is the one your soulmate is singing (Bonus: when they meet, the one annoys the other by singing their most hated song)
-You only see colour when your touching your soulmate
-Necklaces given to you at birth of half a unique shape and your soulmate gets the other half
-Little bruises and cuts show up on your soulmate
-Stripe of your soulmates hair colour on your wrist
-Vision is shaded to the eye colour of your soul mate and is that why until you meet them
-You have a tattoo that tells you what they’re most passionate about
-Tattoo saying how old you and your soulmate will be when you meet
-You can see every colour except the one that’s your soul mates eye colour
-Soulmates name on one wrist and enemies name on the other


Fun Fair/Carnival

-Hey Miss/Mister you paid but forgot to take your cotton candy so here it is
-Both our kids are on a merry-go-round and are starting to fight over a particular pony would you be so kind to tell your kid to fuck off, my kid got here first
-You’re scared of roller coasters and friends are all on different rides and you look so miserable, let me buy you coffee
-I’m so sorry I split my milkshake all over you, can I make it up to you
-Excuse me sir, you need a pair to go on the roller coaster, any singles here?
-I’m sorry sir, we’re closing up you can’t go on this merry-go-round, bit fuck it, we’re the only ones here


-I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?

-My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little

-We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, it’s on!

-You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain

-We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?

-Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this

-I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me

-I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

-We are trapped in a bank during a robbery

-Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?

-I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting Romeo and Juliet at me

-I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???

-You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you

-It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???

-The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?

-You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer

- There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch

-I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?

“I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad

-“You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you

-You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy

-I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward

-You have no idea what personal space is and it’s really distracting when your face is two inches away from mine, what if I turn my head and accidentally kiss you
-You don’t like snuggling or a lot of touching but when you’re asleep you’re a cuddle for better or for worse
- I was eating chocolate and you came over and started kissing me, and so I finally offered you some and you say it tastes better like this


Across the Universe

Originally posted by emperorhwangs

Ex-Boyfriend!Kang Daniel

Note: that time when i watched Junggigo’s Across the Universe mv too many times and ended up writing a scenario inspired by it of course i had to throw in my fav in there

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Mu Is Other People

Author: Yagami-Raito-Kun
For: Zenthisoror
Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, L Lawliet
Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up
Prompt: Light and L are stuck in a room representing the afterlife with no memories of each other. Together, they must piece together clues to their former lives.
Author’s notes: Your prompt gave me a very “No Exit” vibe (one of my favorite plays), so I decided to work that in there explicitly. I hope you like it!

“This room is yours, sir.”

Light stepped past the dour concierge, peering through the newly opened doorway. Like the rest of the strange hotel, the room was cramped and colorless, lacking even a window to disrupt the monotony of the walls. The carpet was a dull, pale gray, and the room was unfurnished except for three sad-looking armchairs – one of which, to Light’s surprise, was already occupied.

“You’ve made a mistake,” he said. “This isn’t mine. Someone’s already in there, look.”

“There’s no mistake. This room is yours, sir.”

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