ditch the boys

anonymous asked:

lmao henrik is trending all night and not one tarjei post from last night in sight. fuck this fandom tbh

henrik holm: talks about how much he has learned in the past year, about how he didn’t want to portray a stereotypically mentally ill person cause he knows you must show respect for the ones you portray, talks about how comfortable he was portraying an lgbt+ character together with tarjei because they trust each other completely, shows nothing but love and respect and gratefulness for the makers of the show, his co-stars AND us, the viewers

you: honestly FUCK yall for talking about henrik!!!! why dont u just admit you’re tarjeiphobic :) u monster 

my life is 1000% better when I’m listening to carly rae jepsen

Protective

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: It all starts as a way to piss off Dean…

warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)

word count: ~2500


The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.

That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank catching Dean’s eye.  You were now perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.

So what?  You didn’t necessarily like Dean that way, but it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good reason.  The feeling of jealousy and anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours. Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to take that away from you.

Yeah, you could be a selfish bitch, but whatever.

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Blue Birds

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Request by @turtlesandrainbowsCan you do a Remus lupin x reader where you and Remus are dating and he gets jealous when a handsome slytherin boy talks to you. And it leads to a hot make up session. Thank you!


As you enter the grounds, the blazing sun greets your exposed skin as a zealous breeze runs its gentle fingers through your hair. Shrieks of laughter erupt from the shores of the Great Lake as derobed students push one another into the murky depths. You yourelf had exchanged your unseasonal uniform for denim shorts and a Weird Sisters t-shirt which you’d not so surreptitiously stolen from Sirius. 

Stumbling slightly on the uneven grass, you approach the vibrant beech tree, which had unintentionally become a meeting place for you and the  ’marauders’.  The trees wizened roots toe the water’s edge as though afraid of being uprooted by the Giant Squid. 

Barely suppressed excitement bubbles in your chest at the prospect of spending time with Remus now that the O.W.L exams have concluded. Your fingers trail around the callous bark of the tree as you circle the wide berth in search of the familiar tousled head. A crestfallen expression adorns your face as you find no sign of Remus. As you settle beneath the welcoming shade the tree provides, you begin to contemplate his whereabouts. “Where on earth is he?” you mutter frustratedly after a while as you lay back against the grass in defeat. 

Your eyes follow the path of a blue bird absent-mindedly as it weaves through the rustling leaves of the Birch tree before it lands on a protruding branch. “Waiting for someone too, huh.” you say to it with a sigh. The bird ruffles its feathers as if offended and shoots off, leaving a single feather in its wake.

“Guess not then.” you grumble quietly.

“Unrequited love plaguing your heart?” a lazy, albeit mocking voice teases from above. An involuntary yelp escapes your lips as a boy materialises from nowhere upon a branch, much like the Cheshire Cat. You clamber to your feet immediately, disliking the vunerability of being at a lower height.

“Were you talking to me?” you ask him speculatively. 

“But who else? There’s no one else here as far as I’m aware. And certainly not your boyfriend in any case.” the boy a lets out a deep sounding chuckle. You observe him with a frown, your eyes lingering for a few moments on the green and silver tie hanging loosely from his neck. His raven hair falls carelessly into his stormy eyes as he turns his head to look at you. You recall vaguely seeing him in your potions class. 

“No such thing plagues me.” you reply stiffly.

“I see…so he’s playing around.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’ve just finished our last O.W.L exam, we haven’t had time to hang out-”

“You’d think he’d want to rush to celebrate that with you.” the boy says in mock-concern.

“He’s probably got to do Prefect duties.” you say resolutely.

“First stage of denial is making excuses.” he points out matter-of-factly though with the same mocking smile. 

You glare coldly at him as his evil grin widens. “What business is my relationship of yours?” 

He taps his nose with a wink before smirking once more.

“How about ditching him and I take you out instead? A Weird Sisters concert perhaps?” he offers confidently, sliding from his perch on the branch to the ground beside you. 

Before your retort can leave your lips, a strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into their side. “That won’t be necessary, see, we’ve already booked tickets.” Remus says with a distinct threatening undertone. 

“Sorry I was late love, I had to get James and Sirius out of detention.” Remus mutters softly into your ear.

You smile widely as you drink in his ruggedly handsome appearance and turn into his side. “Everything alright, I hope?” you ask 

“Their fine, the caretaker, however, not so much.” you laugh softly before realising with a start, that the Slytherin boy is still there.

“Ah, so this is the so called boyfriend.” the boy remarks with a sneer. “You’ll definitely be coming with me then, I take it?” he laughs maliciously.

The intensity of Remus’ and your glares should have surely turned him to stone, though unfortunately he remained as he was.

“I suggest you leave now, while i still have some restraint left.” Remus states with an edge to his voice, his glare steely.

The boy scoffs arrogantly in reply to his threat. “Come find me once you’ve regained your senses and ditched psycho, here.” the boy says to you with a distasteful sneer in Remus’ direction.

“Maybe once I’ve suffered a major mental injury and had several confundus charms placed upon me I might consider you to be slightly decent. But then again, even that may prove to be too difficult a feat.” you say haughtily, still angered by his arrogance. 

The boy gives one last look of loathing before turning on his heel and stalking back to the castle. Remus and you both seethe quietly for a few moments before Remus’ arms wrap themselves fully around your waist and pull you against his chest.

“You’re rather hot when you’re over protective.” you murmur, a grin making its way onto your face as you run your fingers through his tangled hair. 

“Am I now?” Remus breathes huskily by your ear, nibbling it softly. 

“Very.” you say breathlessly as his lips trace your jaw line. Your heart thuds painfully as his lips make their way tantalisingly slow towards your mouth.

Finally, his lips claim yours hungrily and you kiss back with just as much greed. “You’re mine.” Remus growls against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from escaping, as if you’d ever dream of doing so.

“Always.” you reply vehemently and tug the strands of his hair as he backs you into the tree, is hips pining you agaisnt the wall as his hands get lost in your hair.

“Woah, woah, woah. Keep it PG guys, c’mon! There’s kids here!” Sirius says from behind Remus. 

“Cover your eyes Peter!” James shouts in mock-horror.

After a few seconds, you and Remus finally break apart reluctantly.

“I get you both off detention and this is how you repay me.” Remus says flatly to Sirius and James.

“We really think you’re a bad influence on him, y/n. He doesn’t have time to do our homework anymore!” Sirius exclaims jokingly and you all laugh heartily.

“Not a bad thing for me at all.” Remus grins widely and pecks your lips.

“EVACUATE! EVACUATE THE AREA ALL THOSE WISHING TO MAINTAIN THEIR INNOCENCE!” James shouts loudly and nearby students join in with the laughter.

“Alright, alright! We’ll resume this later.” you grin cheekily at Sirius and James before kissing Remus on the cheek.

The guys all sit down by the lake as you rest your head on Remus’ lap and allow him to play with your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpse two blue birds fly into the tree above you; pecking each other with their beaks affectionately.

“I suppose you really were waiting for someone.” you whisper quietly with a grin.

“What was that love?” Remus asks.

“Nothing.” you say with a smile and interlace your fingers with his.

Off Limits

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

Request: Can you write a fic where like dean and the reader are at a bar or something finding out shit for a case and some guy/bartender starts hitting on the reader and Dean gets super defensive. Oh and it being like really fluffy, sorry I live for that shit 😂

Request: Hi, I love reading what you write and I was wondering if you’re still taking requests. If you are, can you do one where it’s Dean and the Reader and he gets SUPER defensive over the Reader to the point where if anyone hits on her he kind of hurts the guy or punches him? Thanks!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: language, lil’ bit of violence

A/N: Combined these two since they went hand in hand…


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concept: delia delivers the turner baby along with sister monica joan during the series finale. patsy comes back, trixie ditches this new boy and realises she doesn’t need a man to feel validated, barbara is happy and thriving. patsy and delia have a romantic reunion and kiss. the turners can’t stop smiling. everyone is happy. i probably cry from joy and sheer pride. no one is sad.

What the Hell? (1/???)

Originally posted by hollandoakes

A/N: This is my first imagine and it’s not the best and probs a little out of character for our friendly neighborhood vigilante but I live for the best friends fighting angst and the teenage drama so sue me

She doesn’t exactly know when her feelings for Peter Parker began or how. All (Y/N) remembers is looking at her best friend one day and liking the way he bit his lip as he worked on his geometry homework. Then she found herself staring at his lips entirely too long. She brushed it off until she found herself liking the curve of his nose and the light spray of freckles that ran across it and that the one piece of hair that was always out of place was falling in his eyes. And it kept happening with every single little detail she already knew so well but somehow never thought was special before.

(Y/N) ignored every single one of these things, writing them off as teenage angst bullshit. She’s known Peter since she was three years old; she was well aware that these feelings were bound to happen in a friendship as close as theirs but she knew she’d be able to push them to the back of her mind until she was sure they would never come about again. 

But here she was, six months later, and still feeling everything and more.

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Jaebum/Youngjae; Call it magic, call it love

Inspired by 2jae’s newest vlive and this.

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“C’mon, hyung,” Yugyeom prods, his voice coming almost whiny through the phone Youngjae is holding up to his ear. “It’s gonna be fun.”

“I’m sure,” Youngjae sighs, swatting away the green vine that’s trying to wrap itself around his wrist and hissing at it to stay still before turning towards the phone again. “I really can’t today though.”

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A Girl Called Mike - Part 1

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: About 2900

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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“You doing okay there Mike?” Dean came up asking you.

You had joined up with the Winchesters on a case, as you occasionally did, this time by accident as you both caught wind of a this one from a state news site. Ghouls it turned out to be. You couldn’t care less usually about ghouls, helped out the problem of decomposition, but when they started making snacks out of the living you had to put them back into place.

You used your ball cap to brush the dust and cobwebs off your flannel (the blood would require more intense cleaning) and placed it back atop your short haired wig that concealed your longer hair.

“Yup, I’m good.” You confirmed in your long-practiced lowered voice. You had used cigarettes at first, but after months of learning to talk with your throat, it eventually came naturally. “Except I keep wondering when it’s your turn to be the bait.” You joked.

Dean rested his hand on your shoulder as he laughed unknowing sending a wave of electricity through your body upon contact. “I suppose when you stop volunteering.”

“Reckon we better find Sam?” You suggested.

His hand left your shoulder and you resisted  the urge to reach out and grab his hand. You had played this act for so long it was second nature, but Dean Winchester was the one weakness that could unravel it all, and you hated yourself for it.

Sam found you both before you had the chance to go looking for him. “Hey, you guys okay?”

“Yeah,” the both of you responded in unison. “You?” You added rubbing at the glued on facial hair on our jawline.

“Unscratched.” Sam boasted.

“I need a beer.” You commented.

“I’m with ya.” Dean added. “Same place as last night?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “But first I need to freshen up.” You mentioned as you all made your way out of the crypt.

“Always trying to impress the ladies Mike.” Sam joked.

“Yeah, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I smell like a grave or the blood stains.” You remarked sarcastically. “I’ll meet up with you.”

“Don’t be too long, Dean thrives off the competition.” Sam said referring to the local ladies.

“I could take your ugly asses on double or nothing.” You challenged, cringing on the inside, comments like these being part of the reason you felt the need to disguise yourself.

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Spam

Hello, love bugs! 

Dan x Reader 

warnings- swears, smut

Hi I was wondering if you could make a fanfic where you fall out with Dan (who’s like away somewhere) and he’s like spam texting you and you keep ignoring him, and then he turns up at your door and um… After argument sex!! Haha thanks, ly xoxoxo -anon


“I feel smothered by you. Can I not have one night where I go out with friends and not have you check up on me every five minutes? You’re not my mother Daniel.” Your fingers were quick on your phone as you texted your reply to Dan. You and Dan hadn’t seen each other for nearly a week since he had been gone seeing his parents. Normally you would be at home waiting to see him as soon as possible but it was your best friends birthday and you never get to go out and let your hair loose. Dan didn’t have a problem with you going out with friends. His problem was the picture he saw you post on Instagram of you in a risky type of outfit. Dan doesn’t like to share and he absolutely does not like the thought of a bunch of men looking at you or trying to hit on you.

Your phone beeped back the familiar tone you set only for texts from Dan. You almost didn’t want to read it. His words were probably dripping with sarcasm and sass even if it was only in text form. “You’re right Y/N I'm not your mother but I expect you not to go out like that.” 

“I thought that it doesn't matter what a girl wears. It’s her body and her choice and I don’t need to cater to a man’s opinion.’ Thankfully you were still in the cab going to the club with your friends. You may just go and give him a piece of your mind in person if you weren't already on your way to the party. This was the only thing Dan and yourself ever really fought about. He trusted you with his life. Dan’s problem was trusting everyone else. 

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Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood
AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing.
Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.


“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death.
“Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed.
“What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand.
I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me…
This one’s on me. I’ll fix it.
“She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine.
“We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door.
“Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell.
“You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
“This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand.
“You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder.
“You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary.
“YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit.
“Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further.
“The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question.
“We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up.

“What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it.
“I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room.
“He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years.
Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard.
The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one.
“Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again.
“Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me.
“YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most.
Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction.
“I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together.
This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts… It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes.
“Family.”

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se7enteen-kun  asked:

Hellooooooo!!!!! I just went through your entire and I am bursting with feels!!!!!!! I especially love your doctor! svt i am SOFT hnnnggg I am a psychology graduate so when I saw psychiatrist! Jun I was like "OHMYGOD ASJDVNDJCKWNR" *breathes* anyways can you please do a psychiatrist! Jun???? PLS PLS PLS 💖💖 thank you in advance!!!! 😚😚😚

jgkgfjk thats so cute !!! ur made for each other lmao:~) and of course, here u are❣❣❣

  • just for the purpose of this imagine, u are an emotional drunk who, one day, ends up sitting outside a club just quietly sobbing to urself
  • eventually u get fed up of bawling over being forever alone and as u go to stand u lose ur balance and are about to get a mouthful of concrete
  • but then someone grabs ur arm and steadies u
  • u look up and the most good looking guy who’s ever graced this earth is standing there
  • he just says “oops. careful” before sitting u back down and joining u on the kerb
  • then he kinda slurs “i’ve been watching u crying for the past 20 minutes. that’s impressive”
  • u don’t reply and just kind of weakly hit him in the arm
  • then he says “luckily for u, i’m a psychiatrist major”
  • u glare at him thinking he’s just trying to be funny so he says “look, i’ll show u”
  • then he clears his throat and puts on this formal voice and asks: “so what brings u here??”
  • u reply “i’m lonely and life is hard and no one would dance with me”
  • “how does that make u feel??”
  • u sniff and mumble: “sad”
  • “what makes the sadness better??”
  • “alcohol. chocolate. box sets”
  • “if u could wave a magic wand and make anything better, what would it be??”
  • u think for a few moments and say “a boyfriend maybe”
  • ur little drunk counselling session session continues for an hour or two and u basically end up telling him ur entire life story
  • .. although u wouldn’t actually be able to remember this all the next morning or even on the taxi ride home (which ur new friend kindly escorted u to and paid for)
  • u completely forget all about it until a few days later one of ur friends asks who the hot guy who shoved u into a cab was
  • and even then u can’t recall 75% of ur conversation
  • then when ur waiting for ur bus that week, the person lingering next to u peeks over ur shoulder at ur phone and goes “oh, so is that the best friend who constantly ditches u for her fuck-boy acquaintance??”
  • and u just feel ur body go cold
  • u look to ur left and there in all his glory stands ur kerb crying buddy with the most effortlessly beautiful grin on his face
  • u immediately flush a shade of pink and hide ur phone and say “can u like. forget the entire conversation we had please”
  • he just smirks and replies “u owe me £190 for a 2 hour session. plus the taxi ride home”
  • u start panicking like what the hell i did not sign up for this and contemplate just running away but he reads ur expression and coolly says “it’s okay if u don’t have the money. i like coffee. and i’m free every day after work from 4″
  • and u realise he’s offering to go on multiple dates with u
  • ur still kind of shell shocked so he slips ur phone out ur hand and adds in his number before waving goodbye as his bus arrives
  • purely out of boredom u end up texting him later that day and accidentally arrange a coffee date
  • these coffee dates become a regular occurrence consisting of “ur-very-generous-and-caring-and-handsome-psychiatrist-dr-wen junhui-but-u-can-call-me-jun” asking about ur day and how everything is going
  • and at the start ur kind of hesitant to spill, if not mildly suspicious as to why a random stranger would actually want to listen to u
  • initially ur just the one venting
  • and ur actually pleasantly surprised that he actually seems be attentive
  • he’ll sit there looking completely emerged in everything ur saying and nodding thoughtfully and generally seeming genuinely interested even when ur talking about something irrelevant like the fact that ur neighbour’s cat is obsessed with yelling at ur door as ur trying to sleep or how ur friends never notice when u cut ur hair
  • u feel so grateful for him for his little sessions that u try asking him things in return
  • and then, gradually, u seem to get to know each other more and more
  • eventually they’re not rly ‘therapy sessions’ but more like .. actual coffee dates
  • he starts walking u home or lending u his umbrella if it rains or just subtle things that make ur heart go !!! when u think about it
  • he’ll always give u his jacket even when it’s not cold just bc he thinks u look cute wearing it and loves taking adorable candids of u
  • each time u get up to pay he’ll spam ur phone with selfies and act innocent when u return
  • at the same time he will change his contact name in ur phone to something new every day. it can be anything from “wen junWOW” to “bad a$$” to “mengnan” [hunk in chinese]
  • after a few weeks u calculate that you should’ve paid off ur ‘debt’ or whatever, meaning u presume jun wouldn’t want to continue seeing u
  • but when u bring it up one day on the way home he gives u this smirk and says “then i guess i’ll have to start paying for coffee in the future”
  • ur kind of confused so ask “do u treat all ur patients like this?? like .. do u flirt with all of them??”
  • he’s clearly taken aback but quickly recollects himself and smoothly says: “but ur not a patient. ur my date”
  • he disappears before u can even question what he just said
  • that night u can’t stop thinking about what he said
  • like. ur dating. he’s ur date. ur his date.
  • and it’s been so obvious all along but ????? u begin to over-analyse every single time he’s smiled at u in a certain way or looked at ur lips as ur talking or smirked when u accidentally brush hands or aaAaaAAAaA
  • u end up calling him at like 1am and as soon as he picks up u just start gushing like “WHEN U SAY IM UR DATE DO U MEAN LIKE U ACTUALLY LIKE ME OR LIKE U JUST KIND OF LIKE ME OR DO U LOVE ME OR JUST THINK OF ME AS A FRIEND OR DO U LOVE ME AS A FRIEND OR LIKE ME AS A FRIEND OR WHAT DO YOU MEAN
  • he takes a few moments to process what ur yelling about, then in this deep groggy i-just-woke-up-why-the-hell-are-you-screaming-at-me-voice he says “okay wait. i’ll come over”
  • so he turns up to ur front door wearing pajamas and this massive hoodie ,,, basically the definition of a hot mess
  • u let him in and he leans against the wall of ur hallway with his hands in his pockets and begins the conversation by saying “do u realise i’m always 100% professional with clients and would never usually try to console a drunk crying on a kerb, whilst being drunk??”
  • u kind of vacantly nod
  • ur trying to pay attention but u can’t stop thinking about how amazingly boyfriend-like he looks standing there
  • then he explains “to tell the truth, i was going to try and hit on u bc u were cute, but when i realised you’d been crying for ages i thought i’d try and help”
  • then “the whole coffee date thing was an excuse to get to sit and watch u talk about ur life bc i thought it would be the only way i’d be able to see u again. and i think every time i saw u i realised i liked u more and more and then i realised it might actually be love and-”
  • then he stops and rakes a hand through his hair and says “the first night i met u, u said u were lonely. i realised that even though i help all these people, i felt as lonely as u, and that being with u made the loneliness go away. i wanted to make u happy. i mean .. u said u wanted a boyfriend and .. here i am”
  • u grin and go “so basically ur asking me to be ur girlfriend”
  • teasingly he shrugs
  • so, in order to give him ur answer u lean forward and give him this light kiss on the lips, then he puts a hand through u hair and pulls u in and really starts kissing u
  • .. so much so that as u pull away to catch ur breath he murmurs “so is that a yes??”
  • to which u just smile and wrap ur hands around his waist and go “what do u think dr wen junwow”

Beca’s Fanfic Appreciation Post: Here I can share with you all the fics I read along the week.

Drabbles

Imagines

One Shots

Series

Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it will be a pleasure to know more writers and add you to my appreciation list. You can tag me in any fic (Reader insert, it needs to be reader insert!!!!), just don’t tag me in OFC or Male Reader.

Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos)

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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