for some reason i find it very cute that they were planning to watch pillow talk

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?”
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?”
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.”
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.”
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.”
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.”
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.”
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own*

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Sing For You // Hong Jisoo

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the prompts: (1) whenever I think of joshua i get this “boy next door” feel. but maybe have it where joshua or the reader has just moved to the neighborhood and the reader hears joshua play the guitar near his bedroom window and he starts to notice her and play songs that convey his feelings for her. (2) personally i would love a joshua scenario with a flirty josh and oblivious reader cuz!!!! why not!!!

words: 3834

category: fluff

author note: he’s not that flirty in this like maybe a subtle flirt. anyway this is for my older sister, for her graduation gift. I’m proud of you, you loser, and I hope you like this scenario. (good luck choosing between joshua and yuta now muahaha)

- destinee

Originally posted by dinochans

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When you and your family moved into that ugly green two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, you assumed there would be no one your age to hang out with. It was the summer after you graduated high school, and you were pleased to spend it leisurely, doing nothing but catching up on the latest Netflix series available. You would start working as soon as the summer was over, and so your goal was to spend as much time as you could enjoying being lazy.

The bedroom you chose was at the end of the hall on the second floor, far away from your parents’ room. There, you could watch Netflix on your laptop day after day, without a care in the world at who was outside (or inside) of your house.

Your mother was sociable, and always on the prowl for new friends she could chat with. That’s how she found Mrs. Hong, who conveniently lived next door along with her son, Joshua.

To say Joshua Hong was cute would have to be the understatement of the century, since he was downright princely in every sense of the word. Luckily, his bedroom seemed to be right across the yard from yours, so you were able to see him from time to time whenever he opened his curtains. He never seemed to notice you when he sat on his window seat to play his guitar. Sometimes, he would crack open his window and you could hear the experimental twang of the strings as he learned new melodies and songs. That wasn’t very often, though.

Usually, Joshua had friends over, and they would play in the in-ground pool in his backyard. You found out he had handsome friends too, and lots of them. Sometimes they picked him up in a beaten up old van. It obviously didn’t fit thirteen boys, so you always watched in amusement as Joshua would squish into the trunk with a few other boys. They were a wild bunch, and loud. They were the soul reason you bought noise-canceling headphones.

Some days, when you didn’t feel like Netflix or the internet, you would watch Joshua and his friends hang out, since it was rather comical to see them playing around. Especially when they had sleepovers at Joshua’s place. Apparently they were fans of truth or dare, unless Joshua really did have a boyfriend named Yoon Jeonghan, as he had shouted out for the neighborhood to hear one night. That was the first time you ever heard him speak, funnily enough. His voice was soft.

Soon, Netflix became boring to you as July found it’s way into the year. You found yourself at your window seat more often than not, watching Joshua as he fiddled with his guitar. He was quieter alone, away from the the hustle and bustle that his friends offered. With his and your windows cracked open, you could hear his gentle voice as he sang a familiar song. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop as you leaned against the window pane. Joshua’s soft voice sang you to sleep that night.

-

She is the sweetest thing that I know…“ Joshua sang, ”you should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every—dang it!”

He exhaled in frustration as he once again messed up the simplest of chords. Where there was a D, he had played a C. He had never messed up something like guitar chords. He could play a song by ear if he wanted to, as he had been playing since he was in middle school.

He blamed you. Ever since you had moved in a few months ago and he saw you going out to collect mail, his mind hadn’t been the same. He found it cute how you would give the mailman a wide smile whenever he brought a package for you. Often times he didn’t even have to wonder very long what it was that you were so happy to receive, as you would open the package right there in the front yard. He got to see your interests, which mostly consisted of miscellaneous fandom merch or something even stranger like a box of food from who knows where. Although once, you received a tin of cookies and Joshua had considered introducing himself right there just to take a few of those chocolate chip treats home with him.

The point was, Joshua found you rather interesting and pretty, but he was too shy to actually strike up a conversation with you. His mother told him a lot about you, because according to your mother you were always watching Netflix shows or making strange conditions in the kitchen.

Joshua had the developing desire to keep learning about you. He wanted to know more about you, outside of your mother’s opinions and his observant assumptions. However, he wasn’t very outspoken when it came to girls. In fact, he barely even talked to them in high school. Even now, in college as a struggling music major, he didn’t really talk to girls. He was too shy and uninterested. He had his entire life to find someone that made his heart race. For now, he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Your moving right across from him sort of wrecked that plan, however, as now he found his heart racing every time he saw you outside.

As he repositioned his fingers to play the song again, he glanced out the window, towards your house. His curiosity for you was quenched when he realized your window was right across from him, and you were sleeping against the partly-open windowpane. He quirked a smile at your sleeping form.

Had you heard him singing? The thought flustered him, as he wasn’t sure he sounded good. Sometimes he just fooled around on his instrument, and it probably sounded stupid. He wondered how many times you had heard him singing his heart out to Ed Sheeran songs. Then, he cringed as he remembered his favorite activity to do when he felt bored was to freestyle his own raps for whatever reason. Perhaps you would find them funny. That would be a plus, right?

Whatever you had heard, Joshua was going to make sure you heard only the best songs from him. From then on, he kept a mental note that you could be listening to his songs.

-

You were awoken bright and early the next morning, to the usual legion of boys shouting and yelling.

Did they not know it was morning?

Splashing was quickly heard along with loud voices, so you sat up begrudgingly and looked at your phone. You groaned, Who went swimming at the crack of dawn, anyway?

They were disrupting your precious sleep, and so it was only logical that you would disrupt their precious fun. As desperate times call for desperate measures, you got out of your bed and grabbed the Nerf gun that lay in the messy underside of your bed. After finding a spare dart laying around, you crept over to your window seat and hid behind the decorative throw pillows you had set on the cushions. You pushed open your window and aimed for the first boy you saw near the pool: a tall, dark boy busy slathering sunscreen on his shoulders. You pulled the trigger and grinned as your target met it’s mark.

“Ow! Wh—” he turned around quickly, and locked eyes with you.

You squealed in alarm and ducked behind your cushions.

“Joshua! Your neighbor just shot me with a Nerf gun!”

“Really?“

You peaked your head over your throw pillow and watched as Joshua pushed himself out of his pool and walked closer to your house, his brows furrowed as he looked at your window. Then, he opened his mouth without a sort of Aha! expression. “It’s really early. My mom told me her parents were on a trip so I just assumed she was with them. We should keep quiet.”

You sighed in relief as all the boys seemingly agreed and got out to get some sun instead.

If you were honest, you might have watched the shirtless boys tan for just a bit longer before returning to your bed.

-

Cause I know that I let you down, but is it to late to say I’m sorry now?“ Joshua strummed his guitar rather recklessly to the Justin Bieber song.

His thoughts were that if he couldn’t speak to you, then he could very well sing to you. At least from his bedroom. He still felt guilty for waking you up on a Saturday at six in the morning. So he thought of the only semi-apologetic song he knew the chords to. If that was Justin Bieber, it would have to do.

He could see you even now, with your head against the windowpane, listening to him. You seemed to be listening casually as you scrolled on your phone, occasionally stopping to double-tap. When he stopped singing and playing, he chuckled softly because you had peeked up and looked over to his window, wondering why his voice had cut off abruptly. He quickly put his head down and waited until you went back to your phone before he looked at you again.

Was there a sort of unspoken communication between you two? He would sing and you would just listen along?

Joshua bit his lip in thought as he mindlessly strummed random chords. Maybe he could sing for you every night.

Before he could begin another song, his mother called him to help her make dinner.

“Coming!”

He went downstairs into the kitchen, where his mother was busy tossing a salad. “Can you cook and cut the chicken for me?”

“Of course,” Joshua said, moving over to the fridge to grab the chicken.

“What happened this morning?” Mrs. Hong asked as they both worked together. “I was drinking my morning coffee, listening to you guys play in the pool and then all of a sudden all the noise just stopped.”

“Oh, well apparently Y/n didn’t go with her parents on that trip, and we woke her up. She shot Mingyu with a Nerf gun to let us know that we were being too loud.”

Mrs. Hong giggled and shook her head fondly. “Maybe you should invite her over. She might be lonely during dinner.”

Joshua groaned and turned to narrow his eyes at his mother, “Are you trying to set me up?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Mrs. Hong shrugged her shoulders coyly, “but it would be nice for her to come over and you two to meet properly.”

“I don’t know…” Joshua mumbled, his ears turning pink at the thought that his mom might embarrass him before he got to even properly talk with you.

Mrs. Hong rolled her eyes. “I won’t bring out the baby pictures, just go and invite her over before she starts microwaving pizza pockets or something.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Joshua sighed, making his way out the back door.

The walk from his house to yours felt rather slow for him. Especially since his legs seemed like lead, and his feet were dragging with anxiety as he thought of seeing you face to face.

He stood in front of your pea-green home and lifted his fist, knocking on the creaky screen door.

He heard quick footsteps from inside, and then the door was swung open. It was you, with a bright smile on your face until you saw him. Your smile quickly turned down in disappointment. “Oh. I thought you were the delivery man with my clothes.”

Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Ah… Sorry. I’m Joshua Hong from next door.”

“I know who you are,” you said sweetly. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah. Um, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us? Since your parents are out and everything.”

“Oh!” You looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m going out on a date with this guy from the mall. I don’t have his number to cancel or anything.”

“Don’t cancel!” Joshua said hastily, ignoring the frantic and nervous beating of his heart as he thought of you going on a date with someone else. “If you’re going on a date then go! Have fun,” he laughed awkwardly and turned on his heel, marching down the stairs towards his home.

He walked into the kitchen, his stomach turning as he saw his mother’s hopefully face. “Is she coming?”

“No,” Joshua sighed, going to take the chicken out of the oven. “She has a date.”

The two of them agreed not to talk about you any longer, as Mrs. Hong could sense the melancholic tone in her son’s voice. He was a bit hurt, but he wouldn’t mention it as he sat down to eat with his mother.

The two of them sat down and prayed before digging into their light dinner, easy conversation distracting Joshua from his worry about where you might be going and what you might be doing on your date.

The loud honking of a car suddenly jolted the two. Poor Joshua had been drinking water as it happened, and so he accidentally spilt some of it down his thin t-shirt.

“Go see what that is,” Mrs. Hong told him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry that there might’ve been an accident in their neighborhood.

Joshua obeyed and walked over to the window over the sink, dabbing his shirt with a paper towel as he did so. He peered out the window to see a sleek black car in your yard, honking. Suddenly your door opened and you came outside, your hair flying behind you as you ran over to the car.

“It’s her date,” Joshua informed his mom, “He didn’t even ring the doorbell.”

Mrs. Hong rushed over and tutted, shaking her head. “Where’d she pick him up?”

“The mall,” Joshua said spitefully. “What guy picks up girls at the mall anyway?”

Mrs. Hong patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go call it a night?”

“M'kay,” Joshua said softly. “Thanks Mom.”

-

You returned home later and tossed your bag onto your bed. You plopped into your window seat and sighed. Your date had been a jerk, and after flirting with the waitress, he had made you pay for the entire meal (which wasn’t any MacDonald’s by the way). After that, he tried to initiate a make out session in the front seat of his car, to which you politely declined.

You opened your window slightly, hoping to hear some of Joshua’s singing. You wished you had just stood the jerk up and stayed with Joshua and his mom. You were sure that dinner would’ve reaped more benefits than the one you had been on.

You heard the sweet melodies of a Shawn Mendes song, followed by Joshua’s soft voice. ”‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman…

You suddenly looked up and met Joshua’s gaze for a second before he finally looked away, still singing.

Had he played that song for you? Did he know that it was a botched date or was the song just a coincidence?

Either way, you grabbed a blanket and curled up in your window seat, letting Joshua’s voice lull you to sleep.

-

The next few weeks were rather quiet, save for Joshua’s nightly songs. Each night was a different love song, and you liked to listen to them as you feel asleep, imagining he was singing to you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t ever talked, but the words were nothing more than greetings from him, and occasionally his friends, when they saw you outside.

Your parents had returned, yet they were still put most of the time, working. You spent the morning cleaning up the house, and had finished well before noon. Out of boredom, you decided to make cookies.

After a few hours, you were surrounded by cookies and cookie dough, your music blaring loudly with whatever random Spotify playlist you had chosen. In your excitement, you hadn’t realized that you had made literally fifteen dozen chocolate chip cookies, and there was no way to eat them all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling and hollering outside. The boys! You could give them each a dozen to take home and you’d still have two dozen left.

With that decided, you put the cookies in individual ziplock bags and stuffed them all in one of your mother’s oversized grocery bags. You turned off your phone and pocketed it before leaving the house.

The boys were all near the pool again, as they had been since the early morning when you started your chores. With a few steps, you were outside the pool gate, opening the latch and letting yourself into what looked to be an intense chicken-fight competition. There were nine boys standing at the pool edge with their backs to you. They hadn’t noticed your presence, as they were too busy cheering on the four boys in the pool. You snuck beside one of them to see Joshua sitting on the shoulders of the boy you had shot with a Nerf gun just a couple of month ago. His hands were linked with another boy’s, and they both were straining to push the other off.

In the excitement of the other boys’ cheering, you played along. “Go Joshua! Take him down!”

Joshua froze at your voice, allowing the other boy to shove him into the water. Each of the boys turned to look at you, and the one in the pool was the first to speak, “It’s Nerf girl!”

Joshua resurfaced and pushed his bangs off his forehead. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Joshua,” you said with an awkward wave.

The boy you had shot spoke again, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of the punishment, Shua. Jeonghan won so he gets to flick your forehead.”

All of the boys agreed, and so Joshua and the other three boys pushed themselves out of the pool. Joshua walked over to the towels and quickly wrapped one around his shoulders before making his way towards you. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged and held up the bag. “I made too many cookie so I thought I would share. There’s a bag for each of you.”

Suddenly, Joshua’s punishment was forgotten as each of the boys scrambled to get their bag of cookies. They each thanked you, but you could hardly reply after seeing their handsome faces up close. When there was only one bag left, you pulled it out and handed it to Joshua with a soft smile. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Do you want to come swimming?”

The thought of Joshua seeing you in your swimsuit made you blush, but it was hot outside and you were bored. “Sure. Let me go get my swimsuit.”

-

Joshua thought his ears were going to absolutely burn from the heat that crept up them. Your bathing suit made you look even more stunning, and Joshua was finding it hard not to stare as you smiled and laughed with the other boys. Everyone was taking a break to eat their cookies, which were no longer separated by dozens, but instead passed around and mixed up until nearly all of them were gone by you and the thirteen hungry boys.

“So, what’s it like living next to our Joshua?” Jeonghan asked you with a smirk as he leaned back into the lawn chair.

Joshua groaned, a cookie in his hand. “Guys… don’t bother her.”

“It’s okay,” you answered Jeonghan, ignoring Joshua’s pleas. “When you guys aren’t waking me up, that is. Actually, when you guys aren’t over at all, it’s quite pleasant.”

Jeonghan rose his eyebrows, “Hear that, Shua? She likes it when you’re the only one home.”

“That’s not what she meant—” Joshua started, but he was quickly cut off by all the boys’ suggestive cooing.

“Leave him alone,” you said, your own cheeks aflame.

Joshua found it endearing that you were sticking up for him. In fact, as the day progressed, and he talked more with you, he felt absolutely enamored with you to the point where he wasn’t sure he could hold it in any longer.

-

After you showered and cleansed all of the chlorine off of your body, you made your way to the window seat. As you dried your hair with a towel, you listened for Joshua’s song through your cracked window, ”Leave this blue neighborhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh, and it drives me wild. ‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, it drives me wild. You’re driving me wild, wild, wild…

The thought that he could be singing to you crossed your mind yet again, and before you could stop yourself, you pushed open your window and hung your head out. "Hey, Joshua!”

Having been staring at his guitar, he jumped when you called his name. The song stopped abruptly, and Joshua turned to see your head out of your window. “Yeah?”

You sent him a smile, “Can I ask you something?”

Joshua opened his own window all the way so he could hear you better. As he retuned his guitar to keep his nervous fingers occupied, he replied, “Shoot.”

“Are you playing those songs for me, or is it just a coincidence?”

Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized that you had caught on to his act. He cleared his throat, “A–Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

As he played his new song, he heard your laugh as it echoed across the way. “Joshua, stop! I wanna talk to you!”

Reluctantly, Joshua did stop. “Yeah. Okay, well, I guess I like you but I didn’t actually know how to convey it. I was sort of hoping my songs would charm you into liking me too.”

You smiled brightly, “Oh, they did. Especially those freestyle raps you sang about how much you wanted tacos.”

Joshua laughed nervously. “You heard that?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “It was cute, though.”

Joshua stared at your confident smile for another moment before biting his lip. “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

“I would love to, as long as you’ll keep singing for me. I expect a rap about how much you enjoyed our date as well.”

“You got it,” Joshua said. “Any requests before I head in for the night?”

You hummed in thought before replying, “How about Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis?”

Joshua’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh. That’s a good one. Okay. Right. Cool. Let’s go.”

He began to sing, and once again you curled into your window seat, listening to his soft voice conveying not only your feelings, but his own as well.

~the end~

Crushin’ on you ♡ Grayson

Summary: Grayson and you spend the night in the trailer of his car, talking about your future and also do some other things…

Word count: 2.567

A/N: Hello beautfiul people… I’m back!! I haven’t been very active so I hope this long imagine will make up for it ;) I really did my best on this one, so I hope you’ll like it. For some reason I always end my imagines smutty, it’s just a thing that happens lmao. It’s based of a request someone messaged me and inspired by Moonlight by the queen; Ariana Grande.

The sun is setting
And you’re right here by my side
And the movie is playing
But we won’t be watching tonight…

Your eyes were trained on the television as you were about to watch your favourite movie for at least the one hundredth time. And although you were obsessed with it, your mind wasn’t able to focus on what was on the screen for some reason. It was the first time this month that Grayson and you had the whole night for you alone, which made tonight a special night.

He was done with work and so were you, so you decided to put your phones away for this whole evening and do something relaxing; like staying in to watch a movie. No one could do you any harm.

But secretly all you really wanted was to have a conversation with your boyfriend; about his day, how he was doing, his plans for the week… Which was the opposite of what you were doing right now; wasting time with watching something as silly as movie… and one you had seen too many times already.

It was as if Grayson was exactly thinking the same; he quickly turned his head that was laying on your shoulder and locked eyes with you. Your faces were only a few inches apart, your noses on the edge of touching.

You whimpered when his sweet breath hit your face. The urge to kiss him was huge, but he looked like he was going to say something so you tried to ignore it.

‘Y/N, what are we even doing? Let’s get out of here,’ he spoke softly. You nodded and Grayson grabbed your hands, lifting you off the couch. You giggled quietly as you willingly let Grayson lead you to the door, outside, and together you walked to the place where he parked his car.

Every look, every touch
Makes me want to give you my heart
I’d be crushin on you baby
Stay the way you are

Right when you stepped into Grayson’s car and he took his place right next to you and started the engine, you knew exactly where you would be heading. It was an enormous relief to escape the buzzing city for a while, away from all the people and never ending noises.

Grayson’s right hand was placed on your thigh and his other one was on the wheel, while he was softly humming along a song you didn’t know. Simply at moments like these, where he was casually driving his car and his eyes were focused on the road, you couldn’t help but ask yourself how you were so lucky to have a man like this at your side.

Before you could stop yourself, your mind was started going places they hadn’t been in a long time. You recalled the times Grayson and you had done other things than just driving in his car… Yes, although he had gotten this car very recent, the amount of times you had made love in in here was almost embarrassing.  

You could remember so well how he sweetly asked you to try it, just for once. Little did you know it would become on of your favourite places to have some sexy time with him.

Your cheeks heat up at the thought of climbing on Grayson’s lap the other night. As he quickly tried to remove your clothes his lips were on every inch of your neck - it wasn’t the most clever idea to combine those two tasks.

The first time had been absolutely amazing, even though you had probably laughed more than you ever had that night. After a few times you had gotten the hand of it and it wasn’t so clumsy anymore.

But still, you thought often about that first night and how the rain tapped against the windows, making you feel like you were the last two people on this planet. And after that night… Well, Grayson had asked you to marry him. And how in the world could you say no to that offer?

'We’re here.’ Grayson’s words shook you awake from all the thoughts that were going on inside your head. He patted your thigh gently and smiled at you before he got out of the car.

You get out as well and deeply breathe in the fresh air of nature, walking to the back of his car. The night was still young, but during the twenty minute drive it had already gotten dark outside.

There was only some light coming from the sky above; the stars and the moon were guarding over you. Grayson was already in the trailer of the car, preparing the tiny place and making it comfortable with blankets and pillows. The focused look and furrowed brows made him even more attractive than he already was.

It was so cute to watch him trying to make everything perfect. You had probably been standing next to the trailer and watching Grayson’s every move, because suddenly he looks at you, his forehead furrowed in worry now.

'Everything okay, babe?’ You blink your eyes to focus your sight before you grab his warm, welcoming hand. 'Yeah, I’m fine.’

It wasn’t at all windy or cold tonight. It actually had been pretty hot today and the warmth was still hanging underneath the trees and a few clouds. You try to get in the trailer but surprise-surprise: the railing was too high. Grayson chuckles in amusement, finding it sweet how you’re always too small to do things like this.

'Wait.’ He moves his hands and places them underneath your armpits. Before you can register what’s happening Grayson lifts you effortlessly over the railing. It takes two seconds before you feel solid ground again and stand right next to him.

'There you go,’ Grayson says and he leans in for a quick kiss on your nose. He smiles at you in awe when you settle yourself between the soft pillows and kick of your shoes. 'What are you looking at? It’s more comfy down here,’ you giggle, looking up to him. Grayson looks at you in admiration and wonders how in the world he ever got so lucky.

He kicks off his shoes as well before he settles himself next to you. You put your legs right on top of his and press your cheek against his chest. 'Hm…’ The steady rythm of his heart set you in a relaxing mood, and after a while you were fighting to keep your sleepy eyes open.

A pleasant tingle goes along your spine and you shiver, a feeling of joy and happiness filling you all up. 'Are you cold?’ Grayson asks caringly, unable to hide the worried tone in his voice. 'Not really,’ you answer.

Of course Grayson knew you longer than today and he quickly spread a fuzzy blanket over your bodies. You wrap your arms around his big torso, feeling like you hadn’t a care in the world. Grayson kisses the top of your head while he runs his fingers up and down your arms.

'Cause I never knew, I never knew
You cold hold moonligt in your hands
'Til the night I held you
You’re my moonlight
Moonlight

It could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. You had lost complete track of time and you had honestly no idea how much time had passed since Grayson and you laid in the trailer of the car, cuddling and watching the stars.

It had been quiet for most of the time. You often had these kind of silences but they weren’t awkward at all, which is the first thing that comes to your mind if you think about silences.

You were just laying together, enjoying each others company and the quiet sounds of birds and the leaves of the trees that were brushing against each other. But, eventually, Grayson breaks the silence, and the deepness of your voice made you shudder lightly.

'Are you okay, Y/N?’ At first you don’t recognise the seriousness in his voice or which situation he is referring to. You prop yourself up to your elbows to look at his beautiful face, to see if maybe he was tired and was starting to talk nonsense; which he often did if it was late at night and he just had a long day of work.

But his face was dead serious. 'What do you mean?’ You ask, confusion written over your face. 'I mean, are you okay-okay? Are you… happy?’ He asks. You could see something in his eyes that you couldn’t put your finger on. Wait, was he… nervous? You grab his soft hand and gently kiss his fingertips.

I kiss his fingertips
As I’m wishing he’s all mine
He’s giving me Elvis
With some James Dean in his eyes

'Baby… of course I’m happy! I am going to marry the most kind and beautiful man that’s walking on this earth, how could I not be happy?’ You respond in a quiet voice, lightly squeezing his hand. You study his face, noticing he looked like you had calmed down his nerves. He sighs.

'Good… I thought - I don’t know… Maybe you had second thoughts about marrying me or something…’ he trails off, looking you directly in your eyes. You close your eyes and can’t help but grin a little, not believing what he just said. 'Gray, please. Sometimes you are so insecure when there is absolutely no reason for it.’

After you had said that, you go lay back and plant your head on his bicep. Hmm, that was even better than an actual pillow. Time passes again and you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

'So, how many kids do you want? I was thinking maybe four…’ Grayson asks, the tone of his voice emotionless. You are immediately wide awake and go sit straight up. 'Excuse me?!’ you squeel in disbelief, but your eyes adjust to the darkness and you see Grayson smirk from ear to ear.

'I was thinking one, maaaybe two,’ you say. Grayson sweetly patted your back. 'I was just teasing you, baby.’ 'I know,’ you laughed it off. 'So, how many dogs do you want?’ Grayson asks, making a game out of it. (Let’s pretend he isn’t allergic) He goes sit up straight as well and you relax again, realizing what he was doing.

'Ehm… two? Maybe three?’ He nods in agreement. 'Sounds fair.’ 'My turn. In what kind of house would you like to live?’ Grayson pouted his lips, taking a moment to think about that. 'I want to live somewhere were you feel home. To be honest, I feel at home when I’m with you, so I don’t really care in what kind of house. If I’m with you I’m happy.’

Your heart flutters at his words. Although it was a little cliché, you had to admit that what he was saying was adorable. 'You’re so cheesy,’ you murmer and push his arm playfully. 'I know. But you love it,’ Grayson says, quickly grabbing the wrist of the arm that pushed him before you can pull away.

He looks at you and you look back at him, your heart suddenly beating ten times faster. 'I bet you aren’t as strong as you look,’ you dare him, glancing at his big arms and hands. He raises one eyebrow, his lips curling into an amusing smile.

'Oh no?’ He whispers. Before you can say something Grayson grabs both of your arms tightly, turns you around so you get to lay on your back and he places himself between your legs. You both know your bodies were tangled in a familiar position.

His mouth was dangerously close to yours, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to kiss him right away. His heavy breathing against your lips made him almost irresistible, but somehow you could resist the burning urge.

'I bet you can’t get up as long as I’m holding down,’ he whispers. Of course he was right, but you still try to squirm away…and fail. You could feel the sexual tension rise between the two of you. But you weren’t going to be the first one to give in. He was.

'I bet you want to kiss me really bad right now,’ you whisper, taking it a step further. You seductively lick your dried up lips. Or at least making an attempt to make it look sexy.

'I bet…’ Grayson starts, but pauses for a dramatic effect. Or he ran out of ideas and had to think of something real quick. His eyes trail challengingly up and down your body. 'I bet… I can make you come at least two times… tonight.’

He looked at you hungrily as your stomach flipped. Your mouth drops and you raise your eyebrows. Was he saying that he wanted to have sex… right here? Grayson was a determined man if it came to orgasms and make you get the most pleasure as possible. 'W-What?’ You eventually say when you’re able to speak again.

Your voice sounded weird; small and unsteady. You were thanking the stars he couldn’t see your red cheeks or that he saw that you were complete putty in his hands. Grayson smirked.

'You heard me,’ his rough voice was filled with lust and even in the position you were in right now you could feel your knees go weak. You swallow the rock in your throat. Grayson was only wearing some boxershorts and loose sweatpants, which was the reason you could feel his growing member in his shorts, stroking against your core.

'I bet you can’t,’ you whisper softly, afraid your voice would crack if you spoke out loud. You were trying to act like he wasn’t affecting you in any way. 'Oh, baby… I know I can,’ Grayson says cocky, eyes going even darker than they already were.

He chuckles one last time before he kisses you hungrily, parting your lips with his. He quickly made his way to your neck, kissing and sucking gently while his fingers were crawling underneath your shirt. You look up to the stars as a long, loud moan escapes your mouth.

Puts his lips on my neck
Makes me want to give him my body
I’d be fallen for you baby
But I just can’t stop

It wasn’t long before you had ripped each others clothes off and his lips were on every inch of your now naked body. It took a minute before you realize this was the first time ever Grayson was making love to you in the trailer of his car… but you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time, that was certain.

After all it had been a very, very wonderful night. No, you would never forget this night and the way Grayson was calling your name as you twitched under his warm, muscly body. Of course Grayson had won the bet and you had lost… oh, what a shame.

But one thing that really touched your heart was something Grayson said the next morning, after you had spend the night in the trailer. Your naked bodies were pressed to each other as you watched the sunrise.

'Baby, I don’t know a lot about the future and what is yet to come, but there is something that I do know… And that is that I want to spend the rest of it with you.’

Sweet like candy
But he’s such a man
He knows just what he does
When he’s holding me tight
And he calls me “moonlight” too…


Ease - Part 7

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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The next few days you spend in bed, battling a flu that appeared after you walked home in the rain, following the night at the spring market. It was the weekend, so no lectures meant that you hardly left your room, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates were being noticeably sweet, bringing you porridge and damp towels to calm your fever. However, despite still feeling the germs marching up and down your throat, part of the reason why you didn’t seem to be getting any better was the head space you’d put yourself in. There was only one thing you could think of, or one person, for that matter.

All you wanted was for Taehyung to be happy. Although Yeji was still the light of his life, there was a great sense of foreboding about the future. Surely Yeji’s conscience must be heavy with guilt by now? When was she planning on breaking up with him? If only I had told Taehyung that I liked him, all of this could’ve been avoided, you thought, mentally hitting yourself for not taking the chance when he was still single. As well as this, you were conflicted as to whether to tell Taehyung what Jimin had told you. After all, that’s what best friends do. They look out for each other. It may lessen the guilt for you, not hiding yet another secret from him, but in the process, Taehyung would be shattered. You barely remember the Taehyung that didn’t have a crush on Yeji, so it wouldn’t it be cruel to tell him that his love was unrequited?

Asking Jimin to help was out of the question. True, it was his big mouth that got everyone into this mess, but he clearly still had larger problems of his own that you didn’t want to interfere with. He shouldn’t have said it, granted, but Yeji was the one who took it to heart and went too far. Love was bitter, and left no survivors.

Rolling over in your bed, you closed your eyes to get more rest. Your temperature had gone down, but your stuffy nose gave you a pounding headache. Just as you were slipping into an uneasy sleep, Mijung burst into your room, a sly smile on her face.

“There’s a cute boy waiting outside,” she announced, motioning her head for you to go have a look.

“That’s nice,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“He’s been hanging out by the gate for ages, and Jiwon is eyeing him up.”

Sighing, you cracked one eye open to give Mijung a disapproving glare. “And why was this news important enough to disturb my sleep?”

“Because he keeps looking up at our window, and we don’t know him. Is he your boyfriend?”

You threw your pillow in Mijung’s direction, and a squeal confirmed that it reached its target. Grumbling about having to move, you slung on a dressing gown and headed to the laundry room, which overlooked the view of the road. Jiwon left as you entered, but not before she gave you a suggestive look, trying to imply something that you didn’t want to find out. Peering out, you expected to see a mop of orange hair. Instead, it was chocolate-brown.

Jungkook looked up and caught sight of you, his eyes forming crescents as he grinned. He leant against a lamppost, dressed in all black with his hands in his pockets, his t-shirt showing off his biceps. A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you recalled Mijung’s earlier words, as you couldn’t help agreeing. He did look kind of cute. Jungkook waved his hand, motioning for you to come out and meet him, but you looked down at your dressing gown and shrugged in apology. Stubbornly, he crossed his arms and continued leaning on the post. Knowing he wasn’t going to budge an inch, you sighed and went back to your room to change.


“Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell like a normal person?” you questioned, coming down the steps.

“Your doorbell doesn’t work, so I tried knocking and your landlady answered. I asked for you but because you didn’t know I was coming, she said she couldn’t ‘put her girls in danger’. What’s up with that?”

You laughed hoarsely, the noise sounding weird in your ears due to your sickness. “She’s fine, just overprotective. That’s why we’re not allowed any boys in the house.” There was a short silence afterwards, where you stared at each other, unsure how to react. Last time you’d spoken was when you found out about Jimin and Yeji. Holding your head up high, you said bluntly, “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I know. You don’t have to,” he replied gently.

“And I don’t want to practice today, either.”

“I know that, too.”

You were slightly taken aback, not expecting that response. “So… why did you come here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You haven’t been answering your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes were soft as he hung his head subtly, so that his fringe hung low. He was shy, you realised.

“I turned off my phone,” was your reply, not bothering to explain why. The truth was, you didn’t want to see any messages from Taehyung, as it would only increase the guilt shrouding your heart. Already feeling bad from the flu, you didn’t want to make it worse.

“Do you want to walk with me?”

Linking your arm through his, you accepted and you set off down the road. You weren’t sure where you were headed, and it seemed that neither did Jungkook, but it was nice to get some fresh air. Jungkook begun talking about the dance, and how he’d come up with more choreography for the last and most upbeat chorus. You were content to just listen, feeling his body occasionally bump into yours as he got too excited talking about a certain move, and watching his eyes sparkle as they caught the light. Although Jungkook was still very closed off and removed, it was nice seeing his passion flare when he talked about what he enjoyed, which was anything music related.

You walked past the shops and into the park, and even though your body ached from illness, Jungkook didn’t stop smiling, and it grew to be infectious. Before long, you’d forgotten about your sore throat and blocked nose, and were having a good time without overthinking your problems.

Jungkook sat down on the grass underneath a blossom tree, closing his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He was definitely handsome, but you tried your hardest not to stare at his dozing figure. Although you weren’t exactly dating Taehyung, you still felt like you had to stay loyal and not let your hormones take over. Instead, you poked his side, demanding he showed you the new moves to your dance.

“I thought you didn’t want to practice,” he grinned cheekily.

“Go on, smart ass, show me the choreography.”

The rest of the morning was spent dancing, but because of the sun, neither of you were trying particularly hard to get the moves right. In fact, you managed to trip up several times, but Jungkook swore that he didn’t have anything to do with it. You were glad you’d suggested dancing, as Jungkook always looked relaxed and in his element.

Until…

“Y/N, Jungkook!”

Taehyung was standing a few metres in front of you, looking as shocked as you were feeling. You hadn’t anticipated seeing him on your walk, especially not by himself. Sometimes it looked strange not seeing Yeji hanging off his arm.

“I’ve got to go,” said Jungkook suddenly, his body language instantly changing to tense and tight, the opposite of what he had been a few minutes earlier. “Got work to catch up on.”

Jungkook strode past Taehyung without a goodbye and avoiding eye contact, but Taehyung hardly flinched. His brown eyes lay on you, not saying anything. He just smiled, the way he always did when you were telling him a story or if he caught your eye in class.

“Having fun with Jungkook?” he asked, his warm, deep tone comforting you, despite knowing that his question was meant to get under your skin and annoy you.

“Just friends, Tae,” you reminded him.

You’d been thinking of this moment for days: you were either going to tell him about Yeji, or you were going to add it to your list of secrets. Still undecided, you waited for Taehyung to say something, but he remained silent. Instead, he walked over to the closest tree and pulled one of the branches. You watched him as he snapped off a twig adorned with cherry blossoms, and brought back to you. He reached up to brush away the hair on the side of your head, then tucked the blossom behind your ear.

“I knew it would suit you,” Taehyung said happily.

In that moment, your decision was made: you weren’t going to tell him. All it was going to do was anger him, as he was unlikely to believe you in the first place. Plus, it wasn’t your business to interfere. What happened between him and his girlfriend was their personal concern, and you shouldn’t have got involved anyway. You should’ve just left Jimin alone instead of asking what’d happened, because you were now caught up in something you shouldn’t be.

“You never asked me what I did for our date the other night,” Taehyung continued, going back to his normal self, copying Jungkook by linking his arm through yours, and then following in the direction of where the younger boy strode off. “We went to the spring market, you know the one off the main street with all those cute shops? I ate so much you would not believe.”

“I thought you might go there,” you lied, your heart beating a little faster. You hated lying to Taehyung. “You’ve always liked romantic stuff.”

“There were so many couples, but I wish we could’ve gone together. The tteokbokki was unreal.”

You hid the grin threatening to blow your cover. One thing you always agreed on was food, which saved you from many quarrels; Taehyung only got grumpy when he was hungry, which never happened with you around.

“But I realised something while I was there.” He paused to avoid a puddle, his arm slipping out of yours. “I think,” he continued, once he’d dodged it, “I think I’m in love, Y/N.”

He held out his arm for you to take it again, but you’d stopped completely, your body going slack. “You love Yeji?” you spluttered, unable to believe what you just heard.

“I really think I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

It wasn’t meant to come out as blunt and abrupt as it did, but the thought of your best friend loving someone while they had no feelings for him back infuriated you. He deserved better than her.

“What? How do you know how I feel?” he asked, looking disappointed in your response.

“It’s not love.” Once you’d started, you couldn’t seem to stop. A small voice in your head was telling you to tone it down, as it probably took a lot of guts for Taehyung to admit his feelings. But you ignored it. “Don’t go jumping into things, Tae.”

“If it’s not love, then what is it? You’ve never been out with someone before.”

The familiar sense of jealousy was bubbling in your stomach. “What does it matter? I still know about love.”

“Yeah, and so do I,” Taehyung argued, turning away slightly to ensure he didn’t get too riled up. “It’s the feeling I get with Yeji, like nothing in the world is wrong, like everything is perfect. Do you understand that? Hang on, why don’t you think I’m in love?”

“Because I’ve loved someone before, Tae. And love isn’t perfect, not like that.”

Taehyung let out a low chuckle. “Yeah? Who have you loved? Because I’m pretty sure celebrities don’t count, nor does Jimin’s younger brother.”

Perhaps it was the condescending tone Taehyung had begun to use, or the fact that he was making fun of the tiny infatuation you had on Jimin’s brother several years ago, that lasted a maximum of three days. Either way, something in you broke. You were sick and tired of keeping secrets from Taehyung, and you were bored of pretending that he was just a friend to you.

“I like a boy with bright orange hair who has a stupid smile and has an awful sense of humour and likes skinship way too much and who’s too thick to realise that I’m in love with him. He annoys me daily, and I want to throttle him for being so oblivious, but no matter what I do, I still love him. He makes me happy even when I don’t want to be. But he’s dumb as hell.

If Taehyung wasn’t staring at you before, he was staring at you now. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide, completely dumbfounded. You weren’t even aware that you were crying until you felt tears run down your chin, too caught up in the moment.

“I’m fully aware that the feelings aren’t mutual and they will never be mutual, and that’s fine. That’s life, I guess. I just want you to be happy, Tae. Really, truly happy. If you think that Yeji can do that for you, then go ahead. I’ll support you the best that I can. But I want you to know that I’ll always be your best friend, even when it hurts to be.”

There was a bitterness in your voice that couldn’t be covered, but finally expressing your emotions almost made you giddy with relief.

“I shouldn’t have told you like this,” you added, your voice getting choked up due to both emotion and illness. Taehyung stayed motionless as you played with the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to hold back the sobs. “I’m really sorry. I’d… better go.”

You left Taehyung standing in the middle of the park, his usually solid frame looking limp and feeble. Casting one final look over your shoulder at your friend, you saw a single solitary tear on his cheek, shining in the sun.


Two days passed and you hadn’t heard a single word from Taehyung. Lectures had begun again for another week, but his usual seat was empty, making your lectures feel even more dull than usual. During your breaks, you began your new job as a janitor, cleaning the university hallways and emptying the bins in each classroom, allowing your mind to wonder. However, your thoughts always returned to your confession in the park, making you cringe and shudder in embarrassment. Did you really say ‘that’s life’? To make it worse, as soon as you walked away, you suddenly came up with fifty other things you should’ve said to Taehyung to help explain yourself better. But you knew turning around and justifying your words would only make you look weaker and more vulnerable than you already were.

Grumbling under your breath, you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn coffee stain with a mop, pretending the stain was the memory you were trying to forget and erase. You weren’t sure whether it was because of what happened between you two that stopped Taehyung from coming to lectures, or whether he was genuinely busy and couldn’t make it. In your mind, it was the former idea.

You’d passed Jin several times in the hallways since that day, and the sweet smile he gave you told you that he knew nothing about Yeji’s secret or what had occurred between you and Taehyung. Therefore, Taehyung had kept it quiet. Was he ashamed? Did he not want his housemates to know? Questions and worries swirled your head as students filed into the corridor, the lessons changing over. You watched as people munched on a sandwiches or noodles, crumbs and spots of sauce dropping to the floor.

“Can’t everyone be more careful?” you muttered to yourself, pressing your body against the wall so a group of girls could pass.

“If I say it was an accident, will you still be annoyed with me?”

Whipping round, you saw Namjoon standing at your side, balancing on one foot with the other held aloft, dripping with water.

“Did you put your foot in my bucket?” you asked incredulously.

“Maybe,” he replied shiftily, biting his lip as he shook his foot, sending water everywhere. “Whoops.”

“Namjoon, you need supervision,” you laughed. Grabbing his hand to help his balance, he was able to pull off his shoe and pour it out, the smell of cleaning liquid filling the air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just came over to talk and I’ve just made your job harder for you. But anyway, I thought you were in the dance competition to get the money? Why are you doing more work?”

“Because we might not win,” you shrugged. “The dance thing was a spur of the moment decision, but when I thought about it, it seemed a bit silly to put all my faith in winning the competition. But I like dancing and Jungkook seems to be having fun, so it’s a good side project.”

“Don’t put yourself under too much stress,” he said sternly, putting his shoe back on. You just smiled ruefully, knowing that it was a bit too late for that. “Oh, and Taehyungie is ill,” he added. “Something like the flu. I’m not sure, but he hasn’t left his room and he’s been quite quiet recently. I thought maybe you should pop over later to visit? It’s strange when Taehyung isn’t his usual, bubbly self.”

“I don’t think I can,” you lied. “I’m busy.”

“You don’t have to stay long. Just a quick hello, cheer him up a bit. You’d be doing us all a favour, especially me. Making soup every day for the boy is slowly killing me.”

Namjoon’s pleading expression whittled down your resistance, especially as he looked so pitiful with one foot and ankle still dripping with water. Although he was older and a whole lot cleverer than you, you had the urge to protect him from anything bad that could upset him. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about why Taehyung was acting funny, and instead agreed to his request.


Taehyung’s room was dark, as his curtains were drawn despite the spring sun shining outside. In the dim light, you could just make out the mess that had accumulated, from tissues littering every surface to bowls of half eaten soup stacked up on his bedside table. However, it still smelt like honey. On the bed lay a Taehyung-like lump as he hid under the covers, fast asleep and letting out guttering snores as he struggled to breathe, his nose congested.

You sat on the edge of his bed, and suddenly, the noises stopped as he stirred awake. After two days of waiting, you were finally going to talk your feelings through and sort them out. To know what Taehyung had been thinking about scared you, but it was now or never.

In a soft voice, you called his name. “Tae?” 

everything is easier when you’re home

OKAY SO that little fic I posted a while back got an AMAZING response like WOW you guys are the best!! So why not go all in and write a full AU, right?? This is like the beginning, an introduction, a prologue, whatever you wanna call it, of what’s going to be a neighbors AU

A huge massive shoutout to @peraltiagoisland and to @elsaclack for yelling ideas with me you guys are the absolute BEST (Em, you can take this as a birthday present of sorts ILY) and to @the-pontiac-bandit and @startofamoment for reading this through and making super nice comments you guys are the best too

(title from When You’re Home from In The Heights)

ANYWAY I’m shutting up now, here’s the thing.


Amy Santiago loves her new apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, good neighborhood and decent rent. One thing she does not love? Her neighbors. More precisely, whoever lives in the apartment that shares a paper thin wall with hers.

She has been living there for less than three days, and, in that short period of time, they have managed to infuriate her. And what makes everything even worse is that they are messing with her carefully planned sleep schedule. She probably would be just annoyed if it wasn’t for that.

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An Alyanette story for a-typical April! @larvesta and @breeeliss really inspired this story!

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“Hey Ladybug! Do you have a last name, or do you want mine?” Marinette blanched. She whipped around to see a smirking Alya, completely untouched by the utter chaos around her. Uncharacteristically, Alya wasn’t recording, in fact, it looked like she didn’t have her phone out at all. Marinette quickly tore through the ropes of caramel and over to her best friend.

    “Aly-I - you! This is the middle of an Akuma attack! You need to vacate the premise immediately! Are you hurt?” She rushed out, frantically looking around to ensure the Akuma was far away. “Wait. What did you ask me?”

    Alya let out a tinkling laugh, smirk stretching into an endeared grin.

    “I asked if you wanted my last name. I’d settle for a date if that was too much to ask.” She added with a wink, completely unaware to the grinding halt Marinette’s mind had screeched to.

    “I… are.. Are you hitting on me?” She asked, fully aware that if Chat had said the same thing it wouldn’t have been a blip on her radar. Alya laughed and Marinette couldn’t figure out why there were sirens going off in her head.

“Of course, who wouldn’t want to score a date with the cutest savior of Paris? I’ll let you get back to work, you know how find me!” With that, Alya took off running, bringing Marinette back to the battle, shoving the sirens to the back of her mind as she turned to the Confectioner.

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Pt.2 Poly!RemusxSiriusxJamesxYou

Co-written with @80s-addict - TW FOR NSFW AHEAD! My writing is normal and her’s is italicised


- Sirius and you do each other’s hair 

-  James absolutely will not let anyone near his hair (Unless of course, one of you is tugging on it and moaning) 

-  Remus doesn’t really mind bc he’s not overly concerned about it but appreciates the attention

Siriusly you and Sirius will sit for HOURS and brush/braid each other’s hair. Sometimes you’ll sit on the floor, others on your bed, kissing and talking and listening to your favorite muggle bands all the while. 

- Sometimes you both get so relaxed you just end up falling asleep, Sirius’ head in your lap or yours in his chest, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled, snoring (you’d never admit to it though), with beautifully intricate braids and flowers woven into them. 

- Remus and James roll their eyes at their dorks but oh my God you’re so cute they can’t stay annoyed and *click* whoops “Turn the flash off you dolt!” “Sorry” You and Sirius wake up in each other’s arms with enchanting hair and the sound of your husbands bickering and smile at each other and decide to go back to sleep. “AW, THEY’RE SO CUTE MOONY!” “SSHHHUT UP, PRONGS” *thwack* You and Sirius peep an eye open and share a light laugh as the two continue to argue as they leave you to sleep

-  You are always wearing someone’s shirt

-  Like always

-  It’s rare if you don’t (unless you’re going out) 

- And when you don’t Sirius pouts Like straight up this grown-ass man is sticking out his lower lip and giving you the puppy dog eyes because you’re not wearing one of his shirts 

- And you turn to the other two but James is also pouting (not as much as Sirius, but it’s still a lot) 

- Exasperated, you turn to Remus, ever the voice of reason, but even HE is pouting at you! 

- “FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, IT’S LAUNDRY DAY!” All 3: “But Y/N!” “Ugh, FINE. *Under breath, but with a small smile* Children.” You march back upstairs, angrily throw off your shirt and blindly reach around the closet before you find something in the back. 

- You throw it on and head downstairs. “Better now?” They’re all staring at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “What?” James: “M-Moons? Cancel our dinner reservations.” “Why?” Sirius: “Y/N, did you look at yourself?” “No…?” James: “You-YOU’RE WEARING MY BUTTON UP. YOU LOOK SO HOT. IT HURTS.” Sirius: “Smooth, Prongs.” James: “Did you SEE her??!” Remus: “I’m with James on this one…Y/N you do look very attractive in James’ shirt.” Sirius: “C'mere, Sweetheart.”

-  …you don’t make it to dinner. Or the movie. Or the reshowing of the movie. …or breakfast.

-  When any of you is upset, the other 3 know 

-  They just know 

-  And it’s a day filled with gentle reminders, soft touches, chastise kisses, and small smiles 

- You’ll all cuddle around whoever is upset 

- And just talk, sleep, or read 

- Maybe watch their favorite show 

- Comfort snacks, fuzzy blankets, and pillows all around 

- The other 3 naming their favorite qualities of whoever is down 

- Their personality 

- Their talents 

- Their intelligence 

- Their looks 

- Just lots of gentle touches and “I love you”’s and quick kisses to persons perceived “problem areas" 

- The night ends with you all a tangled mass on the bed, the person who was the center of the attention now in the center of the cuddles 

- And said person maybe 

- Just maybe

-  Smiles a little and whispers a small "thank you” before falling asleep surrounded by the 3 doofs who will do (and have done) literally //anything// to cheer them up

-  The other 3 hearing them bc they were pretending to sleep - no way they were sleeping while their lil bean was upset - and sharing a quick, tired, but relieved smile and blown kisses before passing out from exhaustion

-  ((Sometimes slow, sweet love-making is required because one of you is really down on your body. So the other 3 take turns kissing all over and focusing on their favorite parts until the Upset Person starts to believe them))

- One of you getting a wild hair and formulating a plan with the other two one day to pounce Unsuspecting Person with Triple The Head Person is random but always almost dies BC HOW ARE ALL OF THESE FUCKERS SO GOOD AT THIS 

- Sometimes it’s James when he’s been an egotistical shit and needs to be taken down a peg 

- Sometimes it’s Remus when he’s stressed about an upcoming full moon 

- Sometimes it’s Sirius when he’s insecure about himself//his abilities and/or is being a tease (more than usual - it’s his natural state, but sometimes he can be a bit much) 

- Sometimes it’s you when you’re stressed about an upcoming event or exam or when you’ve felt down lately 

- Always it’s whoever thinks they’re not good enough one day or seems to be extremely jealous because “Shut up, we love you, and we’re not going anywhere. Now hold still.”

- I love the idea that like during your school years you basically lived in the Marauders’ dorm 

- And like McGongall and even Dumbledore knew 

- But never said anything BC they secretly were impressed that you four came up with your situation and seemed to be handling it well 

- And maybe were a little jealous bc you all just looked so happy 

- So when you graduate Sirius buys a flat 

- And over the summer renovates it with you all 

- And when you’re done he asks you all to move in with him, rent-free because “Your love is enough" 

- And just 

- There’s lots of spare bedrooms bc you all created one really big master suite with a big double king bed 

- And just 

- You and Remus gushing about your new domestic life James and Sirius watching you and scoffing bc "What dorks” but secretly really loving it too

- You and Sirius arguing over drapes and sheets much to Remus and James’ dismay bc according to Remus “Loves, they’re both nice. Let’s get both!" 

- But you insist on the 100% cotton blue gray sheets while Sirius wants the 100% silk dark red sheets and James has had it bc "THEY’RE JUST SHEETS? WHAT DOES IT MATTER? THEY’RE PROBABLY JUST GOING TO GET CUM ON THEM ANYWAY, SO JUST GET A BUNCH OF THE CHEAP ONES." 

- Everyone is //shocked// You, Sirius, and Rem all wide-eyed and slack-jawed, staring at James and each other 

- James doesn’t understand what he did 

- You 3 working feverishly to get the rest of the shopping done 

- James is pleased but still doesn’t know why 

- You and Sirius stay at the checkout lane, blushing as a very flustered Remus drags James to the car to "Explain some things” to him 

- Before they get out the door Rem pulls Sirius by the shirt collar and says he better get in the express lane and you blush even harder and start furiously loading up the conveyer belt while Sirius scrambles to get his wallet 

- You come to the car to find the car windows fogged and James leaned back in the driver’s seat, shirt unbuttoned and glasses askew as Remus rises to the passenger seat, smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he pops the trunk for you “Let’s get home, yeah?" 

- Sirius and you in the backseat and he can’t help himself so he starts kissing you and sucking hickeys to your pulse point and you’re both teasing each other through your clothes 

- Remus and James looking in the rearview mirror Remus raising an eyebrow  and smirking James has never driven that fast in his life

- James accidentally saying something sexual while you’re all at the store 

- He doesn’t realize what he said was sexual 

- Sirius, you and Remus getting flustered and hurting the trip along

-  Which pleases James even though he’s not sure what got you all moving so quickly bc he hates stopping with a firey passion 

- One of you trying to explain to him and getting too flustered

- The least flustered pulls him close and whispers an explanation 

- The donning look of realization on his face 

- Followed by a shit-eating grin 

- Two of you left to finish checking out while the other drags James to the car to get started

-  This happening a //lot// At first you think he genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing (which is true) but after the 10th or so time, you start to catch on bc he’s become increasingly detailed with his outbursts 

- You 3 continuing on as if you don’t know 

- Because it’s so much fun 

- And sometimes you like to get him back 

- By flipping the script on him 

- Which he also catches on to 

- But does not stop 

- Because you’re all risk takers and it leads to some of the best sex ever

-  Without fail 

- Those poor car seats 

- Those poor cheap sheets

- The entire school knows you’re dating but no one makes a big deal out of it. It just Happened one day and the four of you never look back. 

 - No one dares to say anything bad about it though because everyone fears the Marauders - you anger one, you anger them ALL and then no one is safe.

- Not even the teachers. 

- Borrowing each other’s clothes so often that James straight up rips out all the name labels

- Not letting them curse the other students just because they can

- Having a similar speech pattern

- Inside jokes

-Inside jokes of inside jokes

- If one offends the other, the Offensive One will publicly grovel to make the others laugh and get the Offended One to forgive them

- PDA is only A Thing if the goal is to make someone jealous

- You’re all considered to be married to each other

- You have necklaces that are similar and look like part of a set

-James’ parents charmed them with protective spells

- You can say something into the necklaces and everyone will hear it like they’re wearing headphones

- Howlers proclaiming your love

- Howler marriage proposals

- Feeding each other breakfast items

- ‘Accidentally’ dropping beans down Remus’ front

- “Oops. Guess you gotta wear a different shirt now”

- Being sad when Remus is having none of your shit and simply casts a cleaning spell on his shirt

- Sirius rocking a man bun and James sulking because instead of growing out, his hair grows up

- Remus remarking, “You should take a leaf out of your hair’s book, James” when James mentions it

- Remus being so sassy you can’t eat when you know he’s going to say something.

- Remus knows this and takes full advantage

- The boys making you flustered all the time

- Being very protective of each other

-The boys will shield you if someone insults you

- Like, a literal circle

- When one argues, you all argue

- You and Remus are mediators as Sirius and James are the worst offenders when it comes to unleashing their tempers

- Remus does no harm but takes no shit, most especially from, for or to his three loves.

- It’s an unconventional but very loving, nurturing, protective and explorative relationship and none of you would change it for anything


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HP Tags: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-llama  @chloeolivialuce

Playing with Fire - 05

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (angst? + smut)

Length: 3.3k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 -  Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: here it is! so theres a bit of yoongis pov and i mention jungyeon from twice bc i actually think yoongi and her would be cute concept?? anways eNJOY

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neil’s grad party

anonymous asked: if youre still taking prompts can you write something about neil finally getting drunk with the foxes? like neil being really loud & open about how much he likes andrew and everyone being like holy shit this is so cute 

anonymous asked: pls pls pls write something about how neil calls andrew his best friend in front of the other foxes !!

anonymous asked: omg please write about neil mistaking aaron for andrew (maybe when he’s a little tipsy or something??)

so as soon as i went to start on the first prompt i got the second and third ones in my inbox and i decided to combine them!

  • the more i’ve thought about it, the more i think neil wouldn’t really get drunk with the foxes while they’re all in college
  • they’re only all together in his sophomore year and i don’t think that he would go from having a drink with andrew over spring break to getting plastered with the rest of the foxes so soon
  • but eventually it happens during neil’s graduation party that they have at the house in colombia
  • since neil was the youngest out of all of the foxes, he was the last to graduate so the celebration was like a family renunion: loud, lively, crowded, and full of alcohol

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I'm doing the Drabble Challange

I’m gonna give this a try! Any Hamilton ship or x reader. Request any of these prompts and I’ll write them as soon as possible!⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️

 "The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 

“How long have you been standing there?” “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 

“Who gave you that black eye?”

 “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 

“I just like proving you wrong.”

 “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

 “Forget it. You fucking suck.” 

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” 

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

 “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

 “I’m pregnant.”

 “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” 

“Take. It. Off.” 

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

 “Stop it! It tickles!” 

“It’s okay to cry…”

 “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

 “D..did you just make that noise?”

 “He’s a bad kisser.” 

“You can scream if you want.”

 “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

 “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

 “One of them’s missing.”

 “Save some for me.”

 “Oh, fuck off.” 

“You’re still mad?” 

“Come over here and make me.”

 “You better watch yourself.”

 “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

 “Why did we have to have kids?” 

“Call on Line 1”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” 

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

 “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” 

“Where did he go?”

 “You leave whenever you feel like it.”

 “I forgot I was a single parent.” 

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

 “You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”

 “Frost the damn cupcakes.” 

“Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.” 

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

 “I thought you were dead!” 

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” 

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.” 

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

 “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

 “You just wanted them because they light up.” 

“That wasn’t very subtle.” 

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

 “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

 “I don’t do hugs.” 

“Don’t talk anymore.”

 “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

 “How do I even put up with you?”

 “I said get rid of it.” 

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” 

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” 

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?” 

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

 “I have a secret.”

 “I won’t let you get hurt.”

 “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

 “He’s four years old!!”

 “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!” 

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

 “Me and the boys will handle it.”

 “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

 “Mind if I join you?”

 “Daddy!”

 “I lost our child.”

 “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

 “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” 

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.” 

“I’ll take care of it.”

 “I’m not your boss? Well, then who is?” 

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

 “Come on, baby, up to bed.” 

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

 “Am I scaring you?” 

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

 “After everything…I’d still choose you.” 

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?” 

“Trust me.”

 “Scoot over a little bit, please.” 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

 “You didn’t just wake me up at 2 am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

 “Did they hurt you?”

 “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

 “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

 “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.” 

“Don’t shut me out.” 

“You got a cute butt.”

 “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

 “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” 

“…or we can chill in our underwear.” 

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” 

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?” 

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

 “Have you seen my contacts?”

 “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

 “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

 “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

 “Is he coming home?” 

“I prefer blondes.”

 “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

 “I let you win.” 

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

 “Can I do your hair?” 

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

 “I told you not to jump on the bed!” 

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

 “Ready or not, here I come.”

 “I’m worried about losing my job!” 

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

 “Happy new year!” 

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” 

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.” 

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.” 

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

 “I’ll give you a massage.”

 “You fell asleep in the tub?!”

 “Are you doodling?” 

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” 

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

 “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” 

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.

 “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

 “We need groceries, not just junk food. 

You’re worse than the kids.”

 “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

 “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

 “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

 “Use your words.”

 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

 “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” 

“Get out of my face before I hit you.” 

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.” 

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.” 

“Look! Fireflies!” 

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 

“I just need ten minutes.”

 *Make Your Own*

150 Sterek Prompt Challenge

So this is literally the 150 Drabble Challenge, but I plan on doing all of them. Now I’d simply just write it, but I already have several that are in the ask box format! SOOOOO my ocd is getting the best of me. I wanna do it all as a way to boost my writing confidence while not getting locked into a long fic. So here’s the complete list down below, I’ll strike off the ones I have already done. Please, ask away!! Do multiple if you want! :) 


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  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?” (here)
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” (here)
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?” (here)
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” (here)
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” (here)
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.” (here)
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” (here)
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.” (here)
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.” (here)
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.” (here)
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.” (here)
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” (here)
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.” (here)
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  (here)
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.” (here)
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” (here)
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” (here)
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” (here)
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.” (here)
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?” (here)
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”(here)
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?” (here)
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.” (here)
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.” (here)
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.” (here)
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.” (here)
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” (here)
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.” (here)
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.” (here)
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” (here)
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” (here)
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” (here)
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.” (here)
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” (here)
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” (here)
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own*

Here’s the link to the original DRABBLE CHALLENGE

anonymous asked:

headcanons for the chocobros having a bigger (chubbier) s/o, but they find out she has rlly soft skin ?? (esp on arms n hands if u wanna be more specific, cause that fits to me p good lol)

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for your request! c:
This was so much fun to write because I actually really relate to this :D

Once again, my headcanons became kind of long - but I just couldn’t stop. xD

Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy them! :3

After Noctis is a read more (just in case it’s not showing).




Noctis:

  • First of all, he absolutely loves his S/O 
  • Everything about them is beautiful 
  • He doesn’t see chub, he just sees them for who they are: a beautiful, lovable dork that matches him perfectly 
  • Oh God and he loves squeezing their thighs, clothed or not
  • Actually, he just loves squeezing pretty much everything 
  • But the second he touched their bare arms for the first time.. Holy shit.. That made it all the more intense
  • His calm is all gone
  • The prince is impressed
  • The prince is in shock
  • The prince is in utter disbelief
  • For a few seconds, he stops moving his hands on their arms and just looks at them
  • Then he slowly continues moving his hands, rubbing their softness 
  • “Holy six..”
  • He just can’t believe they’re as soft as they are
  • “Am I dreaming?“ 
  • As his hands wander down their arm, he also stumbles upon how soft their hands are
  • Rip Noctis 2k17
  • He immediately takes both their hands in his and rubs his thumbs along the back of their hand
  • He. Can’t. Let. Go. Of. Their. Hands. 
  • He’s absolutely mesmerized 
  • “You’re softer than anything I’ve ever felt - and trust me, I’ve had the privilege to feel a lot of different materials.”
  • SOS! Noctis cuddle mode activated
  • S/O is now officially promoted to be his body pillow
  • Preparing to go to bed? You bet he’s going to sleep cuddled up to their arms all night while also holding on to one of their hands
  • Or maybe watching a movie on the couch? He will rub their arms or the back of their hands the entire time
  • From the second he touched their soft skin, his feelings went into overdrive 
  • The prince loves to nap and now he has a tremendously soft S/O to nap on!?! Jackpot!
  • “Mmh~ I love you SO much”
  • They’re his absolute weakness: their body, their skin, their smile - pure perfection
  • And now that he discovered they secretly had the softest skin all along - he definitely has to check if there’s more
  • This boy just wants to worship his soft deity
  • In the end, he couldn’t resist eating his favorite meal that night, if ya kno’ what I mean *eyebrow wiggle* I’m sorry I just had to, I won’t do it again in this post

[fyi for mobile users; there’s a read more right here]

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Not One, But Two (Part V)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

You stood on the curb of the sidewalk, partly hidden under the shade in between two trees. Roughly fifteen minutes had passed since you exited the building and yet Jay was still nowhere. He wouldn’t answer any call you made, and you thought of just leaving when he did arrive, honking twice.

You climbed on the seat you had grown familiar to and secured the seatbelt around you before throwing him dark look. “Jay—”

“Happy birthday!” Jay exclaimed, cutting you off even before you could begin telling him off for making you wait when you could’ve went home right after today’s work. It’s as if he already knew that you would be mad at his late appearance.

He handed you a white box with a red ribbon on top. “And I got you a cake. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you the most expensive one,” he said, smiling brightly as he steered the car back on the road.

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Originally posted by @prompt-bank.

I noticed that I am 5 followers away from 1,300, so I want to try this as a way to celebrate. Send me an ask that says “Drabble Challenge” along with one of the numbers below, and a character’s name. The characters I will accept are Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Loki, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Magnus Martinsson (Wallander).

If I get a good bit of these it may take me a while to get to them, but I will make a page on my blog if that happens to link back to all the drabbles. And I will tag you on the one you request, if you request it off anon.

Note: for some odd reason, when looking at this post directly on my blog, you will see letters instead of numbers. (Maybe it’s just me, but…) Just put the letters you see and I will check it.

Only one per person, please.


  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?”
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?“
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.”
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.”
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.”
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.”
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.”
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own* (please submit your own short prompt)

I am tagging a few people who I hope will share this with their followers. *smooches*

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @mamapeterson @salvachester @rizlow1

Drabble game! (Request Closed!)

Rules: Pick a number, a group member, and a genre (fluffy, angst, smut, funny, etc.), and if you want pick an admin! (Kendra, Pastel, Mel, Sonsee, Bekah, Lara, Kat, YOLO, Aya, Babybean, Mia, RayRay, & Mochi)

A/N: Thanks so much for 1k!!! It’s crazy since we made this blog about a month ago!!! Thank you guys!!! Also it’s 151 prompts because 150 is to mainstream!! REQUEST HERE!

  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 
  2. “How long have you been standing there?” 
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?” 
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.” 
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.” 
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.” 
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!” 
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” 
  12. “I’m pregnant.” 
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” 
  14. “Take. It. Off.” 
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!” 
  18. “It’s okay to cry…” 
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?” 
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.” 
  22. “You can scream if you want.” 
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.” 
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.” 
  25. “One of them’s missing.” 
  26. “Save some for me.” 
  27. “Oh, fuck off.” 
  28. “You’re still mad?” 
  29. “Come over here and make me.” 
  30. “You better watch yourself.” 
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.” 
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?” 
  33. “Call on Line 1” 
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” 
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!” 
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” 
  37. “Where did he go?” 
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.” 
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.” 
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.” 
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?” 
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.” 
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.” 
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.” 
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”
  46. “I thought you were dead!” 
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” 
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.” 
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.” 
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.” 
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.” 
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.” 
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.” 
  56. “I don’t do hugs.” 
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.” 
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.” 
  59. “How do I even put up with you?” 
  60. “I said get rid of it.” 
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” 
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” 
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?” 
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” 
  65. “I have a secret.” 
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.” 
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.” 
  68. “He’s four years old!!” 
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!” 
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.” 
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.” 
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.” 
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.” 
  75. “Mind if I join you?” 
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.” 
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?” 
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” 
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.” 
  81. “I’ll take care of it.” 
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?” 
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.” 
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.” 
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?” 
  86. “Am I scaring you?” 
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!” 
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.” 
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?” 
  90. “Trust me.” 
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.” 
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.” 
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.” 
  94. “Did they hurt you?” 
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” 
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” 
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.” 
  98. “Don’t shut me out.” 
  99. “You got a cute butt.” 
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” 
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.” 
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” 
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.” 
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” 
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?” 
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?” 
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?” 
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.” 
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?” 
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.” 
  112. “Is he coming home?” 
  113. “I prefer blondes.” 
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?” 
  115. “I let you win.” 
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.” 
  117. “Can I do your hair?” 
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” 
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!” 
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.” 
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.” 
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!” 
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?” 
  124. “Happy new year!” 
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” 
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.” 
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.” 
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.” 
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.” 
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!” 
  131. “Are you doodling?” 
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” 
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.” 
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” 
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.” 
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.” 
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” 
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?” 
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.” 
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…” 
  141. “Use your words.” 
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” 
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” 
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.” 
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.” 
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!” 
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. “Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you.”
  151. “You really think I’m letting you do this?”

callous-lover  asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you could do one about rfa's ideal first dates + Saeran cause he needs more love in his life

Yoosung

Yoosung is a hopeless romantic gone wrong in my opinion, but in the best way possible. This kid is going to try to make this awesome date right? Because he’s in college he can’t quite afford taking you to fancy restaurants for candle lit dinners which he promises you in the future. Instead the two of you go out for a walk, he takes you to his favorite places in town, buys you ice cream, and showers so much love and affection on you and honestly it’s the cutest thing? He tries so hard but he is stumbling over his words and his feet. The two of you just end up having the time of your lives, hands intertwined as you walk around. You’re the couple that old people complain about for being too loud and obnoxious because you’re too busy laughing to care about how loud you are. This ends in Yoosung insisting he’s really not a bad person and you laughing even more as the old people look at him skeptically. He’d be too shy to kiss you when he walks you to your door so you lean up and kiss him instead and he actually melts. When you pull away he’s all red and giggly and it was the best way to end the night in his opinion and yours.


Jaehee

Jaehee suggests you go ice skating, as it’s her favorite thing when you wear all of your winter gear. There’s also the fact that she’s great at ice skating and she knows that you’ll need to hold her hand the whole time so she can take you around the rink without you falling. You’re insanely impressed, she’s doing spins and skating backwards what??? At certain points she’ll turn so she’s going backwards and she’s leading the way and it’s adorable. When you have fallen a few too many times you and Jaehee decide to hang up the skates and get some hot drinks. You get hot chocolate and she gets a coffee. The two of you end up sitting in a booth in the back of the coffee shop and talk for what feels like hours. You end up walking her home because her house is closer, you end up staying the night and watching films with her until she falls asleep on you.


Zen

Zen, being the busy man he is, ends up inviting you to one of his practices and a dinner after that. When you show up to his practice he shows you off every second he gets. He doesn’t get much time to spend with you during the but you just enjoy his singing as you wait. After his practice ends Zen takes you to a really nice restaurant which of course he would. It’s got candles on the table and flowers the whole bit. He’s trying really hard to impress you even though he’s trying to make it seem like he’s not. He tells you about the role he’s taken on and the show that you had just watched the practice of. He’s constantly offering you a bite of his food which you feel obligated to take and then offer him some of your own. It’s a good system though because both of your dishes were great. The dinner goes too fast and too soon you’re in the passenger seat of his car as he’s driving you home. During the entire car ride the two of you are singing at the top of your lungs and he still manages to sound good, like it’s not fair. When he pulls in front of your home he jumps out of the car and opens the door for you before helping you out and walking you to the door. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you close to him and presses a kiss to your lips before winking and allowing you inside before going back to his car.


707


Seven would definitely be the one to invite you over and have a pillow fort ready to go. There’s food, drinks, and Netflix ready once you crawl in. That is when you realize that it is too small for the two of you to lay side by side. You suggest one of you lays on top of the other, you meant you laying on his back but he lays on yours. You don’t even bother fighting him because you can just tell you’ll lose that one.You end up watching three horror films before you run out of snacks. At this you insist on having food with some sustenance to it. The only things in his fridge are Dr. Peppers, eggs and a lot of grapes. You ended up making some scrambled eggs and you had a feeling that this was the most protein Seven has gotten in a long time. You were done with horror films for the night so the two of you played video games. Seven owns every single Just Dance and is amazing at them don’t even lie. By the time you’re ready to go home it’s past four in the morning so he insists you stay with him for the rest of the night.His couch is still in disarray from the pillow fort but it looks cozy as hell so you and him end up cuddling on the couch and when you wake up later he tells you that’s the best sleep he’s had in a long time and kisses your forehead.


Jumin


Jumin ends up taking you to the finest restaurant you’ve ever heard of, the two of you drink wine and let me tell you Jumin can hold his alcohol. You cannot. You try and keep pace with this guy and you end up drunk. He’s trying to hide it but you’re being so strange and random that he can’t help but break out in laughter. After a couple comments on your part he realizes that you probably shouldn’t be in the restaurant anymore and pays before the both of you leave, well, he’s basically carrying you as this happens as you’re stumbling out the door. You’re being so random and saying things he’s never heard anyone else say and he’s genuinely having such a good time. Jumin ends up taking you to his penthouse so he knows he won’t lose you if he turns away for a second. The majority of the date ends up with you leaning on him with his arm wrapped around you with Elizabeth the 3rd in your lap as you giggle and try to put together some coherent sentences. He’s just enjoying listening to you stumble through your words.

Lil Extra~The next morning you’re apologizing profusely saying you didn’t mean to ruin the date and no your hangover isn’t that bad, you didn’t want him to pay to go to that restaurant just for you to get drunk. He insists that you’re drunkenness was very enjoyable but if you insist he’ll need to take you on a second date soon so you can go on the date he’d planned. You agree not realizing until later that you’ve gotten yourself a second date.


Saeran

Saeran like his brother also wants to stay in but more so for the reason that he likes having you all to himself. To be honest a lot of this date was just figuring out what the two of you were comfortable with doing. In the end the both of you realized you just wanted to hang out more than anything extravagant. You actually ended up laying between his legs on the couch holding his hands in your lap and talking. Most of the date was napping, crazy I know, but it was really nice?? Whenever you’d wake up for a second you would hear him whispering things to you and when you’d fully awoken it was whispers between the two of you. It was simply a sweet and warm environment and you loved every second of your  cuddly date.


V

THIS BOY. V has been talking about all of these beautiful places he used to take pictures at and you had mentioned once how you’d love to see them so he picks you up really early, like 6 AM and pulls you outside and into a car. He’s taking you to all his favorite places where he knows the scenery is the best because obviously this lil cinnamon roll wants you to see the best places ever. He’s taking all of these photos of you looking amazed as you look around you and his heart swells because omfg MC you’re so cute??? Because he doesn’t see well there are points where you will be completely enraptured by something and he’ll come over and you’ll begin describing the sight to him even though you know that he’s seen this all before. He doesn’t even care because your voice is pretty and light and you’re weaving these sentences together and your words are just as beautiful as the sights you’re describing. He has a picnic basket ready for lunch and the two of you throw out a blanket and eat and you lay in his lap and he doesn’t want to move from that spot but he knows the best is yet to come. He takes you to two more places before finally stopping at a cliff where the end is surrounded by trees and flowers and you don’t even think it can get anymore gorgeous before the sun begins to set and your breath is taken away.V is smiling so brightly that you can’t help but smile too and you both lay watching it and you find yourself describing the sight to him because he actually can’t see it now. He just closes his eyes and can see it as clear as day because of you and he just feels so warm and happy and he loves you so much.

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anonymous asked:

Here be a Christmas Prompt: established Bechloe, like married n shit, Beca is secretly surprising a huge christmas eve surprise for Chloe but acts all totally distant and stuff so Chloe thinks somethings up and then Chloe comes home from the store or something and the entire house is decorated all cute and christmassy and stuff and Chloe cries and it is al just amazing and i realize this is nothing really to go on but FA LA LA LA LA have fun with it, i trust you.

Beca had watched herself dig herself into a hole with this whole “Christmas surprise” thing. 

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anonymous asked:

HELLO. IVE BEEN WAITING FOREVER. Can I have a scenario where I meet Chen on a reaaaallly long plane ride? With him sitting next to me? And appearances of other members? And tons of fluff? & somehow we end up meeting each other again? thank you! & both of you guys are incredible writers!

Likewise ~Chen~

This one came out really long. Whoo Chen Chen Chen CHEEENN CHEN CHEN chen Chen Chen. Now I’ve written airplane scenarios for both of my EXO biases ^^ Hope you like it! ~Admin S

         “Yura, I want that seat.”

         “Well, that’s too bad.”

         “Yura!”

         Your best friend turned to grin at you. “I am only kidding, calm down,” she said, taking the seat behind the one that you wanted. “This is going to be a long plane ride, you might as well make yourself comfortable.”

         You sighed and put your bag up in the bag compartment, knowing that her words were very true. The two of you had just got back from studying abroad, and now you were flying back home to Korea.

         But, since Yura didn’t purchase the tickets ahead of time, the two of you were stuck with the one plane ride that happened to be the longest.

         Thanks, Yura.

         You plopped down in your seat and searched for the seatbelt. There were still people trying to get to their seats in the plane, and you only hoped that the person who would be sitting next to you through this entire ride wouldn’t be someone who was particularly annoying or unpleasant.

         “Hey, ______,” Yura said, sitting on the edge of her seat so that you could hear her better. “Sorry again for all this.”

         “Don’t worry about it.”

         “I know you secretly want to murder me for doing this, but please don’t.”

         You grinned and faced her. “Let’s just hope neither of us have to sit next to a middle aged man throughout this flight again, because that sure wasn’t a nice experience last time.”

         Yura laughed and fell back in her seat, remembering the memory as if it happened just yesterday.

         You only shook your head as you recalled the disgusting man you were forced to sit next to on the last plane ride a year or two ago.

         Gross.

         To try and make up for some of the boredom you were experiencing, you reached forward and pulled out one of the magazines that was provided in the little bag behind the seat in front of you. You aimlessly flipped through the pages, only taking slight interest in some of the pictures.

         Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a rather attractive looking young man walking through the small aisle of the plane. He was staring down at his ticket and then back at the numbers above the seats, trying to find the right one.

         Behind him was an even more attractive guy, who was probably a little younger. You couldn’t help but let your eyes follow his every move, since he was just so attractive.

         “Luhan, I think we sit in the back,” the second guy said, pointing at his ticket.

         “No, Chen, I don’t think so,” replied the guy who was referred to as Luhan. “Lay booked the tickets and he told us we sat in the front.”

         Yura sat on the edge of her seat and muttered, “Hot damn.

         You looked back and glared at her. “Watch your words, they could hear you.”

         “Well good, I’m sure both of them know how attractive they are already.” Yura let her eyes wander all over Luhan before a smirk showed up on her face. She crossed her fingers and looked up at the skies. “Please oh please, let this empty seat beside me be that fine man’s seat, I beg you.”

         “Yura, could you please-“

         “Excuse me?”

         The two of you looked up and saw that the guy who was named Luhan was staring down at you both a small smile. He stretched out his ticket and asked, “Could one of you please tell me where this seat is?”

         Before you could even lift your fingers, Yura grabbed the ticket from Luhan’s hand and read it over. “Mhmm.” She nodded and patted the seat beside her. “Your seat is right here.”

         “Oh, thank you.” Luhan opened the bag compartment above the two of you and put his bag up there, leaving his friend looking quite confused.

         You took it upon yourself to peek at his friends ticket before giving him a small smile. “Your seat is this one here.” You pointed to the one beside you.

         The boy, whom you remembered as Chen, looked at his ticket once more before looking back at you. Then, he beamed, “Thank you, Lay.”

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