he loves another girl

i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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You know you’re fucked when you’re only 15 but yet it feels like the world could end right there and you would be fine with it. It’s fucked when girls and boys are so young but so depressed, so heartbroken. Feelings fuck you up, i remember when i was only a little girl and i had this whole life ahead of me and all I wanted was a boyfriend. And now after having one, I don’t understand why I needed one, it’s messed me up. Emotionally and physically, I am fucked.

He was the type of boy you could just see yourself lasting forever with, and that’s exactly what I did. He teased me so much that I used to sook about it, but that didn’t matter because at least he was making me smile in some way. He cared so deeply, and he was so sensitive even though everyone I knew saw him as this big tough guy. He was gentle, he was romantic, it was like we were 23 and just madly in love. Our relationship was beyond what you would expect at such a young age, but we were just so maturely in love. But that’s the thing, i’m not 23, i’m so young and now i’m heartbroken and it’s not as simple as going out every night to get him out of my head. I have to sleep early because of school, i have to go to school, I have to study and commit to all of my commitments and it’s impossible to get him out of my mind. He wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was genuinely my best friend and sometimes we fought as best friends would. But no matter how we were fighting, we fought as hard as we could for each other because that’s what love does to you. But one day i guess he just decided to stop fighting, and it wasn’t like I was expecting it. We always swore we would fight for each other, fight for the relationship, fight for our fucking love but he didn’t want too anymore. He didn’t want me anymore, and i can say with all my broken heart that killed me. It’s the worst thing to wake up happily in love and then go to bed broken because you’ve lost the reason why you even got up that day. He said he lost feelings, but I can’t place when. When did he lose feelings? With all of that sweet talk, the kisses, the texts, the calls, the hugs, everything and at some point he somehow started to lose feelings. And it hurt and surprised me so much because everyone knew that he was crazy about me. I saw parts of him that he would never dare to show anyone, we were so comfortable with each other and we allowed each other into our hearts but for some reason he just didn’t want that anymore. I can not place that all in my head, how you can suddenly lose interest in something you once loved. And it wasn’t like the hurt stopped there, no a month later he found himself with another girl. Making all the memories, the love, the jokes, that we were once doing. And the weirdest thing is, everyone around him can see that he doesn’t love her. Not the way he loved me at least. And i can’t seem to process the thought of why you would throw away a diamond for a fake one. Why would you throw away your perfect girl for someone who doesn’t even come close? Fuck, she’s not even pretty and yet i feel like i have to compete with her. And every month goes by, and they are still going strong and for some reason my brain still can’t process it. I still can’t believe that he’s moved on from me because love doesn’t just go away. You can’t just get rid of love because you don’t want it anymore, feelings don’t leave when you ask them too. So what is he doing with her when he can be with me? I’ve never been the girl to wait for someone, i always want to try with everyone but for some reason i am constantly drawn to him, as if he’s truly made for me and i think he is. I think he’s the love of my life and maybe i’m just not his. But when you love something you don’t just let it go, you fucking fight like crazy for it and i can promise everyone i would never go down without a fight. Okay maybe he’s happily in love with her, but what about me? What about my love for him? That doesn’t just go away, that doesn’t get excluded so fuck society and their expectations. Fuck everyone who thinks i won’t succeed. I know what I want, and i’ve never been so determined to get it.

Guilty Pleasure (4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Angst (sorry for any errors I’m like half asleep. And sorry it took so long, finals are kicking my ass rip)

Word Count: 2,139

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by baehkkyun

You knew exactly what kind of game he was playing. Baekhyun had never been this loud when with a girl. He was attempting to make you uncomfortable, maybe, or possibly trying to show you what you’d lost. You refused to let him be right.

The following night you brought Yixing over to spend the night. Maybe it was cruel to use him in your game but your mind was so clouded with anger because he had slept with another girl when claiming that he was in love with you.

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I saw so many “anti-noorhelm” posts lately that I just have to say something.

I have to remind you of all the good things about William (probably I forget about something, but you got the point)

  1. Yes, he was fuckboy. But he changed. For her. Because he wanted to be with her. At the end of s2 he was completely different person than before.
  2. Remember when Jonas and Chris P get into a fight? And what William said back then? That he would kill somebody who kissed his girlfriend. Because that’s who William is. He don’t want to feel and getting hurt. But when he cares he is loyal and lovely and amazing.
  3. He cares about his friends and this is very very important.
  4. He beat Yakuza guy, when this little shit called Iben per “Slut”
  5. He lost his sister for god sake! He’s family is a mess. He’s brother is psycho.
  6. He prepared blanket and cocoa for Noora
  7. He can play guitar
  8. He offered Noora his bed. He wanted to sleep on a sofa because he knew sleeping with him could be awkward for her
  9. He wanted to make her breakfast
  10. He was with his friends on a spring break but he still thought about Noora
  11. He told her about Jonas and Isabelle
  12. He missed her
  13. He was heartbroken when Noora said she doesn’t like him
  14. This smile when she kissed him? OMG I live for that smile! He was so happy she’s finally his.
  15. This whole scene in bed? They were fucking adorable and so happy and everyone who thinks different must be completely blind!
  16. He tried to protect her from his stupid psycho brother
  17. Noora told him about her family. And he supported her. And it was important.
  18. Okay, he was horny. But he’s a boy! Teenage boy! It’s normal. 
  19. He kept their relationship in secret, because Noora wanted it and he wanted to make her happy even when he thought she should tell Vilde about them.
  20. He challenged Noora. He made her see that there are always two side of the same coin. And that’s good. People need people. People learn from other people.
  21. He doesn’t gave up on her when she pushed him away after “bottle accident”
  22. He didn’t want to spend his russ buss time with friends, knowing that something is wrong with her; She was the most important thing for him
  23. When she had a panic attack he just hug her. He hold her until she calmed herself. He made her feel safe, loved and he just lay with her with his arms around her. 
  24. He didn’t check her facebook when he had an opportunity; he believed her and trusted her
  25. He wrote fucking amazing article for her
  26. He made her get out of bed and go to Eva’s.
  27. He loves her.
  28. He was going to come for her at any time when she was at Eva’s house
  29. He told her about his family; He opened himself for her
  30. He was angry but he still talked to her because he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye
  31. He was an asshole during this conversation because being rude was his shield for so many years. Yet he came back for Noora because he’s changed. He wanted to be a douche bag like he always was but he couldn’t. He’s not the same person. He needs Noora and want to be happy.
  32. He felt guilty for Nikolai’s behavior
  33. He confessed his guilt on police station
  34. He is totally adorable
  35. He doesn’t deserve so much hate

Often I hear opinion that because of William, Noora stopped being herself, independent and strong. Well bullshit! He didn’t changed her. She just showed her other face: very soft and broken. Seriously, she hasn’t had an easy life. Unloving, lonely, probably with eating disorder. And she wasn’t talk about it with anyone. She kept everything inside, pretending that she is okay. She never was. William didn’t changed her. He figured her out.
He showed her she doesn’t always has to be perfect, that she can break down and he’s not going to judge. That it’s okay to trust someone and that he loves her defects as much as everything else. He made her feel comfortable and loving and safe. 

And I can’t believe he could have another girl in London. 

And I hate Thomas that he left and ruined my Noorhelm.

And I am sorry for my English, but it’s not my native language.

I guess that’s all.

Anyone agree? 

To any girl who is going through a breakup,

I loved this boy to pieces, and I miss who I was when I was with him. But I am not that girl anymore, and he’s found a new girl to love. He’s broken up with me twice now, and I’d like to say that if he came back out of the blue I would turn him away and say he’s missed his chance, but in all honesty I would take him back with open arms, I would tell him that my heart is still his. But that’s not going to happen, and I’m not going to wait around for it. I’m also not going to wait around for someone else to show me that I can do better, because I know I can. In the mean time, delete this boy on snapchat, delete him on instagram, delete him on twitter, unfriend him on Facebook if you need to. Don’t do this the second he leaves you, give yourself time to grieve. Don’t delete your pictures of him, it was a part of your life and trying to pretend he never happened isn’t going to do you any good, because you can’t delete the memories. Give yourself time, look back at the pictures if you need to, grieve. Now here comes the hard part, when you find yourself checking his social media daily, delete him. Don’t let him waste your time. I know it hurts baby girl but you have to love yourself like you want him to love you. Don’t base what love is off of what he gave you. He gave me secret interlocked hands under the table at dinner and he gave me forehead kisses after church, he gave me “I love you to the moon and back” and he gave me a shoulder to cry on even when he didn’t know why. But one day someone is going to give me another signature sweet nothing and someone is going to give me warm feelings again when I meet their family for the first time. But like I said, don’t wait around for him. Right now, give yourself kind words, give yourself warm tea, give yourself dates to the aquarium, date yourself honey. It’s hard not to wait around for a boy to give you this extraordinary love, but find love in other places. Find it in nature, find it in friends, find it in yourself.

The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Only You

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Request: can i request a scenario where vampire!baek loves you but he also loves another girl so you had enough of him and left him but he ends up finding you. Happy ending pls thank you!!!

Genre: Vampire!AU / Angst / Fluff

Member: Baekhyun


You were tired of it. Tired of feeling like you weren’t enough for him. For Baekhyun.

You’ve been like this for far too long now and you were sick of it. 

You knew Baekhyun loved you a lot. He made sure that he showed you that, but you weren’t the only one that had his love and it hurt you so much that sometimes you felt like you couldn’t even breathe. Yet you had stayed by his side for so long in hopes that maybe one day you would be the only one in his eyes. 

But it seemed like life wasn’t fair enough to give you what you wanted most.

Each night you would anxiously wait in hopes that it would be you that Baekhyun would be seeing instead of her. 

However, there is only so much heartbreak and disappointment that one can take and everybody reaches a breaking point. This was yours. 

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Bloom — Part II — Autumn

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower

Bloom: Part I

Over the next few months, Harry had become quite the regular customer in her little store. He visited often, sometimes without even buying anything, and she was pleased that they’d become friends. She still didn’t have many of those around the area, and it was always a nice surprise when Harry stopped by to see her.

They most often talked about his dating life.

He stopped by the store every time he took a girl out for the first time, which was a lot recently. He’d finally been given a break after touring and doing promotion for his first album, and he took it as a chance to have fun and stay close to home for a little while. Dating was something that he hadn’t done properly in years, and he thought, why not?

So far he’d been on eight first dates, and he’d purchased flowers from her every single time. Lilies, to be exact, and every time he would fill him in on what had happened with the last girl he’d seen. They were all lovely, and he didn’t bash them by any means—but it was nice to have a friend to talk to about it all.

On one night in particular, she was just about to close up the shop when she heard the bells ringing.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” she called out from behind the counter, tucking one of the encyclopedias away that she’d been reading up on that day.

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beneath the haze (part i)

A/N: this concept is based on a request for shawn having a few “friends with benefits” so to speak, but there’s one girl he can’t stop thinking about. Enjoy!
word count: 5480
warnings: smut at the end

He’s not, you know, a womanizer. At least, he doesn’t think he is, anyway. These girls are his friends, after all. And they know about each other. They know Shawn is never in one place for long. They know he’s busy, but lonely. They know he doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep.

So having a few friends with, uh, benefits, you know, is the best solution. He trusts them all for this, he’s known them long enough. He knows (at least he thinks he knows) that they’re only interested in casual anyway. That’s why it works.

He’s always made friends easily enough, so of course he has friend groups across the world. He’s not bragging, that’s just how it is. Whether it’s Toronto, LA, NYC, or Europe, he has a group to fall into.

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somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 5

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they? 

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe 

Warning: yes, mature language & themes

Inspired by this song


Nothing had ever compared to the emptiness she felt inside. She was absolutely sure that she felt her heart break at his harsh words. Her throat felt permanently closed and she felt like she couldn’t breath. It felt like there was a rock in her stomach where there were once butterflies.

Regret washed over her as she replayed the heart wrenching moment over and over again. How could she have been so foolish? What did she think would happen? A small part of her hoped that once they kissed and her lips returned to their familiar home that things could go back to normal. How could she have been so naive? Nothing was ever going to go back to normal because there never was a normal.

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He seemed perfect, almost unreal, and I suppose that was the cruelest part about him, it was the devastation that occurred when I realized that, he wasn’t perfect, and that those same eyes, that would look at me like I was the only hope, were looking at another girl that way, a prettier girl, a girl that didn’t have so much to fix. I guess I had my chance, but then again, so did he, and no matter how many times I say that it’s my fault, that I was the stupid one, I will never truly blame it all on myself, because he is the one who walked out too soon, so soon that he never even got to see that he never had to fix me, cause I was in the midst of fixing myself, he never got to see me heal myself, to witness a miracle, that was in his honor.
—  A.S. - excerpt from a book I’ll never write // to see me heal //

quavoswifeee  asked:

131 with Roman reigns please🖤

#131- “You have a cold, you’re not dying.” (Roman Reigns)

From this drabble list 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

          “Babe.” Roman called. “Babe, help me. Baby, please. Help me.”

           I raced up the stairs from the living room sofa and into our master bedroom, where Roman laid wrapped tightly under the blankets on the large bed. The tissues littered the floor on his side of the room.

           “Yeah, Ro. You okay? Need more soup? Water?”

           “Water.” He answered with his tattooed arm stretched out towards me. “And your undying attention.”

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bearlytolerable-deactivated2017  asked:

For DWC: Human Emma explaining gravitation to Solas. Bonus if she provides examples.

For @bearlytolerable and @dadrunkwriting sorry if this little drabble was less sciencey than you were hoping for, but character wise I don’t think Emma would know a lot of the technical and in depth explanations, not about that at least.  So I went with a way she could show him that I figured most people in our world would be aware of ;).  

Emma crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back on the corner of his desk.  At least he was sitting so she didn’t have to stare up at him as she spoke.  She always managed to hold her ground well enough but that didn’t mean it was particularly easy when he was towering over her.

“Solas, why would I lie about this?  I’m telling you if you drop a ball of steel and a ball of wood that are the same size they will both land at the same time.”

He gave that huff of indignation he did so well, “That is preposterous.  You are… what is the term you use?  Pulling my leg.”

“It’s gravity.”  

“You can make up as many words as you like—”

“Ugh, I am not making up words.  If I were to jump down from where Dorian is—”

“Why would you—”

“I wouldn’t just… I’m giving you an example.  So, shut it.”  She waited to see if he would resist but he simply leaned back in his chair, steepling his hands before giving her a nod.  “If I jumped from where Dorian is I would fall and land here right?  I would not simply float, correct?”

She paused and when he didn’t speak she raised a brow.  He copied her expression before saying, “Oh I apologize, I thought I was to shut it.”

“You. are. Impossible.”  She straightened and started out of the rotunda.  “I’m going to talk to Ivy before this turns into a thing.”

There was no more talk of it until several days later, at which point she had completely forgotten the conversation.  Emma was out working in the herb garden when a shadow fell over her.  She looked up, covering her eyes with her hand, to find the familiar lank of Solas looking proud of himself.

“What’s with the—”

“I have the balls.”

She paused, tilted her head, “I’m sorry, you have the what now?”

“Your balls so that you may show me this theory of yours.”

“My… what?”

The smile fell and his brows furrowed, “You have forgotten already?  One wood and one steel.  This thing you were talking about… gravity, was it?”

“Ooohhhh,”  Understanding dawned on her and she stood, wiping the dirt on her leggings, “You actually had them made?”


She couldn’t help when the corners of her mouth twitched up, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.  Come, let’s find somewhere to drop them where we won’t hit someone in the head.”

They found themselves up on Skyhold’s fortress walls in a corner without any traffic.  They would go unobserved and not risk hitting anyone in the process.  Solas glanced down as he felt the weight of the balls in his hands.

“You want to drop them or shall I?  Either way it is key they are dropped at the same time.”

His eyes came up to meet hers and he smirked,  “What shall we wager?”

She laughed and shifted putting a hand on her hip, “Oh I don’t think you want to do that on this one.”

“I believe I do.”  He played at thinking on it for a moment before he said, “Loser will be bound and winner may do what they wish to them tonight.”

She raised a brow, “You want to tie me up?  Or do you want to be tied up?  Either way, this seems like it is a wager where we both win no matter.”

He continued to smirk, but his attention shifted to look down at the ground below, “It is agreed then?”

“I agree.  Are you dropping them then?”

“Why?  Would you rather my balls be in your hands?”

At least she managed to keep the giggle down that threatened to bubble out, “This is science and should be taken seriously, now get to it.”

“Eager to lose are you?”

“No.  Eager to win actually.  Then I can have my way with your balls as much as I like.”

A chuckle as he held both hands out over the edge, “Impatient, woman.  On the count of three then?”

“Very well, one. Two. Three.”

He opened both hands at the same time and they both watched as the two balls fell to the earth.  At the same speed.  Directly next to each other.  Until they both fell into the dirt giving out little puffs into the air on impact.  At the same time, as she knew they would.

“Well,” a pause, “that was… unexpected.”

He was looking down at the ground still and she reached out.  Her fingers brushing along his jaw and forcing him to look at her, “Tell me Solas.  Should I use leather bindings or silk?”

Jughead & Reader: Wake Up Call

Summary: You and Jughead used to be best friends but when he and Betty started dating, the two of you lost touch. One night you get a call that Betty broke up with Jughead and he’s not handling it well. You reluctantly go to help your old friend but realize that you feel something more for him.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Grapevine Fires - Death Cab for Cutie

It was hard to imagine that months ago he had been your best friend. He was the one you went to if you were heartbroken, upset, angry, or bored. He was the one who cheered you up, the one who lifted your spirits, the one who made you really feel alive and loved. He cared about you deeply. 

But all of the love and care he had to give shifted to another person. A girl who you thought was more beautiful than you, a girl who was so different from him that it could work, a girl who was everything you weren’t. Maybe that’s what he wanted after all. 

While you were hurt that your friendship faded to casual, meaningless nods in the hallways, you knew there was nothing you could do about it. If you confronted him about the way he was acting, you’d come off as jealous. You were but you didn’t want everyone else to think so. You’d rather bottle it up than confront someone you care about, possibly hurting their feelings. It was wrong and wasn’t fair to you, but it was the road you decided to take. 

Sitting in your normal spot underneath the oak tree that shaded all of the picnic tables, you spotted them. They were sitting together at their own table, smiling and laughing. Jughead just said something funny and undoubtedly witty, causing Betty to roar with laughter. His arm was around her shoulders and she leaned into him with a grin. He kissed her head and let her eat some of the chips he was snacking on. It hurt you to see how happy they were together. 

“You alright?” Val asked when she sat by your side with her music notebook. The two of you sat together at lunch most days because you not only enjoyed one another’s company but because you were both quiet. It gave her a chance to work on her music and you a chance to read and observe the other students at school. 

Nodding your head, you closed your book and looked at her. “I’ll be fine,” you told her. It didn’t convince her in the slightest but she knew better than to pry. If you were willing to speak up about something, you would. 

“I heard them arguing in the student lounge earlier,” she informed you while retracing some faded eighth notes. “I don’t know what it was about but Betty seemed pretty mad at Jughead.”

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My Heart, It Beats for You

college au with Dowoon pls? ❤

Originally posted by dowoonbiasedtbh

The stress of work and assignment deadlines is enough to turn any student insane in this day and age. It’s hard enough to cope without the emotions and hormones whizzing inside of your body and bursting with new feelings and experiences. It was like the world and your body was against you, but your worst enemy of all was your heart.

Your heart is your worst enemy because it makes you fall for someone you’d only ever considered your best friend until this point. It was your heart that beated fast whenever he weaved his long fingers through his locks of dark hair, it was your heart that pounded when your hands brushed when you walked side by side. It was your heart that thumped so loud when he stood close to you, it was like a drum beat, and you often wondered if the beat was audible to others.

Bu as far as you were concerned, the object of your affection was blatantly unaware, and continued to love in his stress free, crush-less life.

You say crush-less, but Dowoon was more turning heads than an idol in the streets of Seoul. He’s popular in the college, and it seems your heart isn’t the only one that beats for him. Males and females alike are charmed by his mere presence, and that wink he graces them with is enough to make the best willed person to faint.

But to all of them, Dowoon is simply a pretty face, and well, a very pretty body. But to you? Well, you know him better than himself at times. It pains you to be like this but for him to still swerve in other directions. How was it that you were perfectly suited to each of his needs yet he still always chose someone else? It seemed like he’d rather chose a stranger than someone who knows everything there is to know, someone that is willing to put up with him and love him for who he really is.

He’s so nonchalant, but at the same time so misleading. He’ll tell you he loves you but then wraps another girl around his little finger, he’ll say he doesn’t like it when other guys flirt with you yet he’ll pull his smoothest talks on girls in the halls.

You consider banging your head against the counter as alcohol swirls down your throat. It hadn’t been like this when you first walked in, you’d arrived with your friends and full of happiness until you saw some girl wrapped under Dowoon’s arm and now you wanted nothing more than for the universe to delete you from it.

“I can’t believe you still like him. It’s been like, what? Three years by now? You need to stop sulking over him” A voice interrupts your chain of thought, and you found yourself glaring at your best friend, Wonpil.

“I’m not sulking.” You respond snappishly as he takes a seat beside you at the bar, ordering himself some fancy alcohol you didn’t care to ask about.

“You’re definitely sulking.” he smirked, “I don’t see what the big deal is, why can’t you just confess to him, it’s clear he already likes you.”

“If he liked me then he wouldn’t be with her” You averted your eyes to glance at them. Your eyes met Dowoon’s as he hugged the girl, watching you from over her shoulder but he was quick to look away. You turned back to Wonpil and sighed.

“I think I’m going to just go home and have an early night.”

“What? You’re going to give up already?” Wonpil continued to smirk, but you didn’t see what was so amusing. You had the impulse to slap it straight off his stupid face. Perhaps that was the alcohol just mixing with your frustration.

“I’ve already lost, there’s no point.” You sigh, hopping off the bar stool. You felt a warm hand grasp your wrist and you looked back at Wonpil, who also slid off his stool, hovering a good distance of height above you.

“I think I know how you can get his attention, if you really want to try one more time. I wouldn’t want you go down without a fight.”

You rolled your eyes but decided it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Okay, what do you suggest?”

“Kiss me.”

You almost choked on air.


Wonpil exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, “Do I really have to explain this, {y/n}? If you kiss me, then he’ll get jealous and hurrah, you have yourself a Dowoon.”

“And what if that doesn’t work and he doesn’t really care, how do we justify kissing then, smartass?” You hissed at him as he pulled you closer by the wrist.

“Blame it on the alcohol. And besides, a lot of girls want to kiss me, it’s hardly surprising that you would want to, too.” He spoke quietly, and his lips were close. You felt a wash of embarrassment redden your cheeks. This didn’t feel right, to be with Wonpil like this, but he was right, you may as well take it as a last resort if you’re going to give up anyway.

You rose your chin and moved your lips closer to his, he moved back slightly, smirking at you teasingly. “Come and get me.” He winked, running his tongue along his lower lip.

You moved more forcefully, pushing your lips against his before he could retreat. Even though you kissed him, he was the first to respond, brushing his rougher lips against your soft ones. Wonpil was still holding your wrist, but the other free one was soon to be grabbed, except this time, it wasn’t Wonpil.

You felt a force pulling you away, you opened you eyes as you were dragged back, and the last thing you saw before turning in the direction you were being pulled was Wonpil waving at you, a flick of his eyelid to wink at you.

When you turned to the source of you pull, you noticed Dowoon. He finally stopped dragging you when you stepped outside the bar.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, his voice gravelly.

You looked up at him, catching the fire in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he was grasping your wrist much tighter and Wonpil’s half hearted grab.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded.

“You and him!” Dowoon suddenly snapped, making you jump slightly. “Why the hell were you all over him?”

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be?” You asked him, refraining from snapping, but you were surely feeling the bubble of rage inside your gut.

“Because he’s no good for you, that’s why!” Dowoon threw his arm up in frustration.

“And who said you could be the judge of that?” You threw your arm in the same animated way, “Who are you to tell me that I can’t kiss whoever I fucking want? I could get out of this place with him if I wanted to and you have no place to stop-”

Your words were cut short by his lips. Your heart thumped loudly. He was kissing you. Dowoon was kissing you.

Wonpil’s kiss had acted as a last resort, something you felt as though you had to do. But this? It was passionate, and your knees were shaking beneath you. Dowoon pulled you in roughly by grasping your hips, and your palms rested on his shoulders to prevent you from falling. His lips were like fireworks, and the sensation inside of you was like sparks. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

When he pulled away, you expected to look back into his fiery eyes, but no such expression lingered anymore. He seemed regretful, perhaps a little guilty. It was as though reality had suddenly just hit him. He’d always been one to act before he thought.

He opened his mouth to speak, and for some reason, you expected him to apologise. He didn’t.

“You shouldn’t kiss other people, {y/n}. It hurts me.”

You scoffed, “That’s all you have to say to me?”

He sighed, “Don’t kiss other people {y/n}, I mean it. From now on, I only want you to kiss me. I’m sorry I’m not very good at expressing how I feel, but you mean the most to me. Those other girls? They were a distraction, I didn’t ever think I could ever confess to you so I tried to move on… I couldn’t”

He smiled at you this time, but it was fill of sorrow, and you wanted nothing more than for that smile to disappear and never come back. Seeing him in such a distressed state made your heart shatter. You pulled him into a hug.

“You’re such an idiot, you should have told me.” You tell him, you can hear him chuckle as he wraps his arms softly around your waist.

“I didn’t think.”

“Since when did you think anyways?” You asked him, pulling your head back to look at him in the eyes. They were glittering now, no fire, no sadness, they were content. You were running on adrenaline by this point, you head spinning so fast you could barely think in this moment yourself.

“That’s not the point.” He laughed, “So… Wonpil, you and he aren’t-”

“No!” You cut into his words, pulling a face of mock disgust. “No, that was just… look, I don’t see him like that. We’re just friends, and I was jealous of you, and I’ve had far too much to drink.”

Dowoon smiled, looking down before looking back at you again. “So… You’ll forgive me for being a prick and let me be yours?”

You smiled, “I don’t have a choice but to accept. My heart, it only beats for you.”


Summary: Your first encounter with Cole since he came. An emotional roller coaster ride follows after he asks another girl to dance.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! It’s a little too deep and emotional. Hope you’re okay with that ._. I loved writing it :)


“Wow, the view is still spectacular,” Cole exclaims

Not too long ago, he snuck into your dorm to wake you up so you two could climb the Kingsville Hill like you did when you were young.

You roll your eyes as your ignore his statement and retort him back with a question, “How did you even find my room?”

Cole looks at you like it was the most normal thing in the world to sneak into the girls’ dormitory.

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before,” he winks. You scoff.

After all these years, he’s still got it. Yeap.

You turn away from him and focus on the spectacular view before you.

The good old hilltop, the Filgirtz river between the two Kingsville mountains , the sun about to rise, and a certain Cole Sprouse next to you.

Just like old times.

You still remember how much you looked forward into early morning adventures with Cole. Starting the day with the person you ‘loved’ was something you missed.

It feels so weird having him here. It’s like he never left. It’s like the two years without him were just a blur and he’s here.

“So (y/n),” He smiles at you, “How have you been?”

Your eyes flutter as reflect back on the two years you spent trying to get over him, the hardest two years.

“I’ve been great,” you happily reply,” How about you, some big shot now huh?”

“Haha, so you’ve watched my show!”

“Errgh..,” you think of some excuse,”Well,”

“Oh my god, (y/n). I can’t believe you!”

“Cole, chill. You know me. I’m don’t watch TV a lot. Besides, school has been..” you nervously blurt out things you don’t even mean. I mean, how could you possibly explain to him how seeing him on TV hurt so much?

“I get it,” he happily wraps his arm around your shoulder,” Oh look, the sun is rising.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden gesture. You know it doesn’t mean anything.  But it feels nice. It really does.  You’ve lost count of the number of sunrise and sunset you watched whist wishing he was with you.

“I’ve you missed you, (y/n)!”

“Me too.”

Maybe you never really got over him. Maybe you just learnt to hide your feelings. Maybe your feelings never left- because the way I see it, you still look at him the same way you did when you realized you were in love with him.


During breakfast, Cole makes quite a statement by sitting next to you.

“Hey, that’s my-” Wendy protests. “Why don’t you sit next to Kj over there?”

Wow, Cole just made an offer she couldn’t refuse. Wendy happily makes her way towards KJ.

“(Y/N), Do you think we have any common classes today?”

You shake your head,”Nope, the summer program is different from the regular classes.”

“Dang it, I was thinking you could introduce me to some of your friends!”

You roll you eyes,”Go away, Cole. I’m trying to eat.”

He snickers, “Hey,” he puts your hair behind your ear,”You hair was a lot lighter when you were young.”

Don’t do that Cole. Don’t.

“Don’t do that, Cole.” Wait did you just blurt that out.

“Do what?

Playing with my heart.

“Playing with hair, idiot. I pay good money for this,” you joke.

He scoff and gets up,”See you later, kiddo.” he brushes your hair abruptly obviously with the intention of messing it up.

This boy has no idea what he does to my heart.


You’re really excited for the Dance class today. One, because you’re really excited to see Cole. It really never gets old! He makes you feel like you’re 15 all over again. You can’t even seem to remember what you went through when he left. You’re just happy he’s here again. Also, the fact that he wanted to see the sunrise with you on his first day of return..makes you feel special.

Maybe this is fate’s way of giving us another chance, you think.

The moment you enter the class, you’re met with the sight of Cole surrounded by 5-6 girls. Ugh, he’s still the old Cole.

You roll your eyes at the sight and head to your seat.

“Hey, (y/n), right?” Cole’s red-headed friend comes over to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about the other day. I had to run,”

“Clearly,” he jokes

You laugh, “Haha, I’m (y/n).”

“Very nice to meet you, (y/n). You can call me KJ.”
“Nice to meet you as well, Mr KJ.”

KJ seems like a really cool guy. He keeps you distracted from Cole for a while. He doesn’t a good job at it though. It’s not his fault that YOU’VE been in love with the same guy for over 3 years. Obviously, your jealousy is going to act up.

“Aw, I see what’s happening here,” exclaims KJ


“You’ve got the hots for Sprouse!”

You scoff, “I SO DON’T!”

“Please, you’ve been staring at that direction for like idk,”
You hit his arm,”You’re so annoying, it’s nothing like that!”

He chuckles,”I was just playing with you, jeez.  You’re cute when you get flustered.”

You shoot him a look,” Annoying.”

“Hello class!,” Mrs Hurley makes her entry. KJ goes back to his front seat.

“Now today,” she begins,” We are going to choose partners for ya’ll”

Everybody looks at each other excitedly. Your eyes find Cole. He’s obviously excited.

“I’m going to give you 10 minutes, only 10 minutes. Within this 10 minutes, find yourself a partner. Gather up your guts and ask the girl/boy you like to be your dance partner! Don’t be shy, this is your final year. Otherwise, I will be choosing the partners for you all.”

Definitely not the latter.

During the  first two minutes, the atmosphere was filled with tension as well as excitement at the same time. You could literally see how everyone was mentally preparing themselves to ask their crush to be their dance partner.

“I’m going to ask Alec,” says Wendy. “Who are you going to ask?”

You look at Cole, seated at the front row, he’s still joking around with KJ and some other friends.

“Cole?” Wendy gawks at you.

“I don’t know, maybe..”

“Seriously? Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“It’s not like that, Wendy.” You smile,”It’s different this time.”

“Hey, they’re coming here”

You turn away as soon as you notice KJ and Cole both making their way towards you.

“Talk to me, talk to me,” you instruct Wendy,” Pretend we’re having so much fun. HAHA YOU’RE SO FUNNY WENDY,”. It’s actually really cute to see you get all conscience around Cole.

“(y/n),” you hear someone call your name. Excitedly, you look up.

KJ Apa.

You turn around to search for Cole. You spot him at the corner of the room asking a blondie. Wow. The moment when you can actually feel yourself heart break.


“Yes, yes. Kj.” You try your best not to let your emotions get the best of you.

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?” he asks

“I would love to.” You lie through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go. I don’t think I’m feeling well,” you blurt and excuse yourself.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to lie down for a bit.”

You ask Mrs Hurley if you could get a pass for this class. She was adamant at first because you were one of her favourite dancers, but she let you go.


You should’ve let him go  long time back.

In 9th grade, when he said he would love to take you to the dance but asked another girl instead.

In 8th grade, when you saw him kiss Claire at the library.

When he decided that you weren’t a good enough reason for him to stay and not leave.

There were many incidents which you knew was your cue to let him go.

But you didn’t listen, you were too stubborn. But I guess we all are, when we’re in love. You never gave up on him, you never even thought of moving on because you always had hope. Only now do you realize that Cole will always be Cole.

It hurts.

It may not make any sense but then again, when does it ever?

This is the guy you loved all your life.

You’re aggravated, frustrated and hurt at the same time. You’ve always ben there for Cole more than any of his side chicks ever has- and he still doesn’t see you. He always leads you on with his pretty boy etiquettes.. but this is where it ends.

Staring back at you are all the things related to Cole which you had saved all these years. His 8th grade sweater which he let you wear and never asked back, the rose he picked while asking you to be his girlfriend, the bobbypin his mom used on you when you met her at a tea party, the ticket to the first movie you went to together, the notes he passed in between classes and many many more.

“Are you sure about this?” Wendy holds your hand tightly.

“I just,” you break down. Tears begin to roll down your face uncontrollably.

“There, there.” Wendy rubs your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“I feel so stupid, he wasn’t even mine to begin with,” you force a laugh.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”


“He doesn’t deserve it,” she blurts.


“Your love. He doesn’t deserve it. I know how you always defend him and say he’s not the one to blame because you never told him about your feelings but the way I see it, he should’ve already figured it out. I mean, c’mon, no girl would put herself through what you went through him. And he’s an ass for always settling for less. And I know how you go on about not having the right to feel bad or upset. Cmon, we’re all human. You have every right to feel hurt. You have every right to feel however you want to feel, damn it!”

“I think I loved him, you know?” you wipe your tear filled eyes. “I think I really did love him, because no matter what he did,no matter how many girls he hooked up with,  no matter how many times he falsely led me on, I didn’t stop loving him. And I don’t know if that makes me a complete nutcase or a hopeless romantic. I was just so blinded by the thought of us being together that I refused to see how much he was actually hurting me.   It was just that, when he was with me none of it mattered, you know? He was so different around me. Not the playboy the school knew. He always knew how to make me laugh, he kept me really really happy. Like, really really happy. And I was convinced that I would never be happy without him. I think that’s where I went wrong.”

“It’s time to let go, (y/n).”

You nod. “Yes, it’s time.” You reflect back on what happened earlier this morning. How he woke you up and caught the sunrise with you and you felt so special. You feel so stupid. Cole will always be Cole.

He will never notice me. He could talk to me, play with me, chase sunsets with me, but he’ll never notice me. And that’s how I know he’s not the one for me.

Besides, you can only let someone make you feel horrible about yourself, for so long.

Rolling your sleeves up, you look at your best friend and say,”Now, let’s dump this.”


You thought you would feel horrible after getting rid of his things but you actually feel liberated. Now that your heart has convinced your mind that Cole isn’t the one for you, he doesn’t seem that big of a deal anymore. It’s not like you’ve lost all 100% feelings for him but it’s easier now, knowing that you don’t have to worry about seeing him, not seeing him, talking to him, not talking to him.

None of it matter anymore now that you’ve  made up your mind to move on.

It’s almost dinner time . You make your way towards the dinning hall, eventually spotting Cole talking to some 2-3 girls at the side of the hallway.

You hear him call you but you decide to ignore it. He can’t always have his way with his girls and come back to you whenever he feels like it.

It doesn’t work that way, Cole.

“(Y/N), heading for dinner?” KJ meets you along the way.

“Yeah, you ?”

“Same, let’s go together.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Cole gawking at KJ and you. Probably just surprised at your sudden friendship.

At the dinner table, Cole and KJ sat across you. You ignored Cole the entire time. You refused to acknowledge his presence. Kate, the girl he asked for the dance sat next to him. You wanted to barf.

After dinner, Cole walked up towards you and before you could run away from him again, he started a conversation. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Of course. I was just going to my room,” you answered.

“Why do I feel like you’re ignoring me?”

“I’m not.”

Cole wasn’t convinced much but he nodded his head and said,”Hey (y/n), wanna go to the hilltop at 10?”

You take a deep breath and hold your heart together as you answer, ”No. Goodnight.”


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