i did it when i was so sleepy

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I'm very allergic, unfortunately. :( I did an allergy study; on their five point scale, I'm about a five, five being highly allergic. So I almost always have to take a Benadryl when I'm around cats because it's the only allergy medicine that works for me. My grandmother has a beautiful, sleek, black and white cat. She's a quiet soul and is very sweet. The medicine makes me very sleepy, so I lay on the couches and she'll lay beside my thighs as I drift off. :P I love cats so much. Allergies suck.

Oh man. That is a shame. :/ Glad you at least have Benadryl for your grandmother though.

Massages

4.2k of smut, I’m not even sorry

‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’ Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler than usual.

‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’

‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a face a mixture of pity and remorse.

‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She glared at him before leaving.

It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit properly without feeling it.

He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but at the end it’d only worsened it.

***

‘It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a chair at the eighth year common room.

‘Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. ‘I do, but… who exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’

'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair products’ Pansy smirked.

'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’

Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’

'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.

Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.

'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’

Hermione gave her a little smile.

'He owes he a favor’

Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.

'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’

***

'Tell me how amazing I am’

The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco in the same position.

'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately. 'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’

'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go on, tell me how amazing I am’

'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d brought before. 'What-’

'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his cheeks.

'There’s no need for that’

'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.

A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.

'C'mon in!’

'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’

'Harry, please, Pansy said-’

'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit- ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips as hard as he could to stop from screaming.

Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint Potter, who was panting by his side.

Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage, after everything, almost sounded funny.

Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.

Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.

'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid inside was thicker than water.

'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him to leave, that cocky bastard.

'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.

'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy gaping at him.

'Do you even-’

'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on the far end of the bed.

He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.

Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.

'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew, since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and stilled, realising what that meant.

And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.

'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat  when Potter squeezed and, even though his lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He exaled, relaxing into the matress.

Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.

'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.

He stopped shortly.

'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll need you to lower you trousers a bit.  

'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter just say?

'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.

'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the fuck was going on.

'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter better know what he was doing.

Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn         ’t be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got out of there.

Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy froze.

Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.

'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.

Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress, both hands on Malfoy’s hips.

'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.

'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could. Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked to say anything.

'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?

'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.

'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.

'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’

But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…

'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but felt his shoulders lose tension again.

'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.

Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was supposed to do.

'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and Draco scream.

And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.

Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum against the pillow.

'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.

Draco gasped.

Harry moaned low.

Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt his own cock twitching at that.

Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted.

Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above Malfoy’s left ear.

'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t imagining all that.

Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his jaw and started sucking there.

Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint any second.

The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he did…

His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them. The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, scratching the soft skin.

Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.

'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…

'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips. His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.

'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from where Harry could see them.

Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows, squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.

Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before, his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.

He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if anyone decided to come in.

Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.

'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in Draco’s skin.

Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue. Draco kept pushing  back, gasping as he did, completely out of control.

Harry had never done that before but the second he had laid eyes on Draco’s ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to get all those delicious sounds out of him.

Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.

'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’

Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.

Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat, more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.

The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking stared, jerking himself as he did.

Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair, having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.

'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance. Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’ he whispered against his ear.

'Fuck, fuck…’

'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry held his cock steadily as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.

Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working properly was something he didn’t know he had in him. He was blushing, panting, but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to take down, to fight against. But he was also his to consume, to bury himself into.

Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him. Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings around blown pupils.

'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade him with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago. And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full, so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull back.

He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His complex changed immediately.

'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched Harry’s back repeatedly.

His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was making those sounds.

The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.

Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s last thrusts too much to handle.

Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.

'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.

'Yeah’

'That was…’

'Yeah’

They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.

'You could… we- uh… we could…’

Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d like that’

***

Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he did.

'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’

Draco felt his face flushing immediately.

'He did! I just…’

'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his eyes from the book he had in hands.

His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t helping.

‘You owe me two favours now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.

‘What- Why two?’ Draco shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.

‘Because,’ She stuck up a finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’

Right that second Potter walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.

‘Hey,’ Potter stood awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess later?’

Pansy was shaking trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

‘Your dorm?’ Draco found himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoodie. The bastard blushed at Draco’s words, but nodded with a smile on his face.

He’d barely turned his back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.

‘And, I got you a cute boyfriend. Two favours!’

***

Ao3 

minnieooks-deactivated20180110  asked:

Okay I’ve been shawol as long as I can remember (I cried so hard today) but I want people to know that Jonghyun is such a sweet little pie He was so kind toward others he listened to their problems and would talk about it even if he would get hate for it... his music spoke for himself on what he was feeling (he was very down to earth) I want him to be loved so much because he was so loving towards everyone just like the puppy he is 💛💛 He put people before him ❤️

My condolences to you dear and the warmest hug I can give  ❤️

Jonghyun was one of the kindest people I saw and I am not even exaggerating.  What broke me apart the most was thinking of all the people he helped but how no one could save him … He chooses well his words and knows how to ease the pain of others. I am going to share some of his beautiful songs and lyrics in his memory that will never sound the same to me after today. And yes his music spoke for himself … too bad I only realize it now …

Just Chill HERE

“Sometimes, I wanna be alone, in my empty room
I wanna lay in bed and not think about anything
Sometimes, I wanna push back all the things
that suffocate me and be quiet
Sometimes I get scared, am I gonna be forever alone?
Everyone thinks it’s a waste but it’s not too bad
I’m gonna be lazy in my quiet room all day, oh
Only gonna sleep”

‘Just chill’ is one of the songs I listened to when it rained. I loved being in a car driving back home while it was playing. I used to think it was just a song about being lazy someday and needing some alone time.but now …

Gloomy Clock HERE (A song he composed for IU) 

I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
at this time, I’m depressed
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
what time is it now? 11:30
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
the gloomy clock ticks
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
why did I eat the ramen? I probably gained weight
It’s raining, it’s raining,
making things sticky, it keeps raining
I’m sleepy, I’m sleepy,
I’m too lazy to do anything

This was the song I listened to when I was reading a book while sipping some tea. It felt so calming and their voices brought peace to my ears. Today just reading how many times the word depressed is written makes me out of words.

1000 HERE (It does have a special meaning to me because of the date it was released)

1, 2, 3, another day quickly passes
1, 2, 3, tomorrow is already almost here
Pressing down on my shoulders,
pinning down the shadows
I need a place to comfortably rest

“Hug me, lean on my shoulder
Have strong trust in me”, you know that saying?
I know even though you don’t say it
That is very touching but
Please tell me even if you know

I listened to this song during my birthday and fell for it. It holds many memories. His voice and the lyrics made it turn like a virtual hug. 

Lonely HERE (Ft Taeyeon)

Baby I’m so lonely so lonely
I feel like I’m alone
I don’t want to make it obvious to you
I’m used to just holding it in
Understand me

This is a song about a lonely love, but … now I cry at “I am used to just holding it in”. Also, I always thought he had a genius voice. You can put him with anyone and he will not only sound angelic but make the one singing with him seem even more appealing. A voice that does not compete but marries any voice and makes it shine gloriously.

I’m Sorry HERE 

Look at us in our memories for a moment
You and me, the two of us inside good memories
We’re laughing, we’re crying
We’ve shared so many moments together

What kind of memories are you left with?
Was I really that indifferent towards you?
I want to ask you, I want to know
Am I really the only one left with good memories?

It feels like I’m always alone
The stories you told me
I thought you were just whining
I thought you always felt the same as I do
Walking the same road as you, feeling the same way as you
Inside my delusion, inside my head, you looked happy

I was bad, I was awful
With my selfish ways until the end
I was awful, you’re still struggling
A happy memory only to me until the end

Don’t go, don’t leave
To you in my forgotten memories
Don’t go, please don’t leave me
You know I’ll collapse like this

You’re still struggling, I’m so awful
Sorry, I’m so sorry
You’re struggling a lot, am I the only one okay?
I’ll still apologize irresponsibly

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fine now, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I am sorry, I’m sorry

This is the song that expressed my feelings towards him tonight. When behind his smile he struggled and only now I realize his songs that I thought were a happy memory to me, some of them were a lonely cry that I didn’t hear. 

Diphylleia Grayi HERE (Skeleton Flower:  It turns transparent when it gets wet and dries white)

You’re a flower that becomes
transparent as you get wet
Our relationship, the white petal
becomes damp because of our remorse
Although, you’re transparent, you don’t disappear
When I can’t see you, I thought you aren’t even hurting
So what you couldn’t hold onto even though you knew
Actually hurts like being ripped apart, like dying
Because I’m drenched in tears
That blatant fault of mine can’t be seen now

This is one of the songs I consider a masterpiece. “When I can’t see you, I thought you aren’t even hurting … ”. Drenched in tears of his farewell I never thought a song I listened to because I found it simply stunningly pleasing will turn into a song that will hit me hard and will be Jonghyun giving me a life lesson even after he left. 

Even if the meaning of the lyrics changed for me, even if now his voice who used to be a soothing melody in the air feels like a beautiful sharp truth I didn’t know at this moment … I am sure that he will still be one of those artists whose songs I will play and love for a lifetime. His words, his existence, his actions were all encouraging. Even his last words on Instagram were ‘I pray you aren’t hurting’. How can we not be hurt when we lost you? And we should be the ones praying for you …

 Today the world lost a kind soul and inspiring man. December 18 will never be just another day. Again my condolences to his family, members, fans, and people who are just sad over this sudden goodbye. 

 May he find peace where he is now. RIP angel.

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I don't know who to turn to for help with this one, but I thought you might know what I'm talking about. There's a piece of prose floating around out there that I want to find. I can't quite remember it. Something about asking for water as a child not because you wanted it but because you wanted the person bringing it to you. A conversation between lovers. She asks for water at the end. I can't recall. I've searched everywhere. Do you have any clue? I'm sorry this is so disjointed. I'm lost.

“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”

–One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints

I just can’t get over how fucking salty it is of Spock to be like “tell McCoy he should have wished me good luck” as he’s fucking dying. Like i hope i reach that level of idgaf sass. I’m dying, but that bitch back talked so w my dying breath i say fuck you

But to add some angst on, Bones did say good luck, but as we all know he said it when Spock couldn’t hear him. And you can see Bones’ heart breaking when he realises Spock may well die believing that Bones doesn’t give enough of a shit to say two little words

BUT does Bones tell him then? “I did wish you luck, Spock. And I wish it all the more now.” FUCK NO Bones won’t be out done in this passive agressive war

Dating Mark would include

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Mark Tuan

- oh man oh man oh man
- the perfect sweetest boyfriend
- hand holding
- like the kind you only hear about in books and movies
- cute park dates
- hand holding
- back hugs
- pouty kisses
- playing with your hair
- watch out for Jinyoung
- that’s his baby
- it’ll be a battle for Mark’s attention
- like legit you’ll be waiting for him at practice and Mark’s being all cute and winking at you and shiiiiiii
- suddenly Jinyoung starts getting all buddy buddy w/ yo man
- making kissy faces at him
- “are you jealous, Y/N?”
- “I’m more of a Markson fan”
- You’re also in a relationship with Jackson
- “Y/N I got you somethi-”
- “AW MARKY POO YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE”
- “N-No no this is for Y/N-”
- “ #MARKSON4LIFE”
- “Jackson no that’s-”
- “WE’RE MEANT 2 BE”
- Honestly let’s face it, it’ll be you against the rest of GOT7 in a fight for Prince Charming’s heart
- I mean Mark
- same thing
- anyway
- you’re close w/ Papa Tuan and he h a t e s i t
- BABY PICTURES GALORE
- AND HE’S STILL JUST AS CUTE
- he’ll get back at you tho
- “hey Y/N you look so cute in this ladybug outfit”
- “what are you- gIVE IT TO ME WHERE DID YOU GET THAT”
- his laugh is the purest thing
- he can totally get away with calling you babe/baby
- especially in the morning
- when he’s spooning you and you’re trying to get up
- deep sleepy voice
- “baaaaabe stayyy”
- “I gotta gooo”
- “just 5 more minutes”
- his smile could bring world peace
- you’ll be in the audience supporting ur boy
- and he’ll see you
- bring you upstage and you’ll go along w/ it pretending to be a fan
- and he’ll kiss your cheek
- BAM everyone on earth envies you
- expect lots of videos
- of him just doing stupid and cute things
- when you’re sad he’ll just listen and be there
- and two minutes later just smother you in kisses and hugs
- he’ll make you feel so wanted and you’ll never feel alone
- speaking of being alone
- Mark + you being the cutest person in the world in his eyes
- HEH
- american boi knows how to move
- have you seen his floor grinds
- you’re the floor now
- w i n k
- ehEH
- honestly a relationship with this boy would be so
-p e r f e c t
- playing with your hair
- resting his chin on your shoulder
- trying different kinds of food
- you’re his princess
- he’s your prince
- he just loves you s o much
- sometimes you’ll have your days, and other times he’ll have his days
- but you know how to make each other happy and honestly I think that’s what makes you two so perfect

OH MY GOSH OK SO MY CAT JUST DID THE CUTEST THING

YOU KNOW THAT THING CATS DO WHEN THEY ARE SUPER TIRED AND THEY DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP SO THEY TUCK THEIR HEAD INTO THEIR PAWS LIKE THIS????

MY CAT LITERALLY JUST DID THIS A MINUTE AGO WHEN I WHISPERED HER NAME AS SHE WAS SLEEPING!!!!!!!

Then she proceeded to do that little “MRRRP” sound!!! I wish I would have gotten that on video, but I did get a picture!!!

Felix Lee as your boyfriend

A/N: Warning, this is going to be more humorous than romantic I apologize in advance

Chan // Woojin // Minho // Changbin // Hyunjin // Jisung // Felix // Seungmin // Jeongin

Originally posted by hyuunjins

  • You’re in for a wild ride dating this boy
  • It would just be a mess every single day
  • Sometimes he feels like more of a dumb best friend than a boyfriend
  • Then he kisses you and you’re like: “Oh right, we’re dating.”
  • Would giggle to himself every time you’re the one initiating skinship
  • Pretends to be all smooth and chill around you, but he is actually yelling on the inside
  • “They’re holding my hand, oh my god, stay cool, Felix.”
  • When in reality you’ve held hands like 50 times before?
  • He just never gets used to the fact that he is dating his favourite person
  • And you never get used to that you’re dating the weirdest, but most lovely boy in the world
  • Started jumping up and down when you agreed to go out with him
  • Then he tried to regain a somewhat normal state
  • “ *coughs* Uhm, yeah right cool, that’s cool.”
  • As soon as you leave the room he starts screaming and he immediately texts the group chat with his members about you
  • Would bring you to a pet store to look at baby animals
  • “That kitten is almost as cute as me.”
  • “I thought you were gonna’ say that I was the cuter one.”
  • “What no, you’re cute, but the third cutest – after me and the kitten.”
  • This is where you have permission to jokingly hit him
  • “Ouch! Kidding, I was kidding, you’re the second cutest, after me!”
  • You have to get used to him saying things like these, but he mostly does it for the laughs
  • We all know he thinks you’re the cutest one deep inside
  • (Okay, maybe the kitten is slightly cuter, but come on, it’s a kitten)
  • Would be extremely cuddly when tired
  • “Little did I know, was that when I took elevator to get to practice today, I really did get on the hellevator.”
  • “How was it meeting your brother the devil?”
  • “He was almost as awesome as me, but a bit more evil.”
  • Anyways, back to cuddling
  • He’d snuggle against you until he got completely comfortable
  • Sometimes he asks you if you can stroke his hair because he thinks it feels so nice
  • It gives him shivers at times, but he still wants you to keep going
  • Can of course get all love-dazed and serious sometimes, which is usually when he is sleepy
  • “You know all my insults are from love right?”
  • “I know, Felix.”
  • “Cause I do love you so much. You make me really happy.”
  • The type to sometimes ask for permission to kiss you, but other times he just steals them
  • Lights up when someone mentions your name
  • Loves to tell his members about your adventures together
  • You’d feed each other popcorn when watching a movie
  • He gets the most scared from horror films
  • He once knocked the popcorn bowl right up in the air from being startled
  • Other times he’ll hide under the blanket you’re sharing
  • “Felix, come back out, you’re gonna’ miss the storyline.”
  • “No. It’s warm and safe here.”

anonymous asked:

hello, do you mind me asking what happened with sleepy hollow? I only watched the first season lol

not at all! okay so first off, congratulations on escaping the train wreck early. second, there was a shitload of bs happening behind the scenes, 99% of which we are still in the dark about. the rest is under a cut bc damn.

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19 days/ Hanahaki Disease

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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.

It starts on a Monday.

Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.

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Got7 reaction: their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re falling asleep

Request:  Can you do a got7 reaction to their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re starting to fall asleep? Thanks in advance!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it lovely :)

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Mark: Is so touched that you’re helping him relax and will nuzzle his head into your chest, signalling you to carry on. He’d probably have a shy smile on his face that you can’t see. Sooner or later he’ll be fast asleep, and will feel refreshed in the morning as you helped him sleep so well.

“Thank you for being so caring of me, jagiya.”

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Jaebum: Would want to be the one playing with your hair, even though it relaxes him. He’d pull you close and play with your hair instead and you’d have your hands rested on his back as you both drift off to sleep together.

“Ahh, your hair is so soft~..”

Originally posted by wangpxppy

Jackson: Loves it so so much. He’s such an affectionate person and would appreciate how relaxed you’re making him feel. He’d hold you so tight and rest his head on your chest and tell you not to stop in his soft sleepy voice, while slowly falling asleep while listening to your heartbeat.

*half asleep* “Mmph, don’t stop, you’re so comfy.”

Originally posted by skythehotnugget

Jinyoung: Doesn’t have much of a reaction, he’s content with just letting you baby him until hes fast asleep, and will do the same to you the next night as a thank you.

“I didn’t know someone playing with my hair would make me so calm.”

Originally posted by little-jyp

Youngjae: Sunshine is so happy you’re playing with his hair. He’d love it when you did this and I think he’d have a reaction like Mark’s, but with more nuzzling and soft shy giggles. I feel like when you play with his hair, he’d want to lay on top of you with his head resting on your chest while looking up at you. Whenever you play with his hair everything gets 10x softer (and sleepier) 

“Another reason added to the list of why you’re perfect - you play with my hair”

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Bambam: Bam would act like he isn’t effected by it but you bet he is. He’d fight the urge to sleep just so he can see you try even harder to relax him. Deep down he’d find it really endearing and sweet that you’re helping him sleep well, but would make a sarcastic comment about it because this is Bambam we’re talking about.

“Are you trying to make my hair greasy or something?”

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: He’d either get really shy and blushy or just accept it and let you do what you’re doing. Either way he’d really like having you playing with his hair and he’d be asleep in no time.

“Jagi, is my hair really that soft?”

Originally posted by datyugyummy

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Word count: 2,981

Originally posted by shawndreaming


From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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I bet that Simon loved his first Fall with Baz.
I bet Baz introduced him to pumpkin scones with the really good icing, and Simon couldn’t stop eating them.
I bet his favorite thing to do was cuddle with Baz in front of the house’s big fireplace, staring at the flames or a book and enjoying each other’s company.
I bet he made Baz play Fall songs on his violin just so he could watch him, because Simon liked to look at Baz.
I bet he really wanted a dog.
I bet Penny knitted him a sweater for his tail, which made Baz laugh but he liked it anyway.
I bet he jumped in every leaf pile he saw, which drove Baz insane (but in a fond way).
I bet he dragged Baz in to every coffee shop they saw so he could try the scones.
I bet he loved wearing oversized sweaters as much as Baz loved seeing him in them.
I bet Baz showed him the wonders of Netflix and they watched Brooklyn Nine Nine and Sherlock while sipping hot apple cider, because Simon liked that better than hot chocolate.
I bet that Baz’s first Fall with Simon might’ve been his favorite part of his life.
I bet he loved the excuse to randomly curl up with Simon and just enjoy his presence, because that’s what he’d wanted to do ever since he met Simon.
I bet he lit the fireplace every morning just so he could see Simon’s sleepy smile when he saw.
I bet he wanted a dog as much as Simon did, but he knew the old house just wasn’t a good place for one.
I bet that he kept a space heater in his room so Simon wouldn’t catch a cold, but he did anyway.
I bet he liked to watch Simon more than he liked to watch their shows, but he never let on because Simon was so enthralled by the television.
I bet he bought Simon sweaters because he knew how much he loved wearing them.
I bet he painted little orange leaves on his violin because he thought they were cute, and Simon was shocked when he saw.
I bet he was amazed at the feeling of content that all of it brought him.

Bitch, I Might Be

Summary: Classic Dean helps Reader sleep plot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084

A/N: So, I couldn’t sleep last night or tonight. I was all spazzy (just ask @kclaire1 who got a really confusing email from me… oops!) and I don’t know why, so I decided to just write about it! It’s only three weeks into the semester and I think I’m going crazy. I wonder how insane I’ll be by midterms or finals. Also I think this is a gender neutral reader! (Of course my brain isn’t working so I might have missed something)


It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning and I’m cleaning the bunker’s kitchen. Why? No idea. I mean, Sam keeps it clean enough. The Winchesters aren’t slobs. Actually, they’re cleaner than I am. I’m the token dirty roommate in this trio.

Which brings me back to the question: Why the hell am I cleaning the kitchen at three a.m.?

Well, really, I should be asking the questions: Why the hell can’t I sleep? Where the hell did all of this energy come from?

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Saeran and V waking up with MC for the first time

Hey! Here are Saeran and V in addition to that Waking up with MC for the first time post. Sorry it took a while to answer, I wasn’t really inspired to do them, so… I’m sorry if this isn’t as cute as the original post.

Saeran

  • He wakes up feeling something tickling his nose.
  • Is his brother pulling that stupid prank he pulled on Yoosung? Does he have whip cream in one of his hands waiting to get splashed on his face?
  • For fuck’s sake, his brother is such an idiot and… oh, wait! That thing tickling his nose is your hair.
  • And Saeyoung isn’t here, but you are. Beside him. IN THE BED!
  • Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Have you two…? Are you… naked? No! He can’t look! He won’t look! No! No! No! Shit, he looks.
  • And you have your clothes on, so has he. Whew, what a relief!
  • Relief? Yeah, maybe a little, but… what if something actually happened? Would it be wrong? Bad?
  • Is he ready for this kind of intimacy? Is he ready to let himself get all of your affection? Does he deserve it?
  • He doesn’t feel like he deserves. Yes, the reason why you’re with him right now is because he had one of his episodes last night and you stayed to calm him.
  • It worked, apparently, as he actually slept. Well, that was new, he rarely has any sleep, he’s so scared of his painful dreams, he didn’t had any that night…
  • But… what about you? Are you okay with this? With him being like this?
  • “Saeran? Are you okay?” you rise your head and he feels his breath being taken away, your hair is a mess, you have bags under your eyes, and yet… you look beautiful!
  • “Y-Yes. I’m… I’m fine. I… am sorry for last night, MC, I…” “Don’t worry, it was all a nightmare, just rest a little more…” you make him nuzzle at your chest.
  • It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. Yet you stayed until he fell asleep. When did you actually get a chance to sleep that night?
  • He’s so self-conscious and worried, but… your heartbeat… is calming him down… he’s feeling sleepy again…
  • This isn’t a dream, this is real.

V

  • He wakes up with your breath against his chest.
  • It’s so calm and soothing and… wait, are you two actually cuddling?
  • How did this happen? Oh yeah… he remembers.
  • You two are camping in this beautiful mountain, he managed to bring you along so you could help him with the photos.
  • It was cold at night, really cold as the blankets you brought weren’t enough, so he suggested you two hugged to keep each other warm.
  • He chuckles remembering you clearing your throat in embarrassment, but it was very cold…
  • And you are very warm, indeed. And soft… and your hair smells like heaven and… how can someone be so perfect even at such a vulnerable state?
  • Or is the vulnerability that makes you perfect like this? He grew some afraid of vulnerability for some time after… well, you know
  • But right now, he wants to allow himself being vulnerable around you as much as you are around him.
  • He also wants having you in his arms like this every day and night, but… no, maybe that’s too much.
  • “Jihyun?” oh, your sleepy voice calling his real name… is he really awake? Isn’t this a dream? “Are you still cold?”
  • “A little, MC. Can’t you come a little closer?” you are too sleepy to feel flustered, so you just put your leg over his body.
  • He wasn’t really cold, but now he’s definitely shivering.

alec’s eyes flutter open, the warmth of the early morning sun settling against his skin. it’s still early, the quiet of the city makes that clear, and it’s a few slow moments later that alec becomes aware of the warm, solid form behind him.

he slowly becomes aware of the arm draped around his waist, the warm palm pressed against his stomach; aware of the way his legs are tangled with magnus’, aware of magnus’ breathing lightly tickling the back his neck, aware of magnus’ chest against his back. something warm and right blooms inside alec’s chest; he hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed this. 

magnus is obviously still asleep, his breathing even, and that washes over alec in a wave of relief. he knew magnus’ struggles wouldn’t disappear just like that, just because he’d voiced them, but alec thinks back to the four previous nights spent distantly aware of magnus’ restlessness and the four previous morning when alec woke up to on an empty bed, and knows that this right here is solid, real progress, that this is huge.

he knows he should check the time, knows the day ahead is going to be difficult at best, but he can’t bring himself to move, to disturb the rest magnus so desperately needs. the calm and content of the morning creep into alec’s body and lull him back to the edge of sleep, and that’s when he feels the barely there kisses against his shoulder.

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Period||Daniel Seavey||Imagine One♡

Summary:You get your period and Daniel takes care of you

Words:1301

Requested:No

Warnings:None

Just a cute little photo of Daniel:))


As your eyes fluttered open they adjusted to the dark room you were once fast asleep in, the light of the moon shining through the blinds that hung in the window hitting the wall directly across from it. You look beside you to see your boyfriend of two months sleeping soundly, with his arms wrapped around your waist while his head lays back on the pillow next to yours. His peaceful face causing a small smile to play on yours as the soft snores he was making fill the room. This was the first time you had ever spent the night at the why don’t we house and if this is what it felt like, waking up next to the boy you were falling for than you could defiantly get use to it. You turned your head to see the clock. The bright red letters causing hurt to flash in your eyes as they weren’t ready for something so bright.

4:52 am

You had felt a sharp pain hit your stomach. Deciding that you hadn’t ate much today you were probably just hungry you grabbed your phone and headed down the stairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up or cause anyone to get angry. You found an apple and a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting down on one of the bar stools and opened up twitter to see what you had missed in the four hours you had been asleep.

You were just cleaning up the remander of your midnight snack when a sleepy Daniel appeared in front of you.

“Danny baby, what are you going out of bed?” you asked walking closer to him, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist,laying his head in your neck, clearly still extremely sleepy.

“I got worried when I woke up and you weren’t there” He mumbled before placing a soft, sleepy kiss on your neck. Your heart melted right away, it was the little things like this that truly made you believe you were falling for him. Everyday he did something that made you feel so incredibly special.

You stood there for a second, swaying back and fourth still in his arms, when another wave of pain hit you, way stronger than before. Your knees when weak, Daniel noticed pulling his face away from your neck to come face to face with you again. Worry flashed through his eyes as they scanned your face which had “in extreme pain” written all over it.

“Lets get you back to bed, maybe its a stomach flew or something” He said, kissing your forehead before taking your hand in his and leading you back up the stairs. Still a little unfamiliar to the house you took out your phone and turned on the flash light, lighting up a pathway to Daniels room that you could both see.

The two of you walked into Daniels room when you both saw it, you stopped dead in your tracks and froze. The huge red stain that had taken up a large spot on Daniels bed sheets. You felt the tears start to form in your eyes, not only was this embarrassing, you had this horrible feeling that Daniel was going to get mad at you. This had only happened once before, with your ex and he had gotten angry and you felt the same way you did then. Venerable and scared.

Daniel turned to face you, his eyes flashing with worry and care. He pulled you into his chest and started rubbing your back as you closed your eyes and tried to stay claim.

“Im gonna go run you a bath, take off your clothes and Ill put them and the sheets in the wash. I think Christina leaves some girl products in Corbyns bathroom, Ill go find you some. Just sit down and stay put” He whispered, placing a kiss just under your ear before placing you on the bed and walking into the bathroom to start the bath water.

You sat there in shock, no one had ever been so sweet to you. No one had never taken care of you in such a loving and tender way. Daniel Seavey was honestly one of the most perfect guy in the whole world and he was yours.

He came back into the room a few minutes later carrying two boxes, one with tampons and one with pads, he walked into the bathroom and turned off the water once the bath was filled up and put the boxes down. He walked back out to see you sitting there, pain and shock written all over your face, but he didn’t say anything he just stuck out his hand, waiting for you to wake it. You took his hand in yours and you followed him as he brought you into the bathroom.

You started stripping, in too much pain to care if he was still standing there behind you. You rolled up your pants and underwear, careful to make sure the stain wasn’t showing before placing them on the counter. Daniel came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your exposed stomach and placed soft kisses along your shoulders. Just his touch alone made the pain subside and make you feel a little better.

“Ill be back baby, go relax” he whispered again, before walking out the door with your stained clothes in his hand. You got into the bath, the warm water hitting your skin. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes as you laid in the big soaker tub.

Daniel came in about 20 minutes later, holding a pair of his sweatpants and your favourite hoodie of his.

“I put these in the dryer, along with a blanket so they will be warm when you get out and I changed the bedsheets, come out when your read baby” He said, before coming over and bending down to place a kiss on your forehead before leaving you be again.

You had never known a boy could be such a gentleman, he had stood behind you naked and didn’t try anything, he didn’t even make a flirty joke, he had then see you in the bath tub naked but his eyes never left yours, not even for a second. He had made you feel so loved at 5 am and not once did he even seem to mind that you had kept him up.

Once you got out of the bath, you cleaned yourself up and took care of all the girly busniess you needed too before putting on his clothes that he had left for you and walked out to see him sitting on the edge of the bed on his phone.

“You could have gone back to sleep love, its 5:30” You said as you sat next to him. He turned off his phone, putting it on the night side table before sitting back up to place his head on your shoulder, grabbing your hand and intertwining your hands.

“I didn’t want to go back to bed without my girl,I wanted to make sure you were okay” He said, smiling up at you.

“Come on Danny boy, lets get some sleep” You told him, this time placing a kiss on his forehead before standing up to to turn off the lights.

Both of you laid back in bed, Daniel laying on his back while you laid half on top of him and half off the bed while he brought his hand under his hoodie and rubbed smooth circles on your exposed back.

“Sweet dreams princess” You heard him whisper before you fell asleep.

God you were falling for this boy.

Unforgettable - Choi Minho (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s note: Here it is, the part 2 to Unrequited! I highly recommend reading part 1 first so that you’ll understand what’s going on in this installment. Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who read Unrequited and to anyone who’s going to read this - you guys motivate me so much, you have no idea. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! :) ♡ (The GIF is mine)


You have gotten a little used to waking up to Taemin’s face during the morning because there were some nights that you would have an impromptu sleepover either at your place or his when one or both of you were really drunk and couldn’t get home but that morning, seeing his bare, lightly tanned torso and handsome face, you felt uncomfortable. And also because you were naked, which was completely unlike all the other mornings that you found him lying next to you.

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