i love your neck so much

Last night I crumbled in the laundry room.

It’s never been easy with us, and last night was no exception.


You found me on the floor with the light off, sobbing softly into my knees. You sat down, squeezing into the tiny room with me, holding me and apologizing and begging me not to cry.


I made us tea and refused to look at you. But the moment you said you’d try, my head snapped up. The moment I registered you crying, I was covering you, leaving kisses on your neck, holding you as close as possible.


I told you that I would do our laundry if you would wash the dishes. You said you needed your desk to be outside of our bedroom, and that I needed a desk, too, for all of my writing. And then you told me it was time to sleep, because it was four in the morning, and you loved me so much. Our eyes were red and we were sniffling in unison, but I don’t think my heart has ever felt so big.


So maybe life has never been easy with you. It probably never will be.


But for every low, there are twenty highs, and I will never stop chasing them. And each time you chase the highs with me, another forever I was scared of muttering comes true. I thank my lucky stars each night that you waltzed into my life.


So maybe life will never be easy with you. But you’ve never wanted easy, anyway, and I think you’re the best thing about me.

—  cut scene: “this is for you, it’s always for you, it’ll always be for you”
Seventeen reaction: Climbing on their lap and snuggling them

Request:  Seventeen reaction to their crush climbing on their lap and snuggling into them when they’re tired with Jun, Woozi, Jisoo, Mingyu and Hoshi?

A/N: Omg I love this request so much :D Thank you for the request anon, enjoy! xx

Joshua:

Originally posted by koraenpop

I feel like he’d turn into such a squishy little Joshua and just curl up with you. While you buried your face into the crook of his neck he’d gently stroke your hair with his fingertips and maybe sing gently, every now and again taking time to kiss the top of your head or appreciate how adorable you looked exactly where you should be: next to him.

Jun:

Originally posted by myungeuna

He’d think you were just the cutest thing in the whole world, with your eyelashes fluttering together and the way your nose would scrunch just a little as you got comfy in his arms. He’d wrap his arms around you and make sure you were comfortable before resting his head on top of yours and allowing you to drift into a sound sleep.

Hoshi:

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here

He’d make sure you were comfortable by grabbing a blanket and popping your head on his lap and putting the blanket over you. That way he would run his fingers through your hair in a way that sent shivers down your spine as he felt you fall asleep but it also meant he could watch tv or go on his phone without disturbing you.

Woozi:

Originally posted by luciasabor

At first I think he’d find it so endearing and sweet as sleepy, groggy you latched onto him and snuggled into him. He’d be more than happy to cuddle with you until he realised if he needed to move, sneeze, use the bathroom, breathe that he would risk waking you up which is the last thing he wanted to do so he’d stay still as a statue (bless him).

Mingyu:

Originally posted by mountean

I feel like he’d find it pretty funny how you’d suddenly become all sweet and clingy but he’d relish the fact you wanted to be with him. Before you could fully fall asleep, he’d pick you up and take you to bed, making sure to tuck you in and ending up spooning you, caressing your snuggled arms and keeping you safe and warm as you drifted off to sleep.

Things The Signs Have Said That Break My Heart
  • Aries: Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
  • Taurus: I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
  • Gemini: I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
  • Cancer: Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
  • Leo: I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
  • Virgo: She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
  • Libra: It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
  • Scorpio: Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
  • Sagittarius: The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
  • Capricorn: I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
  • Aquarius: I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
  • Pisces: Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.

The first time I saw you was a dull Sunday afternoon
You walked into the room with your hair trailing behind you in a luminous halo, reflecting the fading sunlight

The first time we struck a conversation, you laughed so hard on my shitty jokes you ended up complaining of how much your cheeks hurt

The first time we kissed, your nose was red from the cold, and your fingers trembled slightly when they touched my neck

The first time I knew I loved you, you were wearing sweatpants
your hear was pulled back in a messy bun
your feet were perched up on my dashboard
and you were giving me hell for my shitty taste in music

The first time you said you loved me,
the sky was drowning in stars
And I was drowning in you

The first time we f**ked, it was a thunderstorm
The world was on fire
The galaxies were exploding

The first time you left, my pain could have engulfed the universe

The first time you came back, I thought it would be the last

anonymous asked:

a concept: Alec finding out how much he really loves leaving little kisses along Magnus's neck and shoulders and chest, everywhere really, just soft damp kisses over and over again that can either lead to more than that, his mouth trailing down over Magnus's abs to his navel and lower. But kisses that can also be fast sweet pecks over his neck that make Magnus giggle and ruffle his hair but still tilt his head so Alec can keep kissing him while smiling, like there's nothing he'd rather do. -K.

with all of the lamps off and the room filled with flickering candle light, mingling with moonlight from the window, they were sitting there in bed and it was all he could think about. it was all he could even consider when magnus is looking at him like that, those brown eyes so molten, catching flickering light.

with their shirts off and their hands wandering, alec started at his jaw, warm breath catching on his skin before he parted his lips against that sharpness. but he didn’t stop there, trailing dampness down the column of his neck, feeling the thud of his heart underneath his lips. as he got lower magnus made a low noise in his chest, as pursed lips gave way to teeth.

before long magnus was leaning back against the pillows, pulling alec on top of him and alec settled into it easily, straddling him and watching the way his skin caught all that warm light in the dips and curves of his muscles. it left alec breathless, but what got him worse was magnus’s hands pressing into his hips, strong fingers sinking into his ass, thumbs pressed against his hip bones. that touch gave way to what he really wanted, which was pressing those kisses everywhere he could get them.

he kissed across his pecs, and then down, spilling over his sternum, soft damp warmth parted and dragging over all of magnus’s warm skin. and with every kiss alec could feel him, feel his fingers tense, hear all of the breathy noises he was making. when alec’s teeth or his tongue got involved it would heady hums of approval or quiet huffed laughter. but when it was just his lips, soft and barely parted, magnus breathed out soft sighs, his muscles going tight and relaxing under the press of his mouth.

there was nothing quite like having all of the power of magnus’s body underneath him. it was the softest and most tender thing to press his mouth all over magnus’s skin and feel his fingertips sparking, watch him unfold and start to melt. after he’d kissed every inch of magnus’s torso, he moved back up to cup his face, dragging a thumb under his chin, through his goatee. he stared at magnus, soaking up that look in his eyes that was even more volcanic.

then alec kissed him on the mouth, and swallowed all of his hungry energy.

Smoke

I am back and hopefully better than ever… 

Tagging beneath the cut

Originally posted by livvy1800

The balcony door was cracked open, allowing a breeze to drift in and soothe your overheated skin. Bucky’s lips grazed your neck again before he left another dark colored bruise. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat because of both the summer heat and your previous activities. You sighed out again, fingers skimming down Bucky’s scarred back, stopping to massage the cute little mounds of his ass that you loved so much. He smiled down at you, pecking your lips a few more times before pulling away from you.

You whimpered at the sudden loss of him, body instinctively curling in on itself as you watched Bucky throw on basketball shorts. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, smiling sweetly down at you as he pulled one from the box. He bent at the waist to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before moving to sit against the headboard of your bed.

You heard the click of his lighter, smelled the smoke and nearly sighed. That smell, whether it was clinging to his clothes or whether it filled the air, had become intoxicating to you. It reminded you of him, comforted you at night when he wasn’t there. You rolled onto your stomach, a lazy grin gracing your face as you crawled up to meet him. He exhaled the smoke from the side of his mouth, careful not to blow it in your face. His teeth shined in the July sun as he placed the cigarette between his lips. You watched closely as his cheeks hollowed slightly, the cigarette’s end glowed brighter.

You reached up, plucking it from his mouth. He chuckled, smoke coming out from his nose and mouth, making you giggle and smile even bigger. Without much thought, your lips met his. You tasted like strawberry ice cream and heaven, a taste that he never seemed to get enough of.

He watched you now, as you placed his cigarette between your own lips, inhaling only a little of the smoke. Your lips made a gentle, little “o” shape, and he couldn’t help but compare it to the face you made when he was reacquainting himself with your body. Fuck… he loved you.

You giggled again, sounding light and airy, making his stomach clench before you placed the cigarette between his teeth.

He growled deep in his chest, exciting you more than you thought possible, and his hands grasped your hips. You bit your lip as he lifted you up to sit you on his lap, letting you feel the curve of him in his shorts. Your eyes fluttered, shining with innocence even though you knew what he was about to do and you loved it.

“Again?” You giggled, “But I haven’t gotten over the last round we had.”

“I can wait…” He grinned, inhaling more of the toxic smoke.

“Oh, can you?” You teased, giving your hips a little wiggle, “Doesn’t feel like it to me.”

With that challenging remark, he put his cig out in the ashtray and you felt your stomach flip. His hands roamed your bare back, pulling you closer, “Trust me, baby, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.” 

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Dating Queenie Goldstein (female x female)

Originally posted by bartholinemoans

A/N: By popular request here are some Queenie Goldstein dating headcannons, I’m so sorry I haven’t updated for a couple of days but I’ve been up to my neck in essays! Also I’ve been considering some NSFW headcannons for a couple of the characters so let me know if that’s something you want!

Warnings: None

Words: 359

·         Her knowing how much you like her but not saying anything because she knows you’re not ready to tell her

·         That doesn’t stop her from flirting with you though

·         When you do tell her she tells you she’s known all along

·         This adding to your love for her as you know she’d never pressure you to do anything you didn’t want to

·         Her cooking for you all the time

·         You ask her to teach you how to do it too

·         Not a very good ending resulting you not being allowed near the cooker until, well, ever

·         So much clothes sharing

·         Doing each other’s makeup

·         Being so close to the other it usually results in making out

·         This results in lipstick stains everywhere

·         Not being able to show PDA outside

·         Because of this Queenie would have to get her fill while you’re both inside the apartment

·         Queenie telling the land lady that she’s in a relationship

·         Her being told not to bring him up into the apartment

·         Queenie having to hold her laughter in until she’s through the door

·         Telling you what happened

·         Both of you laughing for a solid 5 minutes and never being able to look the landlady in the eye again

·         Queenie tries very hard not to read your thoughts that often as she respects your want for privacy

·         So many picnic dates

·         Finding many ways you can secretly hold each others hand

·         Whispering compliments in Queenie’s ear while you’re out together

·         She’d be undeniably sexual back

·         So much cuddling

·         You’d both want as much physical contact as you could get while together

·         All the butt touching

·         So much that Tina often has to remind you both that she is in the room and can see what you two are doing

·         Queenie would flirt with you all the time

·         You reminding her that you’re together now and she doesn’t have to flirt anymore

·         She tells you it’s ‘more fun this way’

·         Constantly declaring your love for the other

·         Just in case they forget

·         That is very unlikely but hey, it’s an excuse

·         Having the most fun and flirty relationship that is supported by everyone close to you

DATING BYUN BAEKHYUN WOULD INCLUDE:

(GIF USED IS NOT MINE)

  • Laughing 24/7 because this boy loves the sound of your laugh.
  • So many kisses, on your hands, thighs, cheeks, neck, collarbone, ect.
  • Skinship.
  • Him singing to your when cuddling.
  • Rubbing circles on your hip bone.
  • Playing with Snow/Snapchat filters.
  • Karaoke dates.
  • “You’re aren’t getting out of bed until i do so lay back down.”
  • Going on double dates with Chanyeol and his partner.
  • Beak being so excited to show you off to the world.
  • “This is my Jagi and i love them very much, i hope you will too.”
  • Him hiding his face in your neck when he’s upset or sad.
  • Petting his hair and telling him that everything will be alright.
  • Running around the house because Baekhyung wants  kiss but you wanna play hard to get.
  • Stupid arguments about small things.
  • “Jagi you’re doing it wrong.”
  • Loud ass sighing coming from him because you are mad at him and ignoring him, but then you’ll get annoyed and forgive him.
  • Him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever.
  • You memorizing all of EXO’s songs and him being so proud of you.
  • Singing with him all the time.
  • Silly snapchats.
  • Him calling you and the two of you ending up falling asleep on the phone.
  • “DID YOU JUST SCREENSHOT THE PICTURE I SENT YOU?!”
  • His family loving you more than him.
  • Purposely making him jealous because you love the cute little pouts he flashes you.
  • Him wanting you to go to the gym with him as “motivation” but really just uses that time to show off his strength to you.
  • Asking him to taste things you have cooked and him saying it’s the best thing he’s eaten even though you know it’s pretty bad.
  • Matching EVERYTHING.
  •  Him waking you up early because he got up early and gets bored when alone.
  • Having to try on a whole bunch of lingerie because he buys them for you.
  • Him letting you braid his hair and do his make up.
  • “Don’t i look pretty jagi?”
  • Owning a couple pets together and end up calling them “kids”.
  • Playing so much video games together and trying anything to win them.
  • Having a score board in your living room recording everything you had won and everything he had won, because he’s competitive.
  • Hiding the hickies he leaves all over.
  • So much teasing.
  • Forcing Baek to wipe off his makeup when tired. 
  • Going on cheesy cute romantic dates.
  • Him going on and on about his day before going to sleep knowing that used probably go to sleep mid conversation.
  • Smiley Baekhyung.
  • The other members loving ho nice you are to them.
  • Over all a sweet little (kinky) fluff ball that must be protected 100% of the time.

Don’t you just love Baek :’)

-MARI XX

anonymous asked:

ahhh i love your small aus so much!! i was in a super sad mood but the aus helped me cheer up!! ♡ may i request a small au for taeyong? tysm ♡♡♡♡

thank u!!! im sorry you’re in a bad mood, feel better quick!!!~~

  • tech support!taeyong 
  • wears his name tag around his neck with his id and on the back of it he keeps a photo of him and his sister because he’s a soft sweetheart 
  • and he is always really helpful and good at explaining
  • and everyone in the office hits on him because,,,,,like have you seen his face 
  • and it makes him super embarrassed 
  • so he’ll be like “you can switch the capable here or-” 
  • someone: you can switch my cables ;)
  • taeyong: “or-o - o r- o r,,,, o r,,,,,,,um,,,,,excuse me i need,,,to just ,,,, bathroom,,,,,excuse me,,,”
  • he’s basically an awkward mess ,,,, but it’s really adorable and he just wants to fix computers and fix bugs,,,,,let him live
  • and you keep calling tech support on your computer because, yes you admit it, taeyong is really sweet and has a face carved from stone and his voice is like,,,,,,woah he’s just The Whole Package
  • and did you “accidentally” spill all this soda on your keyboard. yes. you “accidentally” did
  • but with you taeyong,,,,secretly really likes helping you because unlike the other people who make him uncomfortable and are just straightforwardly flirting
  • you ask him about his day and if he’s had lunch and it’s nice to be treated like a normal person instead of just ogled at for his looks
  • and taeyong is fixing your keyboard, telling you about this museum he’s going to after work and you’re like !!!!! oh that’s my favorite one in the city their exhibit on egyptian art is my favorite!!!
  • and taeyong perks up and he’s like “i love it too! im a member there, so tickets are free for me on this day!!” and you’re like WOah im jealous
  • and he’s like “you can come with me,,,,,,,if you’re free,,,,”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,woah,,,,,he never asks anyone from work to hangout omg
  • and you’re like i,,,id love to
  • and you two do it, meeting up to take the train and talking more and it’s totally a first date because when you come back to the office and taeyong shyly waves at you, biting back his lip as he walks past your desk
  • the whole office turns to you and is like: you lucky son of a gun 
Chanyeol Recs

So i won’t say how much I love Chanyeol, just know that there is no words on how much I love him. So here are just a bunch of amazing writings centered around Chanyeol. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did!!!

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Last Updated: November 29, 2016

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Friends With Benefits - Hansol (M)

Requested: hiii could you pretty pls do a hansol smut where he teases a lot + neck kisses/bites + daddy kink + overstimulation, sorry I’m just rly thirsty and I love your writing v v much :)))
Please write a smut about Hansol. A rpugh one. Thank you.
Hi could you write a smut with Hansol? I kinda thought about shower sex… but once you said you don’t write similar histories so if my request is similar write anything you want! >.< thanks~

A/N: this is the epitome of a perfect request omg kinkz
friends w/ benefits Hansolo?
-Admin Finn

**SMUT**

Word Count: 702


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As the Radio Plays

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Today is the biggest day of your life. You walk towards your forever and always, the love of your life waiting for you to take his hand.

Warnings: Just cursing, really.

Word Count: 3,879(For fuck’s sake, Cass. Get a grip.)

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’M SORRY. No one asked for this shit, idk. I also love you all so, so much. Especially Becca (but y'all already knew that, right?) because she is my favorite and she helps me and lets me ramble at her anD IF YOU’RE NOT FOLLOWING HER, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?? SHE IS A LEGEND. HER WRITING HAS MURDERED ME. I AM POSTING THIS FROM THE GRAVE.

Something old.

Kenny Lattimore’s “For You” played softly in the background as your fingertips traced over the silver chain of the locket that was clasped around your neck, the pendant hanging midway down your chest.

It was an old family heirloom, something you’d inherited from your grandmother when you sat with her moments prior to her last breath. Despite the severity of her dementia, she had never once forgotten your existence, always asking for you in the middle of the night, talking about you to anyone that’d listen, buying you random things (she once bought you a winter coat in the middle of July because you’d mentioned that you were chilly while eating ice cream in a fully air conditioned room a couple days before) to keep you happy. It was only right to wear this keepsake, especially on this day. Inside the locket was a picture of her and your grandfather, both of whom had left this realm not too long ago.

Lin was with you when you got the phone call. Both of you were lounging comfortably on the couch one late night on a Saturday, TV remote in his hand, his arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, your legs stretched across his lap, and your head nestled into his neck. The chirping of your dinky flip phone echoed throughout the apartment both of you shared, and you got up to answer it.

He was at your side when your voice cracked as you spoke with your mom on the other line, a look of worry on his face as he rubbed your back in a desperate attempt to soothe your muffled cries. Left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand never let go of yours as the two of you trekked through two and a half hours of weekend city traffic from Connecticut where both of you were sophomores in college. He pulled up a chair to sit next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling apart as you held onto your grandmother’s hand. He was your rock during the funeral, despite his constant need for tissues too. His tears fell just as hard as yours did on nights when you wanted her back. Your tears stained all of his shirts and sweaters because he just wouldn’t let you mourn alone.

Your grandmother was just as much his as she was yours, especially since the two of you were highschool sweethearts.

You knew Lin would smile the second he saw the locket.

Something new.

Looking at the ground, you caught a glimpse of your shoes. You marveled them, admiring the white lace that covered the blue suede surface. Cute, chic, and comfortable. You were convinced you hit the trifecta, especially considering the trouble you went through to find them.

After spending countless hours looking for the perfect pair, you were practically ready to give up. With desperation at its peak, you were already willing to wear a pair of Converse at this point because you were just too picky of a person to actually find something you liked.

You called Lin as you wandered the mall aimlessly, frustration causing smoke to come out of your ears, ranting about how every store was stupid because they either had pairs you liked but none in your size or they had your size in every shoe, but they were all hideous.

“I mean, they’re just gonna come right off at the end of it anyway,” he said over the phone, snickering a little.

Part of you wanted to yell at him, but you knew he was right. Sure, you wanted everything to be perfect, down to the very last detail, but Lin had a very valid point.

You’d been gone for ten hours already, and he was pleading for you to come home.

“I need to find the right pair though,” you whined as you approached the other end of the mall. “I don’t know what to get.”

“Uhhh,” he let out a long sigh. “I’m nowhere near being fashion forward, but is there a particular style you’re looking for?”

You groaned inwardly, throwing your head back in sheer exasperation. Who knew this shit was super exhausting? It wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies like everyone else made it out to be.

“I don’t know, something…”

“Okay, let’s do this. My dad made my sister and I play this game when we were little and indecisive.”

“I don’t wanna play games, Lin.”

“Just do it, babe. Come on, humor me.”

Ugh, his tone of voice melted you to the core. You found a nearby bench and took a seat, waiting for his silly game to begin.

“Pick a color,” he told you. “Don’t think about it, just say what comes to mind.

“Blue.”

“Pick a… fabric? Yeah, let’s go with that. Fabric, Y/N.”

“Um, I don’t–”

“No, don’t think!”

“Fine, lace,” you huffed, already annoyed with the entire ordeal.

Lin let out a conniving laugh. “I could think of something lacy…”

“Come on, you jerk, the mall is closing in forty-five minutes!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Uhh, what else describes a shoe? Oh! Heel or no heel?”

“Do you mean flats?”

“Shut up and answer the question, don’t be a smart-ass.”

A laugh fell from your lips and for a moment, you didn’t feel so frustrated. “Heels.”

“Okay! That’s what you want! A white shoe with lace and a heel. That’s what you’ll look for.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Lin.”

“Damn it, just humor me, okay? Maybe it works. Who knows?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, questioning why you even consulted him in the first place. With a sigh, you got up and approached the last shoe store in the mall.

“Fine, you win. I’ll be home soon.”

“You better,” he replied. “‘Cause otherwise, I’m gonna go buy a pair of shoes for you tomorrow and you know that’d be a disaster. And plus, I want you to come home already. That lacy thing isn’t gonna do much by itself.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Don’t deny me of my favorite thing,” he teased, and you knew just by the sound of his voice exactly the kind of expression he was making. “Okay, go shop. I love you.”

“Uh-huh, okay. Love you too.”

The second you hung up the phone, you walked through half of an aisle and spotted it. The exact pair you visualized in your head just moments ago.

Shit, you thought to yourself. Maybe he did deserve the lace tonight.

A snort escaped your lips as you recalled that particular memory and you were thankful no one was in the room with you despite everyone hovering over you all morning.

Something borrowed.

You brought a hand up to twirl your finger around a stray curl, turning around to admire your best friend’s work in the mirror. A striped navy blue and white bow tie held your hair in place, keeping half of your hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail and leaving the rest of it to cascade down to the middle your back.

The bow tie was part of a costume Lin had worn during a high school production where the two of you had played leads opposite each other.

It felt appropriate to incorporate a little piece of the musical that had brought you two together. The moment he sang “Easy to Love” to you (your character really, but it didn’t stop you from daydreaming) with full blocking and choreography was the moment you fell for him. Sure, you were sixteen and doe-eyed, and sure, you were just playing characters, and sure, you were merely there to put on a show, but it didn’t stop you from falling so quickly and so easily.

During the last tech rehearsal, Lin had pulled you aside, grabbing you by the arm just seconds before you left the auditorium. He led you to the dim control booth, tucked away from everyone else.

You remember your heart thumping about madly in your chest, the overwhelming anxiety washing over you. He took your hand in his and flashed you the cheekiest smile you’ve ever seen. And even though you just wanted to stand there forever and ever and ever and ever and ever with him, there was a show you had to run.

He didn’t care though, no matter how many times you told him that you two had to go join the rest of them (your heart was cursing at you every time you did it too), he just shook his head, telling you that he just wanted to spend time alone with you for a little while longer.

When you asked him why, his answer was simple.

“I’m trying find reasons not to like you, but I’ve come to the conclusion that those reasons don’t exist.”

Dear Jesus, those words melted you when they fell upon your teenage ears, but in retrospect, you have never heard anything cheesier.

But hey, it worked.

Next thing you knew, both of you were holding hands throughout the hallways of your school, stealing pecks on the lips during passing period, constantly joined at the hip every chance the two of you were in the same room.

There was no such thing as “you and Lin” from that point on. Anyone that knew both of you referred to you guys as “they” or “the lovebirds” or “the couple that makes everyone uncomfortable with how much they love each other but we let them do their thing because nothing will stop them”.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, your eyes welled up as you stood in awe of your reflection, completely mesmerized by the fact that it was happening today.

Something blue.

You brought your right hand up to your face to dab away a tear that was threatening to ruin your makeup, catching a quick glimpse of the blue diamond ring on your fourth finger.

The sight of that ring alone made you want to spring a leak even more because it was really happening. You were moments away from the living the rest of your life, and that very ring just tied it all together, symbolizing the love, the memories, and the desire to live as one.

It all happened on early Christmas morning during your junior year of college.

The two of you sat on the steps of your childhood home down in Lower Manhattan, your head rested comfortably on his shoulder and your hands nice and toasty between his. All the other guests were saying their goodbyes in the living room, giving the two of you a few moments alone.

“Y/N?” He whispered, making sure you weren’t half-asleep.

You grunted in reply, the heaping plate of food you’d consumed a while ago nearly sending you to the Land of Nod.

Lin sat up, causing you to follow suit as you shot him an annoyed glare.

He simply reciprocated with a soft smile on his face, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “We can sleep after this, I promise.”

“After what?” You asked, still irked at him for waking you up.

“I just wanted to say that I love you,” Lin murmured, his gaze into your eyes not faltering.

You threw your head back and groaned. “Lin, if that’s all you were gonna say, couldn’t that have just waited until later?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “It can’t wait.”

“What are you talking about–”

“Y/N, you are… words cannot describe how much you mean to me. Our whole lives have been such roller coasters, and things and people have come and gone. But you… you were the only thing that remained constant in my life and I just can’t fathom living without you. Someone as amazing, as loving, as… perfect as you only comes once in a lifetime.”

Lin looked down at your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, and you saw the corners of his lips tug into a soft grin.

“You’re my tether to reality, baby,” he spoke up again, bringing his eyes back to yours. “I’m a kite with ten thousand more meters of string to go, flying up to Orion, and you’re the one at the end of it all, holding onto me to make sure that I don’t fly too far away. I’ve found the key to finding love because of you. It’s messing up the pattern on purpose. So I did just that. I skipped a stitch and left a tiny hole to let the cold in and I’m so grateful that you’re the one that filled it.”

It was hard to believe that just moments ago, you were pissed at him all because he woke you up, but there you sat, eyes misting as you heard the absolute love of your life tell you how much you meant to him.

Was it corny? Fuck yeah, but that’s just the person Lin was, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s because of you that I’ve learned the meaning of bliss. It’s-it’s…” He stalled for a moment, his fingers trying to grasp at seemingly tangible words. “It’s the moments when you’re with me, when you’re standing next to me, holding my hand, existing with me. It’s when we lie together underneath our sheets in our bed in our apartment, and I’m just holding you. It’s us just being right here, and I’m doing nothing but holding your hand and I already feel like I’ve won a lifetime of happiness. It’s merely the thought of you, period.”

You placed your hands his cheeks, unable to bear one more second of your life without kissing him, so you pressed a tender kiss on his lips and he met your tenderness with so much passion and love.

When he broke away, he looked at you with the same goofy grin he had all those years ago when the two of you first got together, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face.

“Marry me,” he whispered as he pulled out a black box from his front pocket, opening it up to expose the white gold, blue diamond ring inside.

It wasn’t phrased as a question. It didn’t need to be.

It was a statement all on its own.

With tears blurring your vision, gasped at the ring before you and nodded quickly, silently accepting your fate of becoming his wife.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he slipped the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand, kissing you once it was secured in its rightful place.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands as you melted into him, tears now rapidly falling.

“I love you,” you murmured softly in reply, your nose brushing against his. “Yes, Lin. I will absolutely marry you.”

And there you stood in front of the mirror a year and a half later, a crying mess in your strapless eggshell white ball gown. The song that perfectly depicted your entire life with Lin thus far came to a close, fading in the background. Your fingers smoothed over the beaded lace along its sweetheart neckline, as you carefully dabbed your tears away with a handkerchief, mumbling profanities to yourself because your emotions were ruining the expensive makeup.

This was it. This was the beginning of the rest of your life.

Walk down the aisle, listen to words, say words, put on rings, kiss him, leave married, you thought with a smile on your face. I’m getting married today. In ten minutes. I will have a husband by the time this is over. Don’t fall. Jesus Christ, don’t trip when you walk, oh my God.

“Y/N,” a voice said softly from the other side of the door, interrupting the internal conversation you were having with yourself.

It swung open and you turned around to see your best friend and maid of honor standing in front of you with a worried look.

“What’s up?” You asked her, unsure of the expression on her face. “I’m just getting married, not dying.”

She looked at you and shook her head, unable to speak at all. Without a word, she made a beeline for you and grabbed your hands, still finding the right words to say.

“He’s not here,” she told you, her voice barely a whisper. “Lin… He left.”

Your felt your throat closing in and you held your breath as you tried to make sense of it all.

“But you said he was here. You said he was getting ready.” The little monster that called your chest home was knocking on its walls like it was trapped, begging and pleading to be released.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but he walked out–”

“So he just left?”

At that moment, your world came crashing down. All of this preparation for nothing.

Did he not remember what he told you? Did he not remember all those moments you’ve spent together? Did he just forget everything?

Did you mean nothing to him anymore?

You pushed past your best friend and marched down to the groom’s dressing room in search of him, tears already threatening to fall once again but for a different reason now. The three other bridesmaids met you halfway and tried to stop you, protecting you from the embarrassment, the heartbreak, and the emptiness of knowing that the one person who had promised to stay just got up and walked away, abandoning you and shattering every dream you had of a happily ever after.

Your mother and bridal party whisked you back to your dressing room and tried to talk to you, to comfort you at the very least, but you just sat down and stared into space, the tears long dry by this point. You were stunned, confused, disappointed, livid, heartbroken, speechless, and every emotion in between. Here you were, ready to sign, seal, and deliver yourself to the absolute love of your life, but he, for some ungodly reason, didn’t think so.

Never in a million years did you imagine being left at the altar.

You were left at the altar.

He left you at the altar.

God, you just felt so stupid. You were so naive and childish for thinking you deserved a happy ending.

The door to your dressing room quietly opened and one of the groomsmen peeked his head in the door, trying to gauge the severity of the situation.

Silently, he broke through the circle of women that surrounded you and approached you, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out an envelope.

“I, um, found this,” he said in a hushed tone, handing it to you. “It was on the armoire in his dressing room.”

You stared at it at first, not wanting to take it because part of you believed that it would only further manifest this nightmare you so desperately wanted to shake.

Taking it, you held it in your hands and just looked at it blankly, unsure of what kind of hell it would reveal.

After a minute of silence, you raised your head to speak, not exactly looking anyone in the eye.

“Can I be alone, please?” You asked, not quite registering the sound of your own voice. Everyone nodded sympathetically and exited the room, leaving you to your thoughts.

You held the envelope in your hands, studying the name scribbled in haste on the front. It just looked back at you menacingly and part of you wanted to burn it along with every other memory you had. But still, you wanted– no, needed– answers.

Gingerly, you opened it up and welled up at the sight of Lin’s handwriting, stuck between wanting to throw it away in anger or hold it to your chest in heartache. After taking a moment to brace yourself, you finally found the courage to read the contents of your heartbreak.

My dearest, my beloved,

I love you to the ends of the earth. I love you in a way my heart does not know how to articulate.

I am so sorry.

This isn’t what I wanted to do, please believe that. Please believe that my intentions are never to hurt you, because trust me, this is the last thing I wanted to do, especially to the woman I have had the utmost pleasure of calling the love of my life.

But I just can’t do this.

We just barely graduated college three weeks ago and we have our whole lives ahead of us. We’re so young, so naive, so… new to this.

My eyes have only known your face, my tongue has only known your taste, my nose has only known your scent, my ears have only known your voice, my fingertips have only known your skin, my heart has only known your love, and I can’t help but wonder if life has something else in store.

Please believe me when I say that you have always been enough. This has nothing to do with you not being right for me.

I hate how much of an asshole I sound as I write this. I just don’t know how to say it.

But my point is that we’ve only known each other. You deserve the chance to see the world, to learn new things, to be with someone else besides me. You deserve someone who can be with you without feeling like he needs to question what other doors might open later in the future.

Right now, I’m not that person.

Please believe that I’m doing this because I know, in my heart of hearts, that you deserve the best of the best. And I know that I can’t be the best for you. Not right now, not in this moment.

My heart will always belong to you.

I will forever pray that I find my way back to you someday, that the future will bring you back to me, that fate will be on my side and you’ll be in arms again.

But I am not in the position to promise to be your husband when I am still not sure who I want to be.

I love you, and I’m certain of this. I’m just not certain that now is not the right time.

Your tears stained the paper you held in your trembling hands, and you couldn’t help but let out a sob.

If he really loved you, then why did he leave? Why did he want to pursue other leads?

You wanted to see the world, to learn new things, to grow old with him. There was no one else you had in mind, no one else you could ever dream of loving.

Just please never, ever forget that I sincerely, truly, genuinely, absolutely love you.

Irrevocably so.

I am so sorry, my love. Te extraño y te amo mucho, mi cariña.

Until we meet again.

Siempre,
Lin

That was it.

The love of your life had willingly erased himself from the narrative, leaving you heartbroken and alone.

You fell to the ground, wrinkling your Goddamn wedding dress, ruining your makeup, shattering all of your hopes and dreams of being happy.

It was over.

Happiness would never find you again.

Making out with Got7

Mark

  • Smiling against your lips when you kiss
  • Being really gentle with you
  • Pulling you on top of him
  • Being very touchy, running his hands over your back and bum
  • Slapping your ass and giggling a the little squeak you make
  • Pulling he collar of your shirt down so he can kiss your chest

Jaebum

  • Biting your lip
  • Grinding his hips against you
  • Quiet little moans 
  • A tight grip on your thigh
  • Kissing your neck
  • Pressing his body as close as he possibly can
  • Lifting you up and pressing you against a wall

Jackson

  • Pulling back to tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are
  • Tender kisses that are filled with passion
  • Slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans
  • Winding his fingers in the hair at the back of your neck
  • Stroking his thumb against your cheek bone
  • Jackson would get a little too passionate and end up accidentally headbutting you

Jinyoung

  • He would kiss your neck a lot 
  • A lot of tongue
  • Pushing his hand under your t-shirt and playing with your boobs
  • He’d sit you on his lap so he can grab at your ass as much as he likes
  • Pulling his hair
  • Dry humping because i bet jinyoung is really into that
  • Jinyoung would be grinding against you, looking at you so intently with a half lidded gaze and noses brushing as your breathe each other in
  • Your make out sessions would be so sensual

Youngjae

  • He’d whine against your lips when you pull his hair 
  • Sloppy kisses
  • He’d say “baby, don’t stop” in a desperate whiny voice
  • Wrapping your legs around his waist
  • Biting his lip
  • Giving him hickeys because he looks so pretty all marked up

Yugyeom

  • Spanking and squeezing your ass
  • Being a little rough with you
  • Sloppy, rushed kisses with probably too much tongue as you try and undress each other
  • Making out in the kitchen where he would lift you up onto the counter
  • Dragging your nails down his back
  • Taking his face between your hands so you can keep his lips close

Bambam

  • He would be so cheeky
  • It would quickly turn into him going down on you
  • He’d be running his fingers through your hair
  • Lazy kisses
  • Brushing your hair behind you ear
  • Bambam would be a lot more gentle than people expect

can I have all the betty/veronica and archie/jughead fan fiction, please? 

like, imagine the four of them just being so relaxed, neither of the couples having to hide when they’re together. 

betty and veronica stroking each other’s hair and murmuring sweet nothings.

jughead trying to concentrate and write his novel but getting distracted by archie sitting behind him and kissing his neck.

and the four of them going out together all the time and it’s the perfect set up so they don’t get questions that they don’t feel like answering. i mean, they don’t intentionally hide who’s with whom but it makes it so much easier to not be worried about a little town like Riverdale when you can always just use heteronormativity to your advantage.

I just love beronica and jarchie so much and their OT4 friendship gives me life <3

No - Lafayette x Reader

Warnings - Swears, Bad french.

Requested by - @hamilton-noodles

Requests are - Always Open

“Laf, Please.” You begged.

“No Mon amour.” he said as his hands found their way to your waist.

“But Laf i need it for school.” you begged even more wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning on his chest.

“Ok Bien.” he said finally giving in.

“Yay thank you!! thank you!! I love you so much.” you yelled and kissed him.

You had been begging him to teach you french for so long and you needed it for collage

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Okay Lets start with the basics, im going to count to 10 In french after i do you do ok.”

“Okay.” you agreed 

“Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf.” he counted 

“Un deux trois quatre six sept huit neuf.” you repeated 

“Good!.” He said and kissed your cheek.

“Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf” 

“Sept huit Neuf.” 

“okay i think your good in counting.” he said and you smiled.

“Okay i’m going to say a word in french and you are going to say it in english.”

“Got it.” you said.

“Bien.” he asked 

“Fine or Good.” you replied 

“Je t’aime.” he asked

“I love you.” you said and grabbed his hands

“Épouse-moi?” he asked

“Uh… Marry me?” you said realizing what he said

Suddenly he reached into his pocket and grabbed and small box

“Épouse-moi?” he asked again.

“Oui.” you answered 

He slipped the ring on your finger and you guys stood up and he kissed you.

“Are you going to teach me french?” you asked his lips still on yours.

“No.” he replied