i watched this movie wayyy too many times as a kid

Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.

Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.

Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 

So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a hc of the rfa+v&saeran reacting to finding out that MC is secretly the masked vigilante heroine that the news had been blowing up about. (Bonus points if you come up with a neat superhero name and powers)

yiis, this was really fun to do! thx, cupcake <3 

lol its very long tho 

it fucking crashed after i spent 2 hours on this i had to rewrite it all again, that part wasnt fun lmfao


-he had heard of a masked woman saving some kids from being sold 

 -rumor were she was as flexible and elegant as a cat, could jump unnaturally high, and had a fantastic balance.

-basically a cat..the public had named her purrty girl, because if you were lucky, or unlucky enough to get close enough, she had the most beautiful eyes

-there were a clip of her going around where her beautiful eyes could be seen 

-his lovers eyes

-he had brushed it off as a coincidence at first

-he found out a night, when he had been working late and you had a little too much to drink

-and your drunk brain thought it as a good idea to practice some balance on the railing of jumins balcony 

-only jumin walked in on you balancing on a railing a good 30 stores above the ground 

-then the pieces suddenly fit together 

-he loves the cat part but….do you really have to do something as dangerous as fighting criminals? 

-he´d only stop worrying about 3 months later, when you hadn´t once come home with more than a scratch 


-there were a clip on the news of a girl beating up some gang members and then seemingly disappearing when she left the alley.

-zen is super intrigued and fascinated by this clip

-he´s reading every singly ridiculous theory he can find on her

-”mc! this one says she´s an alien and that´s why she could dissapear!” 

-the public call her the chameleon 

-you almost burst out laughing bc your boyfriend thinks you´re an alien 

-he finds out when rushing to work one day

-and suddenly an unfamiliar person with a very familiar voice is yelling out his name 

-”zen! watch out!” 

-he missed the car by a centimeter 

-the unfamiliar person is rushing towards him now 

-”omg Zen! babe, are you okay?” 

-then it clicks, and you realize your slip up 

-he drags you to an alleyway to allow you to change back to the real you 

-”mc, i love you, this won´t change anything in our relationship, but you have to talk with me about this, come on” 

-he cancels everything he had planned for that day, and spends it cuddling and talking with you instead 


-he is obsessed with the news clip of a masked girl, rescuing a girl from getting raped by sending a hoard of dogs,cats,rats and birds after the pig 

-the public call her urban snow, because 1. that is some disney princess shit and 2. urban sounds cool lmfao 

-he is constantly calling her a disney princess

-he doesen´t suspect a thing, even tho it is common for stray animals to be very comfortable around you 

-everytime that happens yoosung is like 

-”wow animals really like you mc! you´re almost like Urban snow!!!!” 

-lol thx for telling me i´m almost myself yoosung 

-he finds out on a way home from a date one evening 

-you´re very aware of the two guys following you, and sure enough

-suddenly there a weapons being pointed at you, and a gross guy ordering you to give you his money 

-yoosung is just about to step in front of you, in an attempt to shield you, when a dog bites one of the guys in the leg, a rat crawling up the other leg 

-they run off

-yoosung stands there confused for a few seconds, looking around for Urban snow before slowly turning towards you

-you can almost see the hearts in his eyes, as he pulls you into a tight embrace

-”you´re so cool mc!!! you really are a disney princess”


-she had seen the news of a masked girl, trapping two criminals in a ring of fire, and then walking away 

-her public name were fiery match, as she seemed to be able to draw fire from thin air 

-jaehee said it was all fake and computer effects oh jaehee if only you knew 

-she´s suprised so many actually think it´s real 

-she finds out in a much  less dramatic way than the others 

-you two are at the cafe, it´s way past closing time, so you´re just enjoying each others company and drinking coffee 

-you two talk so much that jaehee forgets to drink her coffee, before it turns cold

-without thinking you place your hand over the mug, and abracadabra, its hot again, that´s what you usually do when you´re alone 

-you only realize your mistake when you lift your head and see jaehees shocked expression

-she´s frozen in place

-her eyes are moving from the mug, to you, to your hand, again and again

-you´re almost scared she´ll run off and leave you 

-instead she takes your hands in hers, looks you in the eyes and…

-apologizes for believing it was computer effects lmfao jaehee bby you don´t have to apologise for that! 

-she´s very shook, but more than okay with it 


-she´s your new 1# fan


-he´s been trying to find this so called “Angel of salem”, ever since the news showed the clip of a suspected serial killer, being pulled up in a tree by his feet…by a branch, a masked girl standing by, and calmly watching everything unfold 

-you had been planning to tell him, but this was too hilarious, if he only knew he´s actually looking for his own girlfriend 

-when you ask him why he wants to find ´her´he says something along the lines of “i need her to teach me to do that” 

-you reply with “well maybe she´s closer than you think! i´m sure you´ll find her soon” 

-you had originally planned on having him wake up in a room covered with flowers, growing from walls and the ceiling as well

-but that´s not how it went 

-you were simply getting some water and taking care of the small cactus on the window-still, making it bloom

-not even 3 seconds later there were fast footsteps heading straight towards you, whoops the cctvs 

-you turned your head just in time to catch a glimpse of sevens excited expression, before being pulled into a big hug, and spun around 

-”why didn´t you tell me i was looking for you? you´re really my Angel!….ok now, teach me how you do it” ffs seven it´s not something you can learn 

-needless to say he is more than okay with it..purchases way to many plants for the house 


-he had heard about the clip going viral of 3 criminals being tied up, very very fast and only in one frame of the clip, was the masked girl visible 

-he doesen´t really care too much tbh 

-the public call you grease lightening as the colours on your suit is very similar to the ones of the car 

-he finds out when he comes home earlier than expected and catches you vaccuming the house, wayyy too fast than any human would be capable of doing 

-”oh…why didn´t you tell me you´re grease lightening?…its cool” 

-that´s really all he has to say on the matter 

-on the inside he´s an excited little child tho


-the masked girl were all over the news, altough blind V could still hear 

-the masked girl snuck into a childrens hospital at night, and everyone woke up feeling better than ever 

-when the doctor made tests they were indeed cured of all disease

-the kids named you Rapunzel bc of the tangled movie i ain´t bout to call her an saviour or messiah or whatever fuk rika

-you had been talking with v about his eye sight the other day. how he didn´t need to punish himself for Rika, and he deserved to be happy as well. as well as photography being his true passion, would he really give all that up?

-surprisingly he agreed 

-”i know.. i couldn´t save rika…but i can at least save myself, and i want to wake up everyday seeing you as the first thin in the morning..but it´s too late now”

-you gently placed your hands over his closed eyes 

-”mc it doesen´t work like th-…how did you do that??…Rapunzel??!!” 

-you couldn´t help but laugh at being called Rapunzel by a grown man

-lots of happy tears and new plans for the future god bless