A/N: I’ve seen this done a lot and I don’t think a toppdogg version was made lol I just thought it was super funny. Definitely not my idea, so credit is due to whoever came up with this hilarious concept 🙃
P-Goon: yes!! Fight his tiny ass!! Why he always taking off his shirt? Why he always MCing when there’s no need for an MC? So obnoxious oml please knock his ass out. serious “Leader” my butt smfh
Hojoon: idk tbh he’s kinda sus…he seems all quite and innocent but when the camera are off he’s a real Scorpio™. He was born on Halloween so I bet he’s freaky. I’d fight him for always looking better than me. Don’t hurt him too bad bc Sangdo will probably scold you like a mom
Sangdo: no? Wtf? Are you an animal? Why would you want to hurt this Pisces baby :( if you do then Hojoon is probably already planning your murder
Nakta: I wouldn’t mess with him tbh he’s really tall and could beat my ass any day…but yeah he steals everybody’s food so fight him for that. Just throw a couple punches and run away quickly and pray he doesn’t catch up to you
Yano: no omg he’d probably start crying and think about all the things he’s done wrong in the past :( he looks mean but trust me he’s a squishy panda maknae on the inside and everything affects him aw poor baby
A-Tom: the second maknae aka the second in line for the throne in hell. So arrogant and selfish, please fight him. You’ll probably end up apologizing afterwards just because he’s so pretty. Might laugh at you while you’re throwing your punches. Might hit you back rly hard and knock you out…take your chances
B-Joo: yes jfc I’ll literally pay you to fight this punk. Stop saying WOOWWW all the mf time you lil shit. It’s adorable, but I think we all know he’s on the verge of insanity. Also don’t hurt this one too bad bc Hansol will probably murder you in your sleep
Xero: tbh? Yes. Although he might not even get what you’re doing and end up giggling. So dumb. But pls don’t break his nose or ruin his face. Aesthetic prince, so you should beat him up for always acting cool and pretty and better than you
Hansol: idk man he’s difficult bc he’s so bipolar. He might cry before you even touch him, other times he might try to choke you with his dirty underwear. Bring backup just in case tho. B-Joo will probably be watching on the side, giggling and stuffing his face with popcorn
This was so fun to make lol if you want another group, let me know 😇
can you do cuddling with ten of nct pls!! have a wonderful day 💕💕
A/N; im so so so sorry for my inactivity its the end of the school year and im trying my best to not lowkey fail so i apologize but since it is summer i should be posting more frequently so about that yall
tbh tho like i wanna say bias but then it starts to become irrelevant when i say everyone is my bias wHOOps
cuddles for everything to be real rn
having a bad day? CUDDLES
tired ? CUDDLES
just cuddles all around basically
is 50/50 one the big spoon-little spoon situation
kinda like a kid when it come to cuddling
hella moves around LiKE ThIs Boi CANnOT sTAY StilL
is always warm
but ice cold feet
loves laying his head, and arms, and legs on you
loves the skinship like he’s just always near you
he must be showered with affection or will pull you in even tighter than he already has you
“chitaphon i cant breathe”
loves facing you when cuddling
like that awkward but really cute eye contact is a pretty good summary of what is going here
“ten, why are you staring at me?”
“because you’re gorgeous” aaljsdksajfkl
will always talk about his day
or rant about something most likely something stupid that johnny did
“so like today johnny snorted a noodle and it came out his mouth, and i was so inspired that i had to try it”
“please tell you didnt”
“OHHH I DID BUT I PUT A NOODLE IN EACH NOTSRIL IT WAS EPIC”
idk was happening in my mind when i wrote that but seemed pretty accurate to me
probably alot of bad jokes
leaves lots of kisses
like LOTS OF KISSES or a subtle makeout session whAT
prefers to cuddle facing each other while his hand is resting on the lower part of your back while your legs are intermingled
or he is the big and is basically koala bear hugging you with his arms and legs wrapped around you
always watching a tv or has soft music playing in the background
in general its always a good time to be cuddling with chittaphon
Jung Jaehyun & #58: “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
Warnings: Slight horror in the beginning, not much else.
A/N: This got long, but idk? ALSO, the teasers images. Like who gave them permission?? But also they’re great. Anywhoo. Here you go~
You didn’t normally go outside at night. Mother said the bad
people came out at night, so you didn’t go out. She never told you why they
were bad people, or what they did, just that they had taken your father, and
that was enough to make you want to stay away. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be
any different, you hadn’t intended to be stuck outside well past midnight. All
you wanted was to be home and asleep, like any other eight-year-old child.
cause I can? idk anon in the past I might have written up a five page essay defending his character but in all honesty its been 84 years since DA:I came out, and I really don’t care if people agree or not. I’m just going to take this anon in faith as a genuine curiosity and not some problematic character gotcha.
He’s an interesting character to me, that’s literally it. He’s a good man doing bad things, he’s a man displaced out of time and scrambling to find something familiar, and he’s got a guilt complex so strong it destroys worlds. I empathize with that, and there’s a reason I write him as someone who experiences dissociation and survivor’s guilt because I do believe it has affected him and his actions greatly.
I should point out that I do not write these things as an excuse for what he’s doing, just as a way to understand why he acts the way he acts. He’s an asshole, but I personally feel like the writers did a good job making him a sympathetic asshole. If someone feels otherwise that’s okay…that’s all up to people’s individual interpretation and there is no right or wrong answer to that.
Summary: based off the song Somebody Else by The 1975, a generally sad imagine where Dan and reader are in love but can’t be together for various reasons,, what happens next? read to find out ((idk why i made this sound like a bad movie trailer i’m sorry))
Warnings: slight angst, so many time jumps (i’m actually sorry about how much it jumps around)
A/N: hi hi hi i’d like to apologize for being the absolute worst account owner and writer as i haven’t posted a new imagine in over a month… to anyone who’s requested something, i’m so so sorry it’s taking so long. as a late kinda easter gift please enjoy this imagine which came from me being kinda down & also expect more imagines sometime soon!
“If we love each other [Y/N],” he started as the two of you lay cuddling on the couch.
You interrupted him, knowing where he was about to go, “I can’t… We’ve had this conversation a million times Dan please, I can’t be with you like that, you know why, I’m sorry.”
“[Y/N] please, look, I get it, I really do-”
You cut him off again, “But it doesn’t seem like you do, Dan… I love you, but I just can’t because of what you do.”
“I know, I know that you don’t like that a lot of my life is on the internet but I could keep you away from it, I know I could.”
“It’s inevitable Dan, the second you mention that you’re dating someone it’ll only be a matter of time before your followers find any of my accounts online,” you smile just a little, “People on the internet, especially yours and Phil’s followers, are like mini-detectives most of the time.”
Dan let out a sigh before you continued, “We’d never truly be able to be alone with our relationship. It’s not fair of me to only be apart of half of your life; I can’t date Dan Howell without also dating danisnotonfire. You need to find someone who can be with all of you,” your heart breaks a little as you say it but let the words hang in the air.
He’s silent for a little while, the two of you just staring at one another on the couch.
“I love you,” he mutters out weakly, reaching to pull you back into his chest.
Your voice shakes as you wrap your arms around him, “I love you too.”
The words mean too much, more than if you had said them to Phil, or to a friend. Hours later you’re still silently sat intertwined with one another, simply co-existing next to the love of your life but being unable to be with one another in the way both of you secretly wanted; Dan outwardly and you in denial of it, too afraid of what ifs to take a leap in the right direction. Playing this open-ended game of dating without a label, because a label made it serious; made it real.
a few months later:
Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.
It had been a few months since you and Dan had talked and things were very suddenly spiraling in a direction you didn’t want them to.
You had encouraged, no, you had suggested that he find somebody else but you hadn’t anticipated how much it would hurt.
Slowly, he had begun to pull away from you and it hadn’t become increasingly apparent, until now.
You’d come over this afternoon to visit your two best friends, fully expecting everything to be normal.
Phil had given you a hug on the way in, asking you about your week and how work was. Dan, however, had simply said hello, smiling before making his way to his bedroom, muttering something about editing a video.
Phil furrowed his eyebrows at his behaviour as your heart shattered. You knew it wasn’t fair to expect Dan to keep waiting for you; the two of you had been playing that game for nearly 6 months and it wasn’t at all reasonable of you to want him to wait for someone who just kept rejecting him.
You just shake your head at your confused friend, “I’ll go see what’s up.”
You make your way down the hall after an affirmation from Phil, knocking lightly on the door of the bedroom you’d never had to knock at before.
The voice was almost strange, cut off and distant; he knew it was you but he was acting like someone totally new, not someone who was in love with you.
“Umm, hi,” you let out, stepping in the doorway.
“Oh [Y/N], hey, what d’you need?”
He said it almost harshly, as if you were bothering him.
“I’m sorry to bother you… Is everything alright with us?” your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you waited for his answer; anxiously hoping that every terrible thought running through your head was an overreaction.
Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face you, “You’re not a bother… C’mere.”
He opened his arms, sounding much more like the person you loved as you made your way over to him.
You didn’t say anything as you sat down on his lap, facing him as you buried your face in his neck.
“Love,” he began, “We can’t keep doing this… I,” he pauses, “I found someone who seems really cool, we’ve been talking a bit and I really think I like them.”
Your heart stops, breaking a little more as he continues, rubbing your back as he does, “I still love you, I think I always will; but I think it’s time that I start to move on.”
The words feel forced, like he doesn’t truly mean them. You pull away, looking at him in the eyes as you attempt to decipher what he’s thinking.
You come away with nothing. And that’s when you realize that for right now, you’ve lost him.
Dan had always been good at hiding his emotions, but right now, he was choosing to do so from you.
Nodding your head you looked down at your legs, unable to look him in the eyes in that moment.
“I understand,” you murmur, “I’m- I’m gonna go hang with Phil if that’s alright.”
“Of course, I’ve gotta get back to editing anyways,” he lets go of you, allowing you to slide off his lap.
Quickly, you do, disentangling yourself from his body and exiting his room with a quick goodbye; immediately making your way across the hall into Phil’s room.
Phil looks up from his laptop, watching you make your way toward him from his place on his bed.
“[Y/N] is everything alri-” he cuts himself off when you burst into tears, immediately closing his computer as he stands up and makes his way towards you.
“Alright, you’re alright; I’m here [Y/N], I’ve got you,” Phil continues letting out words of comfort as he hugs you, having moved the two of you into his bed.
I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else.
A little while later, you’ve calmed down; your breath evening out as Phil has finally managed to comfort you enough to stop crying.
“I-I’m sorry Phil,” you stutter out, voice hoarse after having been crying.
“No worries, wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“Dan,” your chest feels heavy as you let out a shaky breath, “I’m, I’m just really stupid and I’ve blown it with him.”
“I’m sure you haven’t blown it, what’d he say?” Phil attempts to reassure you, rubbing your back soothingly as he speaks.
“I told him to move on from me because I was too afraid of what could be and now he’s found somebody else and I don’t know what to do with myself.. I screwed up, Phil, really badly.”
“Dan loves you, try talking to him about it, I’m sure-”
You interrupt him, “I can’t keep doing that to him though Phil, it’s not fair of me to keep stringing him along and I can’t be in a relationship with him… It’s like, I want to be with him, but something’s holding me back.”
“Well I mean, not to be blunt, but are you sure it isn’t just a lust thing? Like, are you in love with Dan or the idea of Dan, or even just the idea of being, ya know, with Dan.”
“It’s more than just physical Phil, I’m totally and completely in love with him, I’m just too afraid of having it screwed up; I don’t want to lose him forever.”
He nods in response, “I think you need to go for it, forget about your fears, you’ll never know if you don’t try… Why don’t we forget about Dan and all this for now, how about a movie and some popcorn?”
Sighing, relieved, you agree, “Sounds good, d’you want help?”
You watch him stand up, beginning to exit his room to head to the kitchen, “Nah I’ve got it, open my laptop and pick a movie, I’ll be right back.”
You nod, grabbing his laptop and logging in, opening up netflix in order to find a movie for the two of you to watch.
a few days later:
You’re woken up when you hear your phone ringing, groaning, you answer groggily, “Hello?”
“[Y/N]!” Phil practically yells into the phone.
“Jesus Phil I just woke up, calm down.”
“Alright, give me like half an hour,” with that, you hang up, beginning to get ready to head over to their apartment for the first time in just over a week.
I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else.
A little over a half an hour later, you arrive at Dan and Phil’s apartment, letting yourself in as per Phil’s request when he texted you and making your way up to the lounge.
“Morning [Y/N],” Phil says as you walk up the stairs.
As you reach the top, you notice Dan is completely dressed and ready to go out. Confused, you raise your eyebrows at Phil and gesture towards him, knowing that Dan was never one to be out of his pajamas before noon unless absolutely necessary.
Phil shrugs his shoulders in reply, the two of you watching as Dan continually texts someone back, not acknowledging that you’ve just walked in.
He smiles at a message and your heart sinks even further than it had already sunken, knowing that it couldn’t be anyone but the person he’d met.
“I’m heading out, coffee date,” he says abruptly with a small grin.
“Alright well, we’ll see you later,” Phil lets out in reply as Dan makes his way down the stairs and exits their apartment.
“So, [Y/N], what d’you reckon we should do today?”
“I dunno, we have a few hours to kill before [Y/F/N]’s birthday party… We could go for a late breakfast- brunch?”
You agree, Phil standing up to go change out of his pajamas as you wait, thoughts only focusing on Dan and what he could possibly be doing with somebody else.
few hours later again (lol i’m sorry for all the time jumps):
Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that you’ll see my face.
It was 2:00 in the morning, and you were still out with all of your friends for [Y/F/N]’s birthday.
You had been out, bar-hopping since about 11:00 and were having a really great time with everyone, while also avoiding Dan.
It had been going so well, until now, when you felt like you really should’ve heeded Ted’s advice in How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2:00 a.m.”
You were sitting at the table your group had claimed as there own by yourself, watching all of your friends dancing while you sat with a drink, drowning sorrows in alcohol in the hopes that it would somehow make the situation better.
All of a sudden, Dan appears beside you, sitting down next to you and angling his body towards yours.
“[Y/N], I feel like I haven’t seen you all night,” he says, bright smile appearing on his face.
That was intentional, you think to yourself before replying, “Yeah I guess, I’ve been ‘round.”
He scoots his chair closer to yours, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, “I’ve missed you recently.”
Your eyes snap in his direction, widening as you realize this is drunk talk.
When you don’t answer, he continues, “C’mon [Y/N], you can’t tell me that you don’t miss me too, miss us.”
He pauses, and again, you don’t answer, unsure of what to say; instead choosing to play with the straw in your drink. Of course you missed him, every piece of you was itching to say it, to go onto the rooftop of this stupid club and scream that you missed Dan.
But you couldn’t say anything at all; because he was seeing somebody else and you were supposed to be moving on, he was drunk and you were still too sober, he was Dan and you were, you. So you sat quietly continuing to move the ice cubes in your glass around, praying that he’d drop this topic.
“[Y/N],” he suddenly lets out, causing you to look up at him.
You catch his gaze for a moment, and suddenly, Dan’s lips are on yours.
Your eyes widen as you quickly pull back, shocking both you and Dan as you do. Before either of you can say anything, you’ve shot out of your chair, making your way to where you’d last seen Phil and [Y/F/N], desperately hoping that they’d still be there.
Luckily, they’ve remained in the same spot and seem slightly surprised to see you there, “[Y/N], what’re you doing here?” Phil asks.
“Came to say goodbye,” you rush out, “I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow or something.”
“Awh alright, text me that you’ve made it home alright.”
You just nod in reply, giving them both a quick hug and wishing [Y/F/N] a final happy birthday before hustling out of the club and calling a taxi to take you home.
In true movie-like fashion, as soon as you’re entering the taxi, Dan runs out of the club; calling your name as he attempts to stop you from leaving. Ignoring him you hop in, telling the taxi driver the address to your apartment and watching as he stands frustrated on the curb as you pull away.
the next morning:
Got someone you love? Got someone you need?
The next morning, you’re woken up by a knock on your door. Furrowing your eyebrows as you weren’t expecting any guests you stand up out of bed, making your way to the door only in an old t-shirt of Dan’s and opening it with a yawn.
To your surprise, Dan stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground, eyes which quickly dart upward as the door is swung open.
“You shouldn’t be here,” you say, replaying last night’s events in your head.
“[Y/N] please, just let me come in, I think we should talk,” he replies nervously.
You nod without thinking, something in you telling you that the conversation was a good idea.
Dan immediately steps in, making his way to your kitchen, “You just woke up, I’ll make some tea while you get dressed and then we can talk,” he states as he sets to work on the aforementioned tea.
“Uhh, yeah sure,” you answer, still stood watching him move around your kitchen, easily finding everything he needed.
“Is that my shirt by the way?”
Your cheeks turn red as he finally points it out, “Umm, yeah, I’ll give it back next time I wash it.”
With that, you turn and make your way to your bedroom, throwing on some sweat pants and a shirt of your own before pausing and taking a deep breath in order to prepare yourself for this talk; whatever it may turn out to be.
You leave the room and return to the kitchen to find Dan stirring a mug of tea.
He looks up as you walk in and something in you shifts as he speaks, “That one’s yours,” he motions to the other mug, “I made it just how you like, even added a little bit of honey because Phil mentioned you’ve been feeling a little ill recently.”
“Thank you,” you say, picking up the mug and stirring it once before taking a sip of it.
“About last night-”
“I miss you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off.
“What?” he asks, clearly confused over your comment in comparison with your reaction the night before.
“I’ve missed you so much, Dan, and I’ve spent too much time thinking about you with somebody else when I know I want it to be me. I am so in love with you, and I think it’s time I finally let go and give us a chance.. If you want to, that is,” you finally finish, looking up at Dan, hoping that he doesn’t reject you but knowing it would be totally fair if he did.
“I came over here to tell you I ended things with the other person a week ago because I couldn’t be with them because they weren’t you… I somehow knew you’d come around.”
He crosses the kitchen in two strides, grabbing your face with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.
You sigh, relieved as you pull away, finally feeling like everything in your life might be just right; especially now that the love of your life was no longer with somebody else.
Hey do we know yet who's siding with who in the Jokes and Riddles war? Please I need to know which of my children I need to throw down the stairs..
covers can be deceiving but i kind of feel like that big cover of the rogues fighting is basically dc’s version of civil war in that it’s probably gunna be pretty accurate to who is fighting who. unless they just randomly threw everyone together to confuse people, which they might have done, but probably not. when the cover first came out i actually jumped over to Paint and made a very bad red line down the middle a clear divide between the two teams.
if this is the correct then that would mean the following teams are….
solomon grundy (also wtf)
if this is the case man idk eddie’s team seems to be a lot more well rounded than joker’s which seems all over the place. i mean they have ivy (who if written right could have ended all this nonsense in seconds but she’s not bcos it’s tom king so we suffer) but i suppose eddie’s team is intellectually stronger. not that it makes any difference bcos we all know tom king’s gunna have joker win to reaffirm him being “the best batman villain ever!!1!”
i wouldn’t get too shook up about the teams tho tbh this event takes place only one year into batman’s career so i guess most of the rogues probably don’t know joker that much anyways?? it’s like their embarrassing high school years “remember that time we teamed up with the joker? hahaha Wild…. pls help me forget…….”
dunno why deathstroke and deadshot are involved bcos this seems more like an arkham skirmish but whatever, guess dc gotta plug them for the dceu and shit. good to see selina is staying out of this fuckshit tho
i just found these pics on my camera roll which i am aware are Bad but i don’t think i ever told y'all i went into build-a-bear and came out with a stormtrooper bear called borp, he is very special to me and he has tiny bear shoes
My phobia of the ocean is so bad that I can’t look at photos of the ocean, photos of underwater, and VIDEOS OF THE OCEAN/UNDERWATER without feeling immensely panicked/anxious/fidgety.
I have never met anyone with the same fear as me and its really frustrating. I know why I have a phobia of it, but I don’t understand why my brain decided it wanted to choose that out of all things to be overwhelmingly scared of.
I just was casually on Youtube when a trailer for a new movie came on, and I instantly was sent into an anxious mood, once I saw a cage in the ocean and a girl in the water. A shark.
Nope. No thanks. Boats come attached to the fear of the ocean. Imagine fucking sinking in the ocean.
Im so sorry it took so long! but examns where being a bitch!
I feel so honored such a nice and awesome person is my friend! I wish you the best of the best! Have some acnorena wedding tbh acno will deny that he made that face forever! my headcanon is that theyd get married in a castle
Derek and Stiles sit in an unmarked squad car on a routine stakeout hoping to catch the person who has been knocking over various warehouses around town. By the fourth uneventful hour, they’ve played nearly every game known to man in order to keep some semblance of sanity, when the speaker squawks.
“What about ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ because you guys are killing me with your boredom. By the way, your push button is broken which means I’ve heard everything. I need to go bleach my ears after hearing Stiles’ enthusiastic rendition of ‘Hello’.” Scott’s voice echoes through the radio.
Stiles huffs at that, but what else do they have but time and sore asses, for the most unremarkable reasons, too. Shame.
“Alright how about….”
Derek closes his eyes as he attempts to drum up some names, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his thigh before opening his eyes, catching his reflection in the side mirror and smirking. “Scott, Parrish, and Me.”
Stiles snorts and turns so he’s facing Derek, “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”
Derek shrugs up a shoulder and nods his head, urging Stiles on.
Stiles squints his eyes and nibbles on his lip as he mulls it over. Derek sighs, “This isn’t Jeopardy, Stiles.”
Stiles’ squint becomes a half-hearted glare. “Fine. Fuck Scott. No seriously, fuck you, bro. My singing is on point. Angels wept.” Stiles screeches into the radio.
“They’re not the only ones who wept. Just so you know I’m flipping you off so hard right now. Also the suspect in question was spotted in your vicinity. ETA on your location is 5 minutes.” Scott responds.
“Roger. Eyes wide open. Ok so on to Parrish. Hmmm. Kill Parrish mostly because I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Would he just come for himself then? You know because of the whole,” Stiles gestures to his body, mimicking being engulfed in flames, “Hellhound situation?”
Scott chokes out a laugh while Derek’s glare becomes contemplative before movement coming from the warehouse has him bounding out of the car with one hand on his walkie.
So I just came out to my mom (she's fine with the LGBT community and is liberal, so I'm not in any danger) but it was sorta on accident? Like I sorta just blurted it out and there is this horrible, terribly long, awkward silence that followed and idk... ever since I've been an anxious wreck and I feel gross and wrong for some reason and idk what to do. I feel so bad and i don't even know why ://
I can actually relate to this a lot. I came out to my mom 9 months and she didn’t take to it well. She’s better about it now but I still get really anxious bringing up lgbt stuff to her. Maybe you guys just need to sit down and have a talk about it. You said you blurted it out on accident so she probably wasn’t prepared for hearing that. I’d just talk to her about it and maybe give her some time to process it.
idk why i put this on my main but. here we are. can’t take it back now.
“Why is everything so stupid?!”
you shouted, slamming your apartment door behind you, too upset to care about
your neighbors. Your boyfriend came out of the kitchen with a smile on his
face, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall beside him.
“Bad day?” he asked, only earning himself an eye roll from
you before you threw yourself onto the couch with your face in one of the
Ryan pushed himself off of the wall and walked over to you,
grabbed the shoulders of your coat, and took it off of you without you moving
so much as a centimeter. After hanging up the coat in the closet by the front
door, he returned to you, climbing on top of you and sitting himself on your
groaned at the sudden weight before you cut yourself off when you felt his
hands back on your shoulders and his thumbs working at the knots in your back.
You sighed in content, hearing Ryan chuckle when he felt you relax for what he
was sure was the first time that day.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asked you, “Might make you
feel better.” You let out a sharp breath, but you knew he was right.
SOME WEDDING PROMPTS FOR UR OTP BC ITS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHILE AT A WEDDING YESTERDAY im in ruins
“this wedding is so boring, no one is dancing, everyone looks miserable and its unacceptable so im gonna try and bust a move on the dance floor and encourage people to come out here with me to get this party started and while im trying to drag people out you see me struggling and trying so you come join me with ur horrible dance moves (i love them) and u dance with me and help me get people to get on the dance floor which ends in success bc people are pouring in and we end up dancing with eachother the rest of the night and u are super fucking hot can i have ur number so we can do this again and maybe make out later” au
“im at my ex’s wedding and im miserable idk why i came but i did and it was a bad idea so im dwelling at the bar in my sorrows planning on getting very drunk and u are the really goodlooking bartender that i end up talking too and you are really nice and it turns out the wedding wasn’t that bad afterall considering once it was over you were driving me home with your kiss burning on my cheek and the following year im the one sending out the invitation to the ex that im getting married to his wedding bartender so hA im also v happy so thanks asshole ex” au
“you are the host of the wedding entertainment and when the dancing/DJ segment comes in yOU KEEP DRAGGING ME OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR and everytime you saw me sitting back down yOU AGAIN DRAGGED ME OUT why are you doing this to me i want to sit my feet hurt and i feel awkward dancing while you are an amazing dancer leaVE ME TO WATCH EVERYONE DANCE AND DWELL IN LONELINESS And oh why are you bringing me out to slow dance??? oh nO- ok fine yes your hands feel nice in mine and i like being in your arms so this is ok” au
“You are in the band at the wedding and you drag me out to sing with you even though this isn’t really a duet but i guess u don’t care (of course u had to pick me why am i not surprised, sad i had to put down my martini im not drunk enough for this) and wE JUST HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL’D THIS SHIT WE SOUND FANTASTIC TOGETHER AND EVERYONE LOVES US I LOVE YOU- i mean i love singing too yeah singing. also ur rlly hot.” au
“im the wedding planner of this wedding and im super stressed bc everything isn’t going the way its supposed too and the bride is my best friend and her to be husbands best man/woman is annoying the fuck out of me acting like everythings fine and noTHING IS FALLING APART WHEN IT IS. MONTHS OF PLANNING ALL GOING DOWN THE DRAIN AND HE’S MOCKING ME AND DRINKING FUCKING BEER WHILE I HAVE A BREAK DOWN AND- wait did he really just manage to fix half these problems and make this wedding out to be one of the best i’ve ever been too??? and is he actually doing everything he can to make sure im having fun and not worrying about things??? iS HE ACTUALLY GRABBING MY FACE AND KISSING ME AT THE END OF THE NIGHT???? wow like i said; best wedding i’ve been too” au