not a puppy but still is at heart

Here’s a list of all the fics I’ve written so far! Now, some(most) of these… I’m not really proud of them? They’re kinda very cringe-worthy. But c’est la vie, I will still add them. From oldest to newest, enjoy~

Welp, this is it for now.

Aries is feeling a rush of energy after the long winter days. Aries is lighting fireworks, and Aries is almost burning the kitchen down with your friends and not being able to stop laughing. Aries is falling down and immediately standing up, Aries is standing up to bullies and doing spontanious roadtrips.

Taurus is waking up with a nice smell in your nose and the sun tickling you to wake. Taurus is finding new music, books, art you enjoy and humming to yourself while doing chores, singing loudly when home alone. Taurus is the satisfaction of having your hard work pay off, Taurus is hugging someone you love after a long time.

Gemini is stumbling across an old bookstore and losing yourself between the shelves. Gemini is throwing a mischievous smile at someone and obsessing over something for a day, then having a new obsession. Gemini is laughing about something unfunny and with that igniting it with humour, and Gemini is having 15 browser tabs open at 3am and having never felt as awake.

Cancer is having pets fall in love with you. Cancer is staying in on a rainy day with a good show, a cozy blanket and someone to snuggle up with by your side. Cancer is late night talks that go from laughing so hard you can’t breathe to philosophical and deep in a matter of seconds, and Cancer is the relief of plugging your headphones in after a stressful day.

Leo is going to your favourite band’s concert and having backstage tickets. Leo is receiving and giving the most wonderful compliments, and Leo is watching sunsets with someone to hold hands with. Leo is the proudness you feel after finishing a superb performance. Leo is the feeling of being on top of the world. 

Virgo is soft ‘good morning’s and whispered ‘sleep well’s. Virgo is the up-lifiting enjoyment of planning for a trip you’ve been looking forward to for a long time. Virgo is stretching in the morning and having detailed and highly challenging discussions, and Virgo is finding pretty flowers on the sidewalk, stopping to look at them in awe for a minute. 

Libra is putting make-up and pretty clothes on and feeling wonderful in your skin. Libra is making entertaining small-talk with new people, and Libra is the feeling of developing a new crush on someone. Libra is the satisfaction of being in an aesthetically pleasing environment. Libra is the sensation of having someone softly play with your hair and tracing your skin with their fingers.

Scorpio is taking a walk long after the sun has set. Scorpio is losing yourself in music, art, literature. Scorpio is feeling every emotion in a way you feel you’re flowing over - be it happiness or sorrow -, and Scorpio is looking the person you love in the eyes, forgetting time exists. Scorpio is feeling a fleeting connection to that one person that rushed past you in downtown. Scorpio is promises kept.

Sagittarius is looking up at the stars and being full of hope. Sagittarius is bonfire nights and spontaniously starting to run. Sagittarius is sitting by the fireplace thinking about everything all at once, and Sagittarius is climbing a tree and looking into the far horizon. Sagittarius is making bucket-lists, and Sagittarius is having deep conversations. Sagittarius is beginning to believe in yourself.

Capricorn is working towards where you know you will one day be. Capricorn is having black coffee in the morning and preparing yourself for the day, Capricorn is harvesting the fruits of all your hard work, and Capricorn is finding the person who can move your soul. Capricorn is resting when you need to and letting yourself recharge. Capricorn is the potential in everyone of us.

Aquarius is little giggles and the non-verbal communication between you and your best friends. Aquarius is talking about your favourite topic and searching for interesting things on the web. Aquarius is taking photos and collecting memories of your life, and Aquarius is your eyes widening in wonder. Aquarius is staying home with a good show. Aquarius is learning to be yourself.

Pisces is sleepovers with a friend and feeling a sense of calm. Pisces is finding yourself in inanimate things, and Pisces is puppies being excited to see you. Pisces is smiling and grinning from the bottom of your heart, Pisces is walking barefoot on grass and dipping your toes into water. Pisces is crying of sorrow with friends and screaming in ecstasy with them. Pisces is stilling the worries of your soul.

honestly my biggest pet peeve in fic AND in canon is everyone forgetting that kara is more than just a musclehead with the emotional range of a puppy and is actually a refugee, with her entire culture and language and religion wiped out, everyone she’s ever met dead, not simply a human with powers but a Kryptonian, always.

Who comes from a family of universe-renowned scientists, and was considered a genius by the standards of the extremely technologically advanced society that aren’t simply american humans in a few thousand years but people who probably have very different brains–along with also being created via the Codex and genetic manipulation (so it’s probably phased out any junk DNA, or vestigial structures–so, Kara probably doesn’t actually have an appendix or wisdom teeth tbh). If Kara had actually lived her life on Krypton, there’s a very high chance she would have went into the Science guild tbh

Really, imagine if you had gone through the equivalent of a rigorous phD program, and then all of a sudden put in a kindergarten science class. In the comics Kara was about to become the youngest person on the Kryptonian science counsel, ever

Yeah, of course Kara’s going to be bored with Earth level science, those science fairs that Alex dragged her along to are, to her, probably rudimentary at best, wildly off the mark at worst (and really–she’s been told to keep hidden. Genius children make news, genius children are noticed. Alex probably had a bit more leeway as the daughter of two world renowned scientists, already noticed by her teachers to be gifted but kara’s already the new adopted kid with the funny accent and mannerisms in a small town. That would be the exact opposite of laying low).

Lena’s probably a better tactician than Kara–a life as a Luthor would be a constant practice in tactics, long term planning. She’s definitely a brilliant scientist, but out of the two of them? Kara’s probably better.

And honestly? Lena realizing just how brilliant Kara really is, a fully fleshed three dimensional character, would be such a better story than just pretending that kara is an idiot with maybe 3 emotions.

Part of what makes Kara such a compelling character is that she’s been through so much, has so much anger and rage and sorrow but still manages to be a light and inspiration for others, intelligent, someone with a gift with words, a genius–someone who thinks of herself–Kara Zor-El, the powerless Kryptonian–as ordinary, someone not yet worthwhile, but she wants to be. She defeated Myriad through her words, through her sincerity and optimism, simply as herself. As Astra said, Kara “has the heart of a hero,” regardless of powers.Her heart is what makes her a hero.

tl;dr: kara is more than just a “puppy” who is incapable of intelligent thought

Okay, so we all know that Jackson is a hardcore chocolate lover, his favourite being the Kinder Bueno, right? (Y’all watched that episode of Please Take Care Of My Refrigerator where there was a whole box, or maybe they were just multiple packets, of the Bueno chocolate, didn’t you) anyway, we have established that Jackson loves chocolate. So, what does JB do, he goes and says this on what he’ll do for his ‘girlfriend’:

And of course, ever inquisitive on anything JB does, Jackson asks:

But the clincher is the way JB stares at Jackson when he says:

and the smile… and when Jackson ask a question to clarify what it JB means, do you people see JB’s completely satisfied wide smile?!

Now, JB continues to smile while Jackson pouts (maybe he’s jealous that JB hasn’t done anything like that for him yet or something, I don’t know but what I do know is that Jackson is a very jealous person, JB himself said it once.)

i. I miss you. each day that you’ve been gone has felt like a bullet hole in my chest, and whenever I try to pull it out another one takes its place. I’ve missed you so much that looking at you hurts, because all it does is bring back everything I’ve ever felt for you and suddenly I can’t breathe. so whenever you look at me and I turn away, please don’t take that as an “I hate you,” but an “I hate that I can’t look at you without dying inside.”

ii. you are beautiful. you are so lovely in your own conventional way that everyone else are flecks of brown and gray. you are wildflowers in june, the eye of a hurricane, city lights at midnight, sunlight through glass. there is nothing manufactured, nothing plastic about your eyes formed from stars and the freckled marks of the earth sprayed across your cheeks.


iii. I will never leave you. I know the last time you let me in your heart I fumbled and let it break, but please forgive me. I was blindsided and weak and I will gladly spend forever making up my mistakes to you. I have always loved you and always will, it just took me a little longer to realize. but you always knew this, and if you’re still sure then say the word and I will be too.


iv. I love you. not the kind of traditional, puppy-eyed love, but the kind that breaks down walls and can be heard from miles away. the kind that romeo and juliet died for, the kind that our grandparents live for. I love you the same way the ocean loves the shoreline, and no matter how many times I am drawn away, I will always find my way back to you.

—  all I ever wanted to hear

y3daner  asked:

top ten times yuuri katsuki was charming without him noticing

Top Ten Times Yuuri Katsuki Was Charming Without Him Noticing:

10) At a competition a little girl got lost and started crying and he calmed her down and let her ride on his shoulders all the way back to the rink when he went to find her parents

9) A fan gave him some artwork to sign and said ‘sorry, it isn’t very good’ and despite being busy and in the middle of signing autographs he still stopped and took a good few minutes to sincerely compliment her work and style which made her blush so badly

8) At college he organised a study group for people who were struggling on his course to share his notes and ended up unofficially tutoring most of them for free and every single person who attended was a least partially in love with him by the end

7) In the skate club in Detroit one of the ice dancers hurt his leg in practice and so Yuuri offered to help the girl who was left without a partner practice her routine by standing in for him even though he was embarrassed that he didn’t really know the moves well. She was incredibly grateful, he learned a bit of ice dancing and every other skater was insanely jealous of her

6) Once a couple proposed in front of him after one of his competitions and he very sweetly congratulated them and offered to take a photo but ended up being in the photo instead at their insistence

5) He did a guest appearance at an ice skating class for children and was really, really good with the kids and encouraging them with their skating and being generally a wonderful teacher and all the young single parents were sighing over him and looking at each other like ‘he’s mine, I’m calling it first, back off’.

4) He donated a lot of money to a dog shelter in Detroit and there were loads of pictures and videos of him there playing with the puppies and everyone’s hearts collectively melted

3) Once a girl at the skating club didn’t have anyone to go to a fancy dance with her and she was embarrassed to go alone. Since Yuuri knew he was a decent dancer he offered to go with her as friends so that she could still go and it was a really sweet and considerate gesture and they spent the evening having fun and owning everyone else in the room with how well they danced. That girl was the one mentioned in chapter 14 who later invited Yuuri and Phichit to her wedding. She met her future wife at that dance, which she wouldn’t have gone to without Yuuri offering to help her out

2) That time he took the triplets backstage in chapter 12 and everyone was like ‘awwww’

1) Every little thing he did that made Viktor fall even more in love with him over the years which was a lot and happened often

The Signs <3

Aries is feeling a rush of energy after the long winter days. Aries is lighting fireworks, and Aries is almost burning the kitchen down with your friends and not being able to stop laughing. Aries is falling down and immediately standing up, Aries is standing up to bullies and doing spontanious roadtrips.

Taurus is waking up with a nice smell in your nose and the sun tickling you to wake. Taurus is finding new music, books, art you enjoy and humming to yourself while doing chores, singing loudly when home alone. Taurus is the satisfaction of having your hard work pay off, Taurus is hugging someone you love after a long time.

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- ̗̀  plots inspired by divide // ed sheeran  ̖́-

under the cut you’ll find possible plots for every single song ( 16  )  +1 extra for supermarket flowers from the album ‘divide’ by ed sheeran. everything can, of course, be altered to your likings as these were just some of my ideas. i linked the songs so that you can be inspired a little more as you’re reading the plot!

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Daryl Dixon’s puppy headbutt | Carol 5.01 “No Sanctuary” // Rick 7.08 “Hearts Still Beating”

requested by @valhallanana

Hands; Jikook

Okay, so maybe Jimin was a little paranoid at times. Maybe, he tended to interpret things too much.

Still, he was at least 101% sure he did not imagine Jungkook glaring at him from the side for no apparent reason.

He had tried to ignore it at first. Kept his eyes fixed on his phone instead (candy crush was more important anyway. Yes, he still played candy crush don’t judge ok). Sometimes Jungkook just stared without noticing, it wasn’t that unusual. Only that he wasn’t just staring but actually glowering at him. For whatever reason, Jimin honestly didn’t know. He had done nothing wrong. Didn’t even touch the cup of half-eaten ramen that had Jungkook’s name scribbled all over it. He wouldn’t dare. You learn from mistakes, okay. So, what was it?

Despite pretending to be really busy destroying colorful bonbons on his phone screen Jimin was actually waiting for Jungkook to speak up. There had to be something. He had been staring for solid five minutes now, it was getting ridiculous. Was he expecting Jimin to magically know what he had done to piss him off and apologize on his own? Like hell he would. Jungkook could give him his death glare all he wanted, Jimin was not going to fall on his knees and beg for forgiveness. 2013 Jimin would have, maybe. But 2016 Jimin was so over that, like, seriously. He was not living in Jungkook’s ass, okay, shut up Kim Taehyung.

(maybe he would apologize if he knew what he did wrong)

Anyways, after waiting for another two minutes Jimin has had it. He had promised himself to not give in but Jungkook’s eyes on him were driving him freaking nuts and he kept accidently using boosters, damnit.

“Okay, what?”, he finally said, looking up from his screen to look at Jungkook, “What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?”

Jungkook’s frown deepened.

“Your hands,” he simply said, like that would explain everything.

Jimin was more than confused. His…what?

“My hands? What? What are you talking about?” Jungkook did not make any sense. What’s with his hands? Jimin looked down at them, still holding his phone in between. What the hell was Jeon Jungkook on about?

Instead of giving him a proper explanation Jungkook suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed Jimin’s wrist, long fingers wrapping around it and lifting it up. Jimin gave him a irritated look, but Jungkook only continued to glare.

“Your hand,” he repeated and was Jimin imagining things or did Jungkook actually look angry at his freaking hand?

“Yes, that’s my hand,” Jimin repeated, growing more exasperated by the second, “What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?” Maybe he was. He was acting really fucking strange.

“It’s so small.”

Wow, rude.

Jimin wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch Jungkook or laugh at him because he was probably actually drunk and talking nonsense.

“Why is it so small? That’s not normal.”

Okay, definitely the first one.

“What the hell?”, he spluttered, trying to pull back his hand, but Jungkook’s grip was too strong. “Screw you, my hands are just fine!”

He couldn’t believe he was letting his dongsaeng, the maknae, the person that was two years younger than him, the boy that was born in Busan after him insult his hands! What the fuck was up with that?!

“No,” Jungkook insisted, tightening his grip when Jimin tried to withdraw his hand once more, “Look how…how tiny it is. I’ve never met a guy with hands this small. These are girls’ hands.”

Jimin gaped at him, shocked. To say he was offended was an understatement. Jungkook just straight up called him unmanly to his face. What had he ever done to him to deserve this kind of disrespect?

“W-what are you- I’ll show you what these ‘girls’ hands’ can do, you insolent little-“

“I just don’t understand,” Jungkook continued completely unfazed. He tugged a little on Jimin’s wrist to pull him closer before he actually let go off him. However, before Jimin could pull back or maybe punch him in the stomach Jungkook’s fingers slid up his palm until his hand was resting against Jimins’, long fingers towering over his by a few centimeters.

Suddenly, Jimin’s mouth felt really dry.

“Look how small it is,” Jungkook mumbled, gaze focused on their hands with a thoughtful expression. Jimin wasn’t sure what kind of drugs Jungkook had taken and he would definitely tell Seokjin about this later so he could have The Talk with him again, but for some reason every protest and insult that he wanted to throw at Jungkook had died on his lips. Jimin looked at their hands and, okay, Jungkook was right. His hands were kind of small, especially compared to Jungkook’s big ones. But he was much taller than him, it was normal for a small person to have small hands, right? It wasn’t like Yoongi’s hands were big. Still bigger than his, yes, but it wasn’t that much of a difference. At least Jimin was pretty sure Jungkook would never have the nerve to walk up to Yoongi and call his hands girly if he wasn’t completely suicidal. Jimin was definitely too nice.

“How is that even possible?”, Jungkook kept muttering to himself, pulling Jimin out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know, they’ve always been like that, okay. Stop mocking me,” Jimin said quietly, a little embarrassed by the obvious size difference. He was still annoyed at Jungkook’s audacity but he couldn’t stay mad at him if he wanted to. Not when Jungkook’s palm was pressing against his own, warm and nice and making Jimin feel way too comfortable.

“I’m not,” Jungkook said, looking up for only a second before his gaze went to their hands again. He hesitated, but then Jimin could feel Jungkook’s fingers sliding down between his own until they couldn’t go any further and their fingers were fully interlaced.

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, heat flaring up in his chest all the way up to his ears. How did this even happen? Wasn’t Jungkook just insulting him like 10 seconds ago? Why were they holding hands all of sudden? How?

When Jimin sheepishly peered at him Jungkook looked just as embarrassed as Jimin felt, which made him feel a little better about himself.

“They are cute, though,” Jungkook mumbled so quickly that Jimin almost didn’t catch it. However, the pink-ish tint on Jungkook’s cheeks was proof enough that Jimin hadn’t just imagined things as well as the feeling of his palm that was still pressing against his own.

Jimin knew his smile was probably splitting his face right now and Taehyung would tease him for looking like a love-struck puppy, but fuck it. Jungkook was probably the only person that managed to insult and compliment him in one breath and still being so awfully cute about it that Jimin couldn’t help but forgive him without second thought.

“You are such an idiot.” Jimin couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice even if he had actually tried, so he didn’t. His fingers squeezed Jungkook’s in reassurance and his heart did a weird flip when Jungkook gave a shy smile in return. He was the worst, seriously. Jimin didn’t even like him.

But, if he was being completely honest, his hands did fit in Jungkook’s rather well.


idk i’m jikook trash and it’s valentine’s day and it just happened.
english is not my first language btw so i apologize for any mistakes i made

Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Originally posted by minjiminieee

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.


Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

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Bugheads first fight

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“Fine! Go then, I don’t need this!” Betty yelled from the booth at pops, tears streaming down her face, as she gathered her things with shaky hands.

“You don’t need this?” Jughead laughed sarcastically, “I don’t need this, Jesus Christ Betty, stop being so selfish.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Jughead wanted to put them back in, he didn’t mean that, shit he didn’t mean that, if there was anyone up there he prayed Betty hadn’t heard that.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed God had decided to take the day off, he heard Betty gasp slightly as she took a shaky breathe

“You’re right Jughead, I am selfish. Who am I to keep you in a relationship with such a selfish bitch?” Betty bit out, slinging her bag over her shoulder, thick crocodile tears falling from her eyes. “Were done.” She whispered before spinning on her heel and sprinting out the door.

Jughead called after her, his hands slamming on the metal table “Betty!” But she was gone, she had run out of their so fast she had forgotten her literature text book. “Shit!” Jughead shouted, shoving his laptop away from him in frustration. Why was she being so unreasonable? She knew him, why would she expect him to go to some stupid party at the blossoms, why did it matter so much to her? He was finally breaking ground on his novel, he couldn’t just up and go out to a party. He dropped his head to the table and groaned.

“What’s up brother?”

Jughead looked up at the voice of his best friend and groaned again when he saw Reggie Mantle standing next to Archie. Just what he needed, his naive best friend and the brainless jock.

“Nothing dude, just Betty.”

Reggie chuckled moving to sit beside him in the booth

“Oh? Trouble in paradise? Do tell.”

Jughead rolled his eyes at the muscular boy squeezing him into the corner and stealing fries off of his plate

“It’s not trouble. She just wants to go to some dumb party and I’m obviously not gonna go.”

Archie dropped down across from him “you mean the one tommorow night? The one at the blossoms? I’m going with Val. Dude you told her you wouldn’t go?” Archie was looking at him with a hint of dissapointment and it just confused Jughead. It was just another dumb party. What was the big deal?

Reggie nodded beside him “I’m taking Veronica. You do know that since you said no, Betty can’t go now? It’s a couples only party.”

Jughead felt sick to his stomach, shit. That’s why she had been so upset when he adamantly refused to be her date. She had been waiting for him to ask and when she had to do it he had said no. What a dick.

Reggie continued
“It’s probably fine though, no one really expected you to go. I heard Trev Brown was gonna ask her if you didn’t. She’ll be there anyway, Betty’s fine as hell someone’s bound to ask her.” Reggie stated, grabbing his soda and chugging it.

“What?! Trev Brown? No. not gonna happen.” Jughead gathered up his backpack and started for the door, but not before Archie stopped him.

“Dude from what I saw, she didn’t look too happy running home. You might wanna.. I don’t know…turn on the charm?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, swallowing nervously. Sure he and Betty had gotten into fights, but she had never been this upset, this emotional. He wasn’t really sure how to handle her, he knew he had to apologize, but from the tears in her eyes, he wasn’t sure that was gonna be enough.

He practically sprinted to her house and sighed in relief when he noticed her light was still on, scaling the ladder he kept by her window, he felt his heart ache when he looked into her bedroom.

She was curled up in her bed, wearing her tiny little sleep shorts and messy bun Jughead loved, but she was crying. He could tell by the shake of her shoulders. He took a deep breathe and knocked on the window. Betty whipped around, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

Her eyes narrowed once they saw him and she stomped over to the window , drawing the curtain aggressively. “Go home Jughead, I don’t want to see you.”

Wincing at her harsh tone, he knocked once again, this time pleading “please Juliet, let’s talk about it. That’s what we do, we talk about it.”

Suddenly the curtains opened again and Betty was helping open the window “I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to someone as"selfish” as me.“ She bit out, moving to stand as for from the beanie wearing boy as possible.

Jughead shook his head "I didn’t mean that. You know that. You are the most selfless human I’ve ever met, I was just so into the novel, I wasn’t thinking. You know how I get. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. It was wrong and I’m sorry.” He started toward her, ready to take her into his arms but she stopped him, placing her hands in front of her.

“Listen Jughead” she started “if you don’t want to be seen with me than fine, I get it okay? But let’s not prolong this, clearly you’re not happy in this… relationship.” She wrapped herself in her arms.

Jugheads eyes went wide, no way were they gonna break up two times in one day. “Bets” he moved to unwrap her arms “I am so happy, I love that people know we’re together, I didn’t know about the party, I just finally started making some sense of my novel and I wasn’t thinking I was being selfish. Me not you. I want to go to this party with you, because it’s important to you, and what’s important to you is important to me. I do not wanna break up. At all. Ever.” He smiled softly when he heard her giggle.

“I don’t want you to do anything you done want to.” Betty said softly “I know how important your novel is to you.” She moved closer into his arms, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him, her big green puppy dog eyes completely melting his heart.

“You’re much more important.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers.

After what felt like hours of kissing, Betty pulled away and sighed contentedly, Jughead laughed pulling her over to the bed “so that was our first big fight as a couple, how do you think we did?”

Betty rolled her eyes, leaning against his side.

“Hmm 8/10 for communication.”

Jughead nodded, mock seriously
“Okay an 80. Good enough, but still room for improvement.”

Betty laughed out loud, and pulled Jughead to her.

“My favorite part is the making up.”

Jughead smiled against her lips

“Mmmm, me too.”

Looks™ by Even

lets start off with mr. hot and movie star even, just casually sitting there with his feet propped up on the table like nbd and don’t be fooled, he actually is this flawless 

imma just take a moment to now mention joint-tucked-behind-my-ear even, its crucial to show how extra even really is

and just for the aesthetic, imma add the oh so famous remake of the talk show host scene where even is a literal movie star figure and he just HAS to bring out the shades because he’s that guy

we got some lounging!even w his hood up, no shoes, chilling on the floor action going on. theres more hoodie up action coming up, stay tuned 

now this is just put in here because even is just so effortlessly beautiful but this is even tryna act cool and collected but secretly his heart is beating super fast

now for one of my personal favorites, the time where even got us ALL shook with his extra ass self, with the whole jean jacket shoulder thing going on. honestly, he’s too extra, why is he like dis

LETS NOT LET THIS MASTERPIECE BE FORGOTTEN 

next we got wet hair and wet body and wet shirt and just WET even with his shoulders just there being all broad and hot and ugh wow what a look (shook)

hey we got another example of this hood up cute look by even. what a puppy. what a lil baby. isaks lil baby. so cute wow, PLUS he’s wearing our favorite shirt thats been passed around

now we got “hey we just had a magical day which included lots of great conversations and cuddling and i slept over but i snuck out in the morning and haven’t spoken to you in like 2 days but hey im back and imma fuck around and hook up with sonja in 2 days but i look good” look. honestly what even is that scarf

another personal favorite, frat boy, super chill and laid back even. honestly, ill be very offended if i don’t see this kind of guy in frat parties next year when im off at university. that is all.

ok now my heart is breaking at this one but here is “i just broke your heart and my own heart but im just going to watch over you by a distance and hope you’re out and sneak drawings into your locker and pocket and ill still love and wait for you and maybe purposely run into you in the shop” look

heres a lil sad puppy whose terribly in love and just wants to b loved and saved in return and is sorry for leaving but is also really horny and wants to fuck

and now we got even being the flawless being that he is and rocking the whole white shirt thing with isaks grey sweatpants. “mr. cooking in the kitchen the morning after. mr. i didn’t leave this time, im here, i love you. mr. I LOVE GABRIELLE. mr. say im the man of your dreams” look with his signature lil hair piece flopping on his forehead

self explanatory. we can’t forget even’s pale ass getting mAC DONAldSS

bringing back another personal fav: the look where even is terrified and super in love but he’s also really ill and just needs someone to save him and be there for him. protect this boy at all costs please

here we have cuddly and sleepy and ill even but not to worry! isak is there for him, saving him right back. how adorable is he

this look is actual proof that even bech naesheim is the literal sun and he’s very beautiful and deserves all the love and support from the world. isaks grey sweatpants are making a comeback!!! and also the reused hoodie

and to finish off with another one of my favorites, the happy!even look. so cute and happy and disgustingly in love with his lover and its the perfect look to finish off the season and hopefully that look was proof he’s season 4 main LMAO IM OUT

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💎 FUSIONTEEN 💎 aka seventeen fusions!!

(i havent posted them here so!!) These are exactly what you think they are, a fusion between two Seventeen members. Descriptions under keep reading…

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Call Boy Winwin (Winwin x Reader)

AYYY WAZZZ UPPPPPP MY BABESSS!!!! I’m back and ready to make y’all bust A NUT! People said it wasn’t possible, Winwin, an angel, a precious baby, could never be a call boy. Well…listen up children: yOU CAN DO ANYTHING U SET UR MIND TO SO HERE WE ARE! I’m super proud of this one and happy how it turned out, so please ENJOY!!!

P.S. Winwin’s ears and lips were literally sculpted by god fite me in the quad

Originally posted by fairyprincewinwin

The popular cozy cafe was ridden with customers, leaving you squeezed in a corner on a fluffy cushion with your cup of tea in hand and balancing a book on your knee. Luckily you sat directly next to a big window, allowing you a view of the whole street, where fashionable young couples and groups of friends were strutting about hand in hand, arms looped together like destiny knots.


You sipped your chamomile, feeling unsatisfsfied with the bitterness of the drink. You had a sweet tooth like no other, preferring your herby drinks to be drowned in sugar. Tucking your book under your arm, you made your way over to a neat little table that held cream and sugar, decorated with sweet smelling flowers and vintage knick knacks.

You made a move for the sugar when a much larger hand knocked into your own, causing you to jump and apologize, spilling some of the tea down your hand with a yelp. You winced at the pain and finally looked up at the other person, “I’m so sorry! Please excuse-,” you quickly recognized that familiar gorgeous face and plump lips, “Winwin!”

He had on a concerned look, seeing the way your hand had turned an angry red, all splotchy and painful looking, “_______! Is your hand okay?”

“Oh,” you looked down at it with a blush, not believing your luck. You turned back to him with a sheepish smile, “It’s fine, I guess.”

He gave you a look, taking your book and cup from your hands and leading you over to the table where he was sat at, his things sprawled over the surface. He grasped your hand gently, lifting it up in the dim natural light to see what the damage was, “I’ll go ask for some ice. You should go to the bathroom and run your hand under some cold water while I’m doing that, okay?”

You flushed with embarrassment, as you mumbled your reply through red cheeks, “O-okay.”

You scurried off to the bathroom as the skinny dark haired boy walked over to one of the servers and asked if they could spare a bag of ice. You entered the restroom and turned on the brass faucet all the way to the coldest setting, gingerly sticking your hand under the freezing stream to relieve the pain. You stayed that way for a few minutes before you felt like you’d had enough of women walking in and giving you strange looks, returning from the bathroom to find Winwin had grabbed another chair and pulled it beside his, a respectable distance away.

You sat down, greeting him with another smile, “I got a bit tired of people giving me weird looks in the bathroom.”

He let out a small chuckle, an adorable little sound that seemed to match so well with his deep accented voice, “That’s okay, they managed to give me ice.” He reached for your hand again, looking up at you for permission with pink ears before you placed your hand in his, “Here, this should help a bit.” He pressed a plastic bag of ice wrapped in brown napkins to your hand, the cooling effect alleviating some of the pain.

“It’s not that bad,” you joked, covering your grin with your free hand. “I’ve burned myself worse on my curling wand, this is nothing.”

He laughed again, making your heart sing along to the sound, an addicting lilt you’re sure you could here for the rest of your life. You dared to look over at him, through a curtain of hair, “So…what’s my best friend doing at my favorite cafe?” You poked at his arm, “Last time we were here, I distinctly remember you saying something like, ‘This place is too crowded, I don’t like it.’”

As you mocked his voice, Winwin pouted, turning his gaze toward the window so you couldn’t see his blush, “W-well I just thought I would give it another try. Besides,” he countered, “they have the best coffee.”

“Fair enough,” you smiled, glancing down to where he softly cupped your hand in his. “It’s been awhile since we hung out, Winwin. I miss you, I’m a lonely hermit without you.” You tried to sound like you were joking, but truly, you missed him like a starfish missed the salty water of the sea.

He didn’t reply for a moment, hesitating, “I-I’ve been busy with work.” He lifted the ice pack, inspected your hand before replacing it, “I didn’t expect that I would barely get any free time,” he met your gaze, sincere, “I missed you too though.”

You blushed, trying to find something to say back, searching, “So how has your job been? Do you like it? What was it again…? A bellhop?”

Winwin nodded eagerly, “Yep. And you know it’s really interesting because I get to see so many fancy people, it’s crazy.”

“I’ll have to visit you sometime,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “When I finally get paid that is.”

“Oh, yeah,” he seemed to remember something, looking interested. “How’s working at that bookstore going?”

“It’s nice,” you bit your lip. “But the old couple who run it always seem to forget to give me my paycheck…or actually write it at all.”

Winwin furrowed his brow, “Why don’t you say something, dummy?”

“Because I can’t seem to bring myself to do it,” you dramatically sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “They’re just so old, but really sweet. And sometimes I think they can’t understand a word I say at all.”

Winwin laughed, finally taking the ice pack off, looking satisfied at how much better your hand looked, “Well that stinks. At least your hand is better.”

“You should kiss it better,” you teased, half-joking, secretly half-serious. “Then I’ll feel completely healed,” you recovered by laughing obnoxiously loud. Nice one, you moron.

“O-oh, okay, I mean sure.” The dark haired boy stuttered, lifting your hand fluidly and gently pressing his plush lips to the back of your hand. He let them rest there for a second too long to seem more than friendly, allowing his lips the secret pleasure of just feeling you skin.

He blushed and pulled away, face completely red, “There, happy?”

“Y-yeah,” you mumbled, heart racing as you retracted your hand and pressed the back of it with your fingertips. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he took a shaky breath and checked the time on his phone, nearly smacking himself as his dark eyes widened, “Shoot, I’m going to be late.”

“To what?,” you asked, curiosity bubbling up inside of you as you watched him gather his laptop and books, hands a flurry.

“To work,” he exasperated, slinging his bag on his shoulder. He murmured to himself, passing a hand through his hair, “They’re going to be so mad.”

“Get going then,” you smiled gently, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his pants. “And don’t forget to text me when you’re off so we can hang out again, okay?”

He managed a smile, his petal pink lips quirking, “Yes ma'am. See you later.”

“Bye,” you waved as he quickly walked away, weaving in and out of customers with his slim dancer body until he reached the door. You’d already turned away, so you didn’t see the way he looked back at you one more time, longingly, his eyes soft.

You looked down at your still pink hand, thinking of the way his lips had felt against it, a pang in your heart. Feeling like a love sick puppy, and an absolute loser, you pressed your lips to where his had been, pulling away only to wrap your arms around yourself sadly. How pathetic were you, to be the girl who falls in love with her best friend? But falling for Winwin was inevitable, you knew you felt something for him the day a mutual friend introduced you to one another.

You shook yourself, mad that you were so upset over something like this. But you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t deny your heart, that was foolish. So you packed your things up, needing council and comfort, you went to the one person who’s advice you held above all other’s.

~

You arrived at the chic apartment building, shiny and new, full of hip young people and newlyweds. You felt jealous and out of place as you passed all the couples holding hands, fingers itching to mimic the gesture, but grasping at empty air. You were grouchy after the elevator ride when you finally reached the sleek dark brown door of a certain apartment. You pressed the doorbell impatiently, hearing from the other side of the door shuffling footsteps walking over.

The door opened up to reveal the gentle dark eyes and strong jaw of Taeyong, a smile on his lips, “_______! You actually showed up.”

You scoffed, punching him in the arm as he snickered while you walked in, “Save it Taeyong, I’ve had a day.”

“'A day’?,” he wondered sarcastically, “Are you on your period or…?”

You flopped on the couch facedown, your voice muffled, “Oh my god, shut up. This is why I don’t come over here often.” You groaned into the downy cushion, “You just pick on and bully me.” Sitting up and looking around you asked him, “Where’s the girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, making you scoot over so he could sit down too. “She’s at a…lesson right now. So what’s up? You seemed kind of upset on the phone.”

“I’m not upset,” you said, worrying at your bottom lip. “It’s just…I feel like Winwin doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore, that I make things awkward and-”

“_______,” the older boy interjected, “To Sicheng, you’re his universe, he practically revolves around you. Do you know how many time I’ve had to sit through him being a primadonna and whining about how he misses you-”

“Wait, what?,” you blubbered, turning your body to look directly at him, eyes wide.

Taeyong looked at you like you had grown two heads, “Yeah, you two are literal morons. He’s had the fattest crush on you since the moment I introduced you to him at my birthday party.” He smirked at you, poking you teasingly, “And we all know that little Miss here has had the hots for our resident prince since day one too.”

You blushed, happy but embarrassed by the fact that everyone could see Winwin’s feelings far more plainly than you. You picked at a loose thread on your sweater, quiet, “What should I do then? He’s always busy with work, being a bellhop of whatever it was-”

“A bellhop?,” Taeyong questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sicheng doesn’t work at a hotel at all.”

You were taken aback, “What do you mean? He told me just today that he had to leave for work and that he was a bellhop at some hotel.” You felt betrayed, “He didn’t lie to me…did he? Why would he?”

Taeyong sighed, unsure of how to approach the subject, knowing fully well Winwin should be the one to tell you. After all, if Winwin wanted to date you, you were going to have to live with what he truly did for a living. The older boy placed a warm hand comfortingly on your shoulder, “_______, don’t blame him for lying to you. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you or scare you.”

“What?,” you replied, eyes full of confusion. “Taeyong, I really don’t understand-”

“Sicheng is a call boy,” Taeyong blurted out, eyes hard and gauging your reaction. “He’s a male prostitute.”

You felt your stomach drop, not expecting an answer like that at all. Quiet and sweet Winwin a sex worker? You couldn’t even fathom it.

“How?,” you quivered, hands shaking as you digested this new piece of information about your best friend.

“It’s not my business to tell you,” Taeyong murmured. “That’s Sicheng’s part to tell, I’m not going to steal it from him. Better to hear it from the horse’s mouth anyway.”

You bit your lip, nodding, looking down as your phone buzzed and reading the name of the subject of your conversation. It was Winwin, telling you he had nothing going on tonight, no work.

No work.

You don’t know why, but your fingers moved on their own accord, typing out a message asking Winwin if he wanted to hang out at your apartment later. You might as well get it over with, you thought. Better to have him hate you now, rather than later.

Winwin’s reply was fast, excited with many emojis as he said that sounded good.

See you then.

~

Your palms itched as you paced around your small apartment, talking to no one in particular as you reassured yourself, and maybe your house plants.

“Listen, ______,” you eased yourself onto your futon. “Being a…call boy doesn’t change who he is to you. He’s still Sicheng, still Winwin.”

Your mind just kept taking raking through memories of times you’d spent with him, searching for queues and indicators of his true feelings for you. You also thought of what might have prompted him to make such a drastic occupational decision, he seemed too…innocent for such a job. But according to Taeyong, Winwin had been going strong for a few months now, since he started his second semester at the university you both attended.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely heard the mechanical ding of the doorbell, nearly jumping out of your skin as it rang through your tiny abode. You stood quickly, “Coming!”

Patting down the comfy and loose dress you’d decided to wear before striding cautiously over to your front door, you nibbled nervously on your lip. You reached for the door, gingerly turning the handle and opening it to reveal the sweet smile of your best friend, “________.”

Seeing him almost made you forget everything, a smile mirroring his, “Winwin.” You held out your arms and he rolled his eyes, swooping you into his.

He held onto you, comically rocking you back into your apartment, “Been a while since I’ve seen your place, but you’re still a plant hoarder. Killed any of these ones yet?”

You playfully shoved him, shutting the door and crossing your arms, “Hey, those ones died because I bought them from some cheap convenience store.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” he teased, shrugging off his coat and still observing your humble abode. “It’s really cute,” he mentioned, hanging his jacket next to yours and softly striding in. “Everywhere I look it’s you.”

“What?,” you blurted, snapping back to attention after dazing off staring at his strong looking back.

He chuckled, “I said you’re everywhere. This apartment really has your style.”

“Oh and what’s that?,” you countered, joking around as you plopped on the couch. “Messy?”

“No,” he pouted, collapsing next to you and stretching an arm on the back of the sofa. “It’s cozy and cute, just like you.”

You hoped the dim lighting of your living room hid your blush as you stuttered your thanks, “O-oh, thank you. I tried.”

Winwin smiled gently, but his face shifted and became more concerned, “_______, I’ve been wondering, are you doing okay?”

You were startled by his question, confused, “O-of course! I’m perfectly fine!”

You answered too quickly for his liking and he narrowed his eyes, “I’m serious. You can tell me anything.”

Your heart lurched, causing you to frown and furrow your brow, “But you can’t tell me anything? Winwin, trust is a two way street.”

It was his turn to look confused, “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”

You sighed, grasping his hand and giving it a tight squeeze, “No, it’s just…” You couldn’t find it in your heart of hearts to tell him, so you lied, “I just worry about you sometimes, that’s all.”

You gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster and he gave you a crooked one, relaxing his shoulders and murmuring, “You don’t need to worry about me, _______. You’re the one burning yourself on chamomile.”

You laughed lightly, and then it grew quiet again, like both of you knew what had just happened wasn’t real, a safe lie. Trying to lessen the tension you wiggled your cell phone, “Wanna order take out…?”

“God, more than anything,” Winwin breathed, snatching your phone from your hand and looking up your favorite restaurant, not even asking what you wanted to order before he called the place. He knew you all too well, and he saw through your lie.

You flipped on the television, finding one of those channels that played the same movie over and over for a whole day. Finding one you both liked that had just been released on dvd, you went to your closet and grabbed all the blankets and pillows you could carry. Winwin had already dimmed the room, letting the soft glow of one lamp and a few candles illuminate his face, making you completely stop where you stood. His tan skin looked golden in the light, and you could see the brown flecks in his dark hair, eyes reflecting the yellow light of the lamps. He looked so at ease, like this was the first time he had relaxed in weeks, and the bags underneath his eyes were indicators of that.

You felt a lump in your throat, realizing how much you’ve missed him, and how you wanted to make this night special for him, a night for him to just relax. You walked over and playfully dumped the soft blankets and pillows all over him from behind the couch, making him jump and reach over for you. Winwin pulled you over the couch and into his arms, tickling you furiously as you screamed with laughter, “S-Stop, W-Winwin…!”

He pouted as he stopped his assault, “That’s what you get, you know I don’t like being scared.”

You giggled softly, letting your head fall back against the pile of blankets as Winwin cradled you in his arms. The boy let the moment fade into silence, still not letting go as he gazed at you with longing, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and your chest still heaved from laughing. He wanted to tell you so badly, to let you know how he felt, how he had always felt.

He even wanted to tell you what you already knew.

He could ruin this friendship by confessing, or, if by some miracle you felt the same way, he would still have to deal with the fact that his job wasn’t one that appealed to most. He can’t even imagine how you could feel alone in bed, wondering who he was going to be fucking that night, where, and when he would come home. You would probably worry if he really did love you, or if you were just simply a distraction for him from his job.

But you were so much more to him, you were his best friend, and he could never cause you that much pain. He already lied to you, and now, Winwin already knew that you knew. You were trying your best to hide it, but he could tell that you were still struggling to accept that that was his reality.

Seeing you look so beautiful and at peace made his heart hurt, he wanted you to know. Maybe you would be able to accept, and maybe you would be able to be with him. In that moment, Winwin realized if he didn’t tell you how he felt and what he did, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Winwin’s perfect lips parted gently, “_______.”

“Hm,” you hummed, eyes still closed and your body still relaxed.

“Look at me,” he murmured, allowing you to sit up and move out of his lap. “Please.” Brow furrowing, you did as he asked, pulling one of the blankets into your lap for some semblance of comfort as your heart raced.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he swallowed, eyes reaching yours for a split second before darting down to his hands. “I should have told you weeks ago, but I was so afraid. I was so scared of losing you that I lied, and only to you.”

Winwin looked up at you again, dark eyes hard with shame and fingers clenching, “I’m a call boy, _______. A male prostitute.”

You blinked, swallowing painfully as you realized that this was reality and everything Taeyong had told you had just been confirmed.

“I didn’t know.”

“You knew,” he murmured, eyes turning downcast, ashamed. “You just didn’t believe it.”

“What do you want me to say Winwin?,” you murmured, reaching out to cradle his head against your chest. “I realize now that you haven’t changed, you’re still Winwin to me, no matter what you do for a living or what lifestyle you choose to have. You’re still my Winwin, okay?”

You heard him give a shaky breath, sniffling once as he brought up a hand to wipe his eyes. You couldn’t stop what came pouring from your mouth next. If now was the time to confess all harbored secrets, you had to tell him yours too.

“And you already know something too, Winwin. You’ve probably known for so long and I must look like an idiot for never telling you-”

Your words were cut off as Winwin lifted his head and cupped your cheeks, placing his perfect mouth on yours without a sound. Your eyes were wide with shock, hands shaking as you gripped the blanket, could this really be happening…?

Your thoughts were confirmed when he began to move his lips against your, kissing you tentatively at first. You let your eyes close, senses heightened as your fingers released the blanket in your lap and found his thick hair. His kisses grew more confident, breathing in such a way through his nose that your heart thudded in your chest as you realized what you meant to him.

Winwin kissed you fiercely, gasping as he dragged your bottom lip with his teeth and drew you into his lap. You straddled him confidently, never wanting to be so close to someone before and feel all of them, every touch, smell, and taste. Your friend slowly pulled away, lips lingering on yours as one of your hands came up to feel how hard his heart was beating through his endearing pink sweater.

His breath ghosted across your lips, as he gave a tentative smile, “I didn’t know.”

“You knew,” you repeated his words from earlier, though they were filled with joy and mirrored his shy smile. “You just didn’t believe.”

“But I do now,” he murmured, already leaning in and pulling you impossibly closer.

“But you do now,” you whispered right before he swallowed you whole again, his hands already wandering to places you had only dreamed of him touching.

The wet sounds of your kisses made you moan quietly against his lips, never having kissed someone who was so good at it before. Winwin was a natural, and no wonder he found a talent for sex, because your panties were already beginning to dampen from under your loose dress. You couldn’t help the way your hips started to move against him, body naturally seeking a way to feel more, and to make him feel good as well.

He gasped from the sensation, prying your mouth open with his tongue and ravaging you with it. He tasted like caramel coffee and cream, so addicting that you rubbed your tongue against his in order to taste more. He pulled away and chuckled, hands on your hips and still allowing you to grind softly against him, “Taste good?”

You nodded, biting your lip shyly as you slowed your roll and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Stick out your tongue,” he whispered gently, a smile on his plump lips and a thumb running soothingly on your hip.

You did as you were told, mouth open and tongue out as you wondered what he could possible be wanting to do to you, not that you were complaining. You were surprised and so incredibly turned on when his own tongue came out and swirled around yours, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on your wet muscle sensually. You could taste the caramel and the sweetness of the cream even better as your eyes fluttered close and you moaned loudly. Your hands found his sweater, grasping onto it tightly as your hips increased their pace again, loving the way his rough jeans rubbed your clit through your panties. Your dress had completely ridden up your hips, and Winwin’s hands couldn’t help grasping your thighs and squeezing them with a groan.

And just like that, Winwin pulled his mouth away, looking at you through his lust with serious dark eyes, “_______, we don’t have to, not today.”

You sobered up quickly, looking directly back at him with a clear mind, “I want to, Winwin. I want you.” You grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it gently, bringing it up to kiss his fingertips as you added, “Please.”

His lips parted and he smirked shyly, looking so cute and hot at the same time that you wanted to throw yourself off a building, “Okay, but I’m not going to fuck you, I’m tired of fucking.” He kissed your nose softly, resting his forehead against yours, “I’m going to make love to you, and you’re going to be my first and only.”

Your heart swelled as you kissed his cheek, pulling him into a hug as he stood up with your legs wrapped around his waist. You buried your face into his neck, realizing you wanted loving Winwin more than lustful Winwin. He carried you to your bedroom, letting just the glow of the moon and the city light his path as he laid you down carefully.

He crawled over your body, slipping your dress higher and higher until it was over your head and somewhere on the floor. He left a trail of kisses over your stomach, the deep hum of his voice soothing against the skin, “I never really enjoy it,” he said, reaching behind and undoing the clasp of your bra, “Fucking, I mean. It’s too…detached and unfeeling.”

He continued, your chest arching into him as he massaged your breasts, “You may feel everything that’s happening…the touches,” he leaned down and took one of your peaks into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “The hands, the fingers,” he reached and tugged your panties down your thighs, fingertips dragging over your skin before grazing over your dripping core. “But that’s not really feeling, is it?”

You mewled as his thumb rubbed your clit generously, swallowing your moans with his mouth, “N-no.”

“Feeling are those touches,” he murmured against your lips. “But with someone you love.”

He stilled his hand, and you ceased your sounds of pleasure, watching as he looked down at you with eyes clouded with adoration. You smiled, brushing his hair from his forehead, “Are you saying you love me right now?”

Winwin blushed, hand retreating from your wet heat, “Y-yes.”

“Don’t,” you grabbed his hand, bringing it back to your lower lips and helping him insert a finger. “Show me.”

You tentatively reached down and began to rub him through his jeans, “And I’ll show you.”

It was a switch, from a shy boy with a crush, to a man who wanted nothing more than to worship your body and feel everything with you. He quickly rid himself of his sweater and you watched as goosebumps raised over his tan skin, fingertips arching across his chest. He shivered and pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his cock aching to feel the slickness that his fingers felt.

No words passed between the two of you, touches and looks told everything as Winwin removed his pants, watching with a small smirk as you gazed at his member. He felt confident, wanting to ask just once, “Am I what you expected?”

You gulped, sitting up to push him onto his back, as you murmured in reply, “You’re what I want.”

Winwin groaned as you stroked his cock languidly, enjoying the sensation of his veins and the slickness of his precum. Feeling adventureous and eager to please, you let your lips wrap around the tip, letting go only to place a long kiss on it. The boy let his head roll back, a hand weaving gently into your hair, cursing as you took him in. Your head bobbed quickly, feeling his thighs tense beneath you as he whined, “______, I want to come with you, please stop…!”

You gave him one last long suck, releasing him with a pop and a trail of saliva on your lips. You moved over him, scared for a moment at what this all meant. You were sleeping with your best friend, a call boy, who are trained to make a woman think she’s their entire world, just so they can make a buck. Winwin saw the panic in your eyes and rolled you over, pressing your bodies together so you only felt him. His voice was hard, but his eyes were soft, “Stop. I know what you’re thinking and it’s not true.”

He leaned down and kissed you chastely, tucking your hair behind an ear, “I’m not here as Sicheng the call boy, _______. I’m here as Winwin, your Winwin, who was a stupid lovesick idiot the moment he laid eyes on you.”

“Do you really love me?,” you choked out, wiping away the tears that spilt softly down the sides of your face. The unconfident girl inside of you longed for him to scream yes, to reassure your thoughts and hopes.

Winwin cupped your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his gentle brown eyes, “______, you won’t ever know how much I love you. I can only dream about you seeing yourself the way I see you.”

He leaned down and sealed his words with a kiss, making you smile against his lips as happy tears escaped your eyes now. You shifted your hips, indicating that you were ready for him, and he responded in kind. Gently parting your legs, he positioned his member above your entrance, looking you in the eyes as he slid into you with almost no hindrance. It was like you had found the missing half of yourself for the first time, the feeling of him sheathed inside of you.

And perhaps you did find your other half in that moment.

Winwin let out a sigh of relief, gaze still trained on your face as he allowed you to adjust and make the first movement of your hips. You gasped, rolling yourself up to meet him, feeling the way he rubbed and slid past your walls over and over. It was intoxicating and beautiful to see the look of sheer love and adoration on his face, all for you to kiss and mirror.

Without a word, you silently passed the reigns of power over to him, allowing him to set the pace and take control. His movements were passionate and precise, making you feel as though you were moving with him as one, not two bodies. He bent down and buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses and whispering your name with hot breath, the mantra slipping past his lips without a break. A hand slipped down to stroke your sensitive bud, rubbing in the same rhythm as his hips, heightening your feeling of pleasure.

“Winwin,” you moaned softly, addicted to the sound of his skin slapping against yours and of his gasps as he sped up, close to his high.

His thrusts became more erratic, choppier and, for a split second, animalistic as he rutted into you and rubbed your clit to completion. The two of you cried out each other’s names, hips still frantic as you savored the feeling of euphoria at the same time as one another. Winwin rubbed you until your thighs shook from overstimulation, wanting nothing more than to see to it that you felt your fair share of pleasure. Your head rolled back and you squeezed your eyes shut, fisting the sheets as he slowly finished his assault on your sensitive bud.

He pulled out carefully, but not careful enough to catch the seed that spilled from your heat and onto the sheets. He smiled gingerly, but you just waved away his worries by pulling him down for a kiss, dragging him to lay beside you in the moonlit room.

You watched the reflection of yourself and the moon in the dark pupils of his eyes, and he in yours. True love was beheld by the two of you as you stared into each other’s reflections both ways. He pulled you close, body tucking against his in such a perfect way you could weep at the feeling. He smiled contently and kissed your forehead, tucking you beneath his chin and humming softly as his eyes slid close.

Drowsiness slowly pulled you down into her warm embrace, but the only touch you felt was Winwin’s. You waited until it seemed like he would fall asleep before kissing his lips tenderly and whispering, “I love you too.”

Not Her, Please

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by anonymous: one where he’s getting married but not to u

Note: thanks for playing with my emotions with this request!!!! lmao, I liked writing this actually I had fun

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It shattered you when he told you he couldn’t devote enough time to you, and that it wasn’t working.

You begged him, to not throw what you had away. He wiped any tears that slipped onto his cheeks away, trying to seem as if it was harder for you than him.

He was lying to himself.

You were messed up for weeks, for months. You weren’t the same; you would cry, a lot; you would be incredibly isolated; you would get so angry and lash out; you would get drunk and call him, leaving various messages that you would hate yourself for in the morning. And yet, you couldn’t bare to say his name. He threw two and a half years down the drain.

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