so much love pouring from my eyes

My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6



Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

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Recently I’ve been waking up depressed or anxious.. it keeps me from being happy, distracted instead of enjoying my life, fearful instead of creative. So I wrote this to remind myself of truth. I read it every morning and it’s helped me reset, feel light, and be present. I’m putting it here in case it can do that for anyone else.

“I wake up content
Even though there are troubles there is also the sun, quiet rain, there is love, there are perfect, happy days ahead…there is so much good.
I will soak in the day with light coming from my fingertips, love pouring out of my heart.
I will look at the sky with purple in my eyes, making everything just a bit more beautiful. I will see the art in life.
The storms in my mind will calm- oceans always eventually calm.
I am mindful, present. I am here. I am still.
Yet I will run. I will run into life with excitement, for there is so much ahead.
There are people to love with all I have. There is strength to find.
Even when I trip, my bones will heal stronger where they broke and I will learn when to jump.
When I am pressed again into the depths I constantly climb from, I will remember how beautiful the darkness has made me, and I will climb again.
When my heart is heavy with so much emotion that I am afraid to feel it all, I will look it in the face. I will not run. I will let it run through me, the fear the loss the dreams the longing the grief the love the empty the awe.
I will allow it to make me.
If I am afraid, it is only because there is so much more - there is greatness I could achieve, if only after a few falls.
But there is so much in me. So I will fall until I prove it, no matter the bruises.
I will decide who I am, I will decide to be the most of myself.
Until I am at the end, surrounded by love, beauty in my wake.”

Don’t Leave Me (Draco x Reader)


prompt; Harry accidentally hits you with sectumsempra instead of Draco 

warnings: near death experience, mention of blood 

“Are you okay?” I ask my boyfriend of two years, Draco, worriedly as he absentmindedly picks at the food on his plate, not ever eating anything. He doesn’t respond, and doesn’t even appear to have heard anything I had just asked him. "Draco?” I whisper in his ear, gently stroking his arm. He’s been like this all day, distant. He has barely even spoke to me and wouldn’t even leave his room. I had to get Blaise to practically drag him out for dinner. "What?” he asks bemused. "You need to eat Draco, you haven’t eaten all day.” I urge. He just shakes his head and continues to pick at his plate. I huff defeated and keep a comforting hand on his knee. Just then Draco’s head shoots up when he notices Harry and Katie Bell giving him accusing glares. I look at Draco, whose eyes are fixed on Harry’s before he looks back down, looking as if he’s about to be sick. I knew Katie Bell had been cursed and that stupid Potter thought Draco did it. Draco would never intentionally hurt a fly, and I could tell it’s been bothering him all day. Suddenly Draco stands up and walks out of the great hall, without even as much as a goodbye. I look up and see Harry hurrying after him, and I get up to follow. As Harry turns a corner, I follow and we can both hear the soft cries of Draco. My heart breaks, and I want nothing more than to go over and wrap my arms around his body, and tell him everything will be okay, but I refrain myself, not wanting to be seen by Harry. Just then Harry enters the bathroom, and a shocked Draco turns around to face him. "I know it was you, I know you cursed her Malfoy.” Harry says accusingly and Draco being Draco, shoots a hex at him, missing. Harry throws one back and it goes on like this for a few more seconds before I’ve had enough. "Stop!” I shout desperately, but it’s too late. Just as I emerge from my hiding spot, Harry yells “Sectumsempra” hitting me dead in the chest. My mind goes blurry, and I expect to fall onto the hard, wet bathroom floor, but I never do. Instead I’m held tightly in the arms of my now sobbing boyfriend. "Y/N! Baby, please stay with me. Keep you’re eyes open, alright? Let me see your beautiful eyes okay? Please baby.” He begs between sobs. Blood begins to pour out of me from every which way, as I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. "What have you done?” Draco shouts at Harry who stands still, looking sad and guilty. "Come on Y/N, stay with me now baby. I love you, I love you so much. I cant live without you, please.” He pleads, tears streaming down his face. He leans down and puts his quivering lips on my forehead, whispering one last ‘I love you’ before Professor Snape rushes past Harry, placing his wand on my bloody wounds, and muttering some sort of spell to heel me. As the blood appears to magically retract into my body, Draco kisses my forehead and begins to slowly release me from his grasp, about to hand me off to Snape, but knowing what he’s about to do I stop him. "Please Draco, just leave him and stay with me.” I say, hoping to distract him from killing Harry. Well at least for now, knowing Draco he’ll never let this go. He nods and scoops me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style to Madame Pomfrey, as if I’m the most delicate and fragile thing in the world. "Never scare me like that again Y/N.“ Draco says seriously, with sadness in his tone, that makes my heart break. "I thought I was going to loose you.” He croaks, as a stray tear falls from his eye, down his pale, tear-stained cheek. I gently cup his face, "I love you Draco.” I say while wiping his tears. "I love you Y/N” he begins, “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

lil reasons to love bangtan's syub-d

- album reviews
- when he used the faux fur from the coat as his ‘blond’ hair
- dressed up a mj figurine bc he thought he might be cold
- enjoys working in messy environments
- flipped rm off when the latter ranted in english nonstop
- being extra in rm’s log
- him reacting to kumamon irl
- “swag”
- the roommate who’d offer to watch movies together but fall asleep in b/w
- when he got jealous bc jimin asked namjoon to help him write lyrics for ‘tony montana’
- OTL moments
- licked a bath bomb bc he wondered if it’d taste like fizzy vitamin
- “lost my bag”
- says drinking coffee from a straw is 2 much so pours it in a bottle
- everything that happened in ‘first love’ and his entire mixtape
- blatantly sticking his ass out for hoseok to kick
- “i teared up but the tears evaporated”
- stitching the doll’s nose then leaving the needle there
- first idol 2 write music for weekly idol
- specialty: yelling jhope even when he isn’t on screen, only having eyes for jhope, can only focus on jhope’s fingers, laughing hysterically @ jhope’s reaction, loving jhope
- when he n jim were trying to push each other using hands only but the former ended up goin straight to jim’s crotch
- pulling chopsticks out of his sleeve
- his lover aka the neck pillow
- his reaction after telling fans he’s turning 24 in a month
- personally thanking heechul for taking care of them in weekly idol (even tho he didn’t get no screen time in the end)
- his trophy gazes
- jimin once described him as, and i quote, “an angel w no wings”
- suggested getting broccoli n salmon sponsorships for hobi bc of his dark eye circles
- do you ever just realize how he’s the first to react to hobi
- running to steal jin’s flag from behind
- saying how rm stealing his food was “so cute”
- when hobi said he was nervous for the rehearsal he replied, “hyung will carry everything so don’t be nervous”
- the legendary leather jacket
- “lost my taehyung”
- invented the lazy way to make a wrap
- making armys convert to the religion called bts
- stretching = lying down
- self added the rude hip thrusts in dope
- attempted in using chopsticks w left hand
- how he charges out of the scene right after the shooting is over
- lil feet claps
- plays basketball
- always there to reassure hobi’s nervousness
- always hyping jhope up before its the latter’s turn to rap
- how he covers his entire head in the airport
- ok but consider this….he was The One who encouraged jimin to write lyrics

I Can’t Save Her: Part 26

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, 

Word Count: 1200

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: It’s finally time for Bucky and Y/N to face the talk that they have both been dreading.

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I stretched sleepily as the morning rays beamed through the slants of the blinds. I winced slightly at the pain that radiated from my ribs – it seemed like it didn’t matter how I moved… it was likely to hurt. As I opened my eyes I felt a surge of panic – Bucky was gone. Had I imagined everything last night? I had been finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams lately. I sat up slowly and looked around – trying to find some clue that would help me discern if I had dreamed it all. Bucky’s boots were kicked over by the side of the bed – I sighed with relief. At least I hadn’t imagined it.

My wave of relief was overcome by another worry – Bucky and I were going to have to talk, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. We had had days of recovery – we couldn’t put it off any longer. As I was working my courage up Bucky stepped out of the bathroom. He had on a pair of loose sweats but no shirt. His wet hair from the shower he had just taken was dripping down his back. He moved stiffly – occasionally grimacing. I took in the full extent of his injuries with my mouth agape. To say he had been through literal hell would have been an understatement. His body was black and blue from the severe beatings he had taken but he also had a variety of cuts and odd marks scattered about– several were newly stitched. He turned to put on his shirt and was startled when he saw me staring at him. “I’m sorry If I woke you…” he said apologetically. He hurriedly put on his shirt – obviously uncomfortable about me seeing the marks on his body. Once his shirt was on he loosely tied his hair up and made his way to the bed. He sat on its edge – not looking at me. “Y/N…. we need to talk,” he whispered seriously as he turned and his eyes met mine.

“Yes – we do.”

“I don’t know where to begin really… I fucked it all up doll,” his voice cracked and his eyes sparkled with tears.

“Bucky…” I said as I shifted uncomfortably beside him. “You should have told me… you had no right to keep it from me… If it’s my past I need to know it… regardless of how dark it might be.”

He nervously ran his hands through his hair. “God I know. Y/N I am so sorry. Everything that has happened to you is because of me. I was just… I was so selfish, and I was terrified of losing you so I pushed you away. In my fucked up mind I guess I thought I was saving us both,” he started sounding more frantic with each passing word.

“But you didn’t save me, Bucky. No one can… except for me. You… you promised me. You looked me in the eyes and you promised you would never do this. How can you love someone as much as you say you love me and just walk away?” With each word I could feel all the emotions I had bottled up for months come pouring out. I hastily wiped away the tears that had spilled from my eyes.

Bucky pushed off the bed with a huff and began to pace back and forth in the room. “Don’t you get it?” he asked as he spun on his heel to look at me. “I don’t deserve you. I didn’t before this and I sure as hell don’t deserve you now. I was trying to set you free and I thought the only way to do that was to break your heart. To make you hate me. To do the one thing so despicable that maybe you wouldn’t drag my best friend half way around the world on a suicide mission to save someone that doesn’t want to be saved. And yes it killed me… Every morning I woke up without you I wished I hadn’t woken up at all.” Tears slid down his face as he fell to his knees in front of me. “I asked you not to look for me. I didn’t want to be found. I can’t ever be the man I was before… not after what I have done. Not now that I know the truth… And the worst part is I can’t remember doing it. I don’t remember your mother, your father, or you – but I did it. I was the catalyst for the worst day of your life, and I can’t remember it. I can’t trust my own mind. And I can’t…. I can’t live through hurting you again.”

I slid off the bed and sat in the floor beside him wiping a tear from his eye as I looked at him thoughtfully. “Bucky – you don’t remember them because you weren’t you when you did it. Besides we have no way of knowing if what we were told is the truth.” He sighed shakily as he wiped his face with his hands roughly. He winced when he touched where I assumed Steve had punched him, judging from the deep purple hue of the newest bruise. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had already forgiven you because I did… I did the moment I found out,” I whispered softly as I tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

“What if I can’t forgive myself?” he asked as he looked at me – so helplessly broken.

“It will take time, Buck. Especially for you. You carry all of your guilt so deeply…. Luckily there is a group of people just outside of this room that will help you…. And I will help you too,” he smiled at me softly which made what I was going to say next that much harder.

“I need… I need time. I want you here with me, but you broke my heart Bucky. As much as I want things to go back to how they were… they just can’t. Not now at least,” I added softly. His face fell at this but he nodded in silent understanding. “I still love you – I’m still devoted to you, but I need to know… I need to believe… you won’t do this to me again, because we aren’t done with HYDRA…. I can’t be worried about you disappearing at the drop of a hat when we find out more…”

“I understand. I will do whatever it takes… I promise… I won’t let this happen again,” he whispered sincerely. And I secretly prayed that he was right.

He pushed off of the floor and offered his hand to me. I took it gratefully and he hoisted me up. I watched him gather his things as I sat on the bed. He was making his way for the door when I spoke. “Buck… I would like you to stay… I mean… if that’s okay with you. Last night was the first night since you left that I haven’t had nightmares… and well… I like knowing that you’re here,” I whispered shyly.

He turned and smiled at me sweetly. “Of course, I’ll come back tonight.”

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A/N: This is my first post with visuals, so it may not be that good.  Hopefully you’ll still like it :) It’s also based off of 1D’s song ‘Taken’ Link to song will be posted at the end

Now that you can’t have me, you suddenly want me. Now that I’m with somebody else, you tell me you love me.

I rushed into the bathroom of the club, looking at myself in the mirror. I was panting loudly, looking as if I was running from a murder by my facial expressions. I needed to leave this place before she found me. 

She is my last girlfriend that I was with, Perrie Edwards. We were together for about a year and broke up 8 months ago. I should’ve known we were coming to an end. All we did was fight constantly and she was barely home. But not being a good person and tell me to my face that we were over, she just left. It was after one of our fights. She just stormed out the house and disappeared. Me being the idiot thinking she would for the just the night, turned out she left for days, weeks, and now months. Without a simple goodbye. 

I’ve got a boyfriend now. We’ve been together for a few weeks. I don’t have honest mutual feelings for him though. I just needed someone to keep Perrie off my mind, and he was the first one to catch my eye.

Tonight, my girls wanted to take me out to the club since I hadn’t been there in awhile and they know I’ve been going through a pretty rough time. Little did I know, the person who caused my pain and distress the past few months was here aswell. 


I didn’t think it was her at first, but when I looked closer, I knew it. Everything about the way she danced, the way she sipped on her drink flirtatiously, it all just screamed 'Perrie’. At some point, she must have realized someone was staring at her because she turned her head in my direction, our eyes catching each other. She squinted her eyes, then a shocked expression came onto her face as she came into realization that it was me. I saw her start to make her way over to me, but I was quick to dart through the crowd away from her, rushing to the bathroom since it was the quickest place to go.

Just as I was about to walk out, the door opened. And there she stood, in all her glory. Same blonde hair. Same icy blue eyes. Same everything. We stared at each other for a good while, before I tried to push past her and out the door. She grabbed me by the wrists and turned me around.

“Leigh-Anne…, I-I was trying to contact you a few times. I’m guessing you changed your number or blocked mines…” I could tell she was nervous and didn’t know what to say.

“Perrie look, this is not the time and pla–”

“I know, but I just need get this off my chest and I can’t go another day without letting you know that……I-I miss you. I love you Leigh. I’m so sorry about what happened. I was just so upset and didn’t want to face you anymore, so the only way to do that was just walk away completely. I’m utterly, completely sorry because that was the biggest mistake I ever made.” She held my hand as she spoke. I could tell she meant every word, but I wasn’t having it.

I slept on your doorstep, begging for one chance. Now that I’ve finally moved on, you say that you’ve missed me all along.

“Perrie, sorry can’t fix everything. Do you know how devastated I was? How worried I was? How do you think I felt just waiting each day for you to come home, but you never did?!” I was starting to get furious by the second.

“Yes and I’m–”

“No you don’t! You don’t know because you’ve never had that happen to you before, and I’d never do anything like that to hurt you! I gave you everything for fuck sakes! When my friends found out I was with a girl, they wouldn’t even talk to me! Not even my family! I gave up every fucking thing for you and you just walked away from it all!” Tears started to sting my eyes as I yelled, Perrie tearing up aswell.

“And then you don’t even say goodbye, or any of that shit! I called you every fucking day! I texted you, hell I even called your mom and asked about you! That’s how much I love you! But you don’t even love me back!”

“Leigh-Anne, you know that’s not true. I love you, so fucking much it hurts!” Perrie said, tears pouring down her face now. I shook my head at her, biting back more tears that escaped from my eyes. 

“You don’t mean that. I’m more than positive that people around have told you I’ve got a new boyfriend, right? That’s the only reason you’re here. You don’t want me to happy at all.” I spoke harshly, not caring if it hurt her feelings at all. She stayed silent. I chuckled.

“So you’re not gonna say anything now? Now that I’m saying the truth?…….Wow, you’re really full of it.” I tried to push past her once again, but my attempt failed again. She pulled me back again, only this time with a little surprise

She kissed me.

Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? You only love to see me breaking. You only want me 'cause I’m taken

I pushed her off of me, backing up surprisingly.

“Perrie, what the hel–” She cut me off by kissing me again. She cupped my cheeks, forcing me into the kiss. As time passed, I slowly started to kiss back, which surprised the both of us. As much as I hate to admit it, I missed the way her lips felt against mines.

As the kiss slowly began to get heated, she pulled away and pushed our foreheads together.

“Let me tell you something. I love you. With all my heart. There’s no one in this world who can love you more than I love you. Yeah I fucked up. Big time. But that was my mistake, and I’m willing to make up for it, no matter how long it takes. And I don’t give a shit about this 'boyfriend’ of yours, because I’m more than positive he can’t treat the way I treat you. And he definitely can’t fuck you like how I fuck you.” She spoke in a low voice, but her last sentence came out seductively. Without a second guess, she pushed me into one of the stalls, She locked the door and brought her attention back to me. She smirked as our lips met once again. Our tongues started to go at each other for battle quickly.

We started to feel up each other’s clothes. Since we both had on dresses, it was a quick removal of our clothes, leaving us in our underwear. We were quick to dispose of that too, leaving us completely naked.

Perrie made me sit down on the toliet as she got down on her knees infront of me. She rubbed my thighs before kissing them softly, her finger rubbing my clit.

“I’ve misses the way your pussy felt in my hands. I hope it still tastes the same.” She winked at me before digging her head inbetween my legs, waisting no time at all to start pleasing me with her tongue.

“Oh Perrie.” I moaned out, arching my back. I grabbed her long blonde hair, pushing her further down on me, grinding my pussy into her face.

“Mmmm, babe you taste so good. Just like before.” Perrie moaned against me, adding her finger in with her tongue.

I was in complete estacy. To say that I nearly hated this woman not even 10 minutes ago. Now she’s got me under her finger, fucking me with her fingers and tongue. It just makes me wonder if she’s forreal or if she’s just messing with my head.

“Perrie, I’m almost there!” I whined out, bucking my hips up more into her mouth. She added another finger, pushing me to my limit.

As I felt myself about to let go, she pulled away her fingers.

“Perrie?!” I cried out in frustration. She smirked.

“I want us to cum together babe. Wouldn’t that be so much hotter?” She chuckled.

You don’t really want my heart, no you just like to know you can. Still be the one who gets it breaking.

Even if Perrie is making me feel all good and aroused, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what happened with us. This could all be a one time thing. Maybe it’ll be a repeat. I give her my all tonight, and then she leaves for another 8 months. And thats just something I can’t put my heart on anymore.

“Babe? Are you alright?” Perrie asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine. Just make me cum already.” She giggled at my bluntness. She spreaded my legs apart, sitting her pussy right on top of mines. We both moaned out at the sudden feeling. We started slow, but then our grinding started to get a little faster.


“Oh my god. Leigh your pussy feels so fucking good.” Perrie growled out. I moaned out from the feeling I was feeling. 

“Perrie, just like that. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Me too babe, wait till I say go.” We moved even faster against each other to reach our peaks.

“Wait for it…….Go!” That was all it took. We both groaned as we came. We rode out our highs together, ceasing to an end. Perrie collasped to the floor, as I leaned on the toliet. I sighed as my mind went back to Perrie and I. Just as I was about to ask her myself, I heard some snoring. I looked and saw Perrie knocked out on the floor. I chuckled to myself.

“Nevermind,” I said to myself,“ ’s not even worth it.” I slipped on my dress and quitely stepped out the bathroom, hoping someone would wake Perrie up later. Although it would be one hell of a laugh to see the expression on that person’s face when they see this naked blonde girl fast asleep on the floor.

I sighed as I took another glance, before walking out back into the club and back home to my boyfriend. Because at the end of the day…

You only want me 'cause I’m taken.



One Direction - Taken

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19 w/ drarry pls 💕

Thank you so much! 

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Prompt List

19 - “We all know you love me”

Fuck Quidditch training.

(Especially the fourth one in the same week, and in the sodding rain, that even magic couldn’t keep away from pouring into your eyes.)

But above all, without a single doubt, fuck Draco Malfoy.

“No!” Screeched Ginny from atop her broom, her voice so shrill Harry was worried for a second she was going to get all the windows in the school to break apart. “Get your slimy teammates of the field, Malfoy, we booked the pitch -”

“If you were making a joke of us being “slimy” snakes, you’re wrong.” Malfoy just answered, standing in the middle of the field as if it was his goddamn kingdom, his hands on his thighs and a smirk playing on his lips. “Snakes aren’t slimy, they’re quite the opposite -”

“Shut up!” Harry shouted, and flew down with so much speed and force even Malfoy jumped back a little. “Listen to her, Malfoy,” he snapped, his face only inches away from Malfoy’s now, “and get your team off the field. We have it until 9, you and your git friends can train after we’re done.”

“What, and train when the weather’s even worse than this? We’ve got a match, too, this weekend, Scarhead.”

“Don’t call me Scarhead.”

“Oh, what?” Malfoy grinned, his teeth flashing in the early dark. “You’d rather I call you loverboy?”

As if Malfoy had flipped a switch, everything in Harry flared hot.

Praying to whatever magic god wizards prayed to Harry cleared his throat, looked around to be sure that no one had heard him, and said, “Don’t you dare bring that up -”

“Why not?” Malfoy was standing up on his toes now to look Harry in the eye. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

“Malfoy -”

“You’re blushing.”

“Am not.” And even if he was, he was the last person to admit that. “We made a deal, Malfoy, to not speak about it outside of the -”

“Room of Requirement. I am aware.” Malfoy shrugged, still smiling. (Harry fought the urge to whack him with his broom, if he weren’t sitting on it.) “I am also aware that you’re being a huge git, and I am going to use this until you let us use the other side of the field. Or d’you rather have me turning around and tell my team what really kept you up all night -”

No!” Harry jumped down from his broom, and pinched Malfoy in the chest. “I’ll hex you if you do.”

“No, you won’t.”

“And why not? I have hexed you in the past, Malfoy, just because we had sex doesn’t mean I’m don’t hate you.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes theatrically. “We all know you love me, Potter. But really, it’s your choice… let us play Quidditch, or I’ll tell that lovely Weaslette what name you’ve been screaming out in pleasure -”

“Alright! Alright!” Harry jumped up, his hands in the air as if Malfoy was holding him at gunpoint. “Fine. Just… piss off now, alright?”

“That’s all you needed to say.” Malfoy mounted his broom - way more elegant than was legally possible, in Harry’s opinion - and then suddenly turned around again. “Oh, and Potter?”


“I’ll see you at 10.”

With that he flew back to his team, leaving a very confused Harry behind, trying not to stare at Malfoy’s arse too obviously.

“Mate?” Ron suddenly said, dooming up beside Harry. “What do you have planned at ten with Malfoy? Are you going to duel?”

Harry’s face grew hot again. “It’s probably going to take me all night.”

Under The Stars (Jungkook Imagine)

The spring break has finally come and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend after the stressful period you’ve been through with all the exams and deadlines you had to deal with for the last couple of weeks. It was springtime and your birthday was almost there -four hours to be precise- turning the big 20 and you were excited to spend it with the one you love the most and the one you missed the most, your boyfriend Jeongguk with whom you’ve been in love with for the past year and a half.

You met him through your now best friend, then the first girl to approach you at the table with a big grin on her lips as she said, “Hi! My name is Seulgi and I can’t wait for us to be BFFS.” And now you were. You were thankful that she barged into your life like that because with her help, you found the love of your life since her friend is roommates with Jeongguk and fixed you two up on a blind date, for Jeongguk that is.

The first thing you had on your mind since you left the classroom after the last reading you had for the semester, was to text your Jeonggukie a simple text, letting him know you finished with everything related to school. He was trying to stay out of your way for the last couple of weeks after you demanded him to give you some space to focus on your grades and then he could have you at any time he wanted, which Jeongguk agreed in a heartbeat.

It was hard at first, trying to keep away from each other since you were so used to spending so much time together, texting every minute when he wasn’t picking you up after class to take you to a late walk through campus and make sure you arrived safely at your dorm when you weren’t spending the night at his place. But he understood and kept the texting to a minimum and met up with you only when you wanted him because he respected your decision and wanted to see you happy, besides the obvious that he didn’t want to get you mad because mad (Y/N) = no sexy time for Jeongguk and he definitely was expecting lots of that after the lonely nights he spent with only his left hand.

“I’m off class and on my way to your place <3”

A simple text was all he needed to jump around the room, excited about your arrival before he darted towards the bathroom to take a quick shower but not before he replied with a quick and casual ‘kay’ to not seem suspicious since he was always a fast replier. He had planned the most romantic night ever and he couldn’t wait to see your reaction when he opens the door to the rooftop and you spot the picnic basket and the soft blankets next to it. It will be the perfect birthday dinner ever. And he was the one responsible for it.

Lost in your track of mind, thinking of the wonderful night you’d spend with your boyfriend cuddled on the couch and maybe watching a movie or something, you failed to realize you were already at the building’s front door. Punching in the interphone code, he buzzed you in immediately knowing who it was.

You climbed the stairs to the second floor and once you were in front of his door, you ringed the bell to let him know you were there already. Not even a minute passed before the door was swung open and a smiley Jeongguk engulfed you in a tight hug. He was already dressed up in a pair of tight ripped black jeans and a white shirt with a red jacket, wearing his usual timberlands.

“(Y/N)! You’re here, baby!” He chirped, peppering your face with wet kisses.

“Hi, Gukkie. I take it you missed me.” You chuckled but were soon silenced by Jeongguk’s lips on yours as his arms wrapped around your waist to pick you up as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar scent he loved so much.

“Oh, so much!” Jeongguk said as he put you down to give you one more gentle peck before he smiled sweetly at you as he took a strand of your hair to tuck it behind your ear. “You look so pretty today, babe.” He pecked your cheek as he took your hands into his, interlocking your fingers gently.

“Thanks, Guk. You look pretty too. Are we going somewhere?” You chuckled, looking him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“Like what you see?” He gave you a cocky smile and a cheeky wink before he continued, “I know you do but we do have to be somewhere.” He took your hand to exit his room and lock the door.

“Where? I was thinking we could just spend the night on the couch, watching a movie or something.” You pouted jokingly as he guided you to the staircase.

You were prepared to climb down when he pulled you to the other side of the stairs, towards the upper level and you frowned in confusion because you didn’t know anyone that lived on the upper floors well enough to visit them at ten in the evening.

“This is much better. I promise you’ll love it.” He assured you as you continued to climb up the several flights of stairs.

You reached the red painted door that led to the rooftop and Jeongguk you right before your hand reached for the knob, leaning towards the electrical socket to plug in some cable you had no idea what did.

“Okay, close your eyes, please.” He said with a big smile on his face, proud of himself.

You did as he asked, waiting for his next move to guide you through the door. Soon you felt his hand around your waist and heard the door creak open to step into the cool air of the springtime.

“You can open them now.”

And as soon as he said the words, you saw the neatly decorated rooftop with beautiful sparkly lights placed on the railings next to the picnic spot where a set of blankets were waiting for you and a smiling Jeongguk who seemed to radiate from excitement at seeing your pleasingly surprised face.

“Wow, Gukkie. It’s so beautiful! Did you do all this for me?” You gasped, looking around amazed at how pretty and romantic the setting looked. He nodded, proudly, moving behind you to wrap his arms around you to pull you into a back hug.

“Yes, my baby girl. I know you had a stressful time this month and I wanted to do something  nice for my lovely girlfriend.” He whispered lovingly into your ear as he swung your bodies gently from side to side.

“Aw, you’re so sweet, baby.” You cooed as you turned to peck his cheek and he rewarded you with a kiss on the lips just because he could.

He guided you in that position towards the picnic basket where he held your hand as you sat down on the blanket, like the gentleman he is and went around the blanket to sit at your side, next to you to take out the food he packed.

The food was delicious as it always was when Jeongguk cooked because he was actually -surprisingly- a good cook and prepared the most delicious meals when he wanted and this time he put effort into making it the most delicious ever even though he only prepared lamb skewers but he made sure to make it extra delicious. Alongside the food, there were two glasses with a bottle of red wine that he soon popped open to pour each of you some to celebrate at midnight with a toast from your boyfriend, making a whole speech about how thankful he is to have you in his life and how much he loves you for putting up with him for the past year and you couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered self as he tried to make it all so romantic but he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“(Y/N), I’m so happy to have you in my life. I love you so much, baby! Happy birthday, my angel!” He finished, clinking your glasses together as he connected your lips in a sweet and romantic kiss before he pulled apart to take a sip of the expensive wine he bought especially for you.

“I love you too, Jeongguk-ah. Thank you for everything. You’re so sweet.” You cooed as he looked down with a shy smile on his face, still not used to hearing you confess your love for him so openly.

Soon, you both set your glasses aside, along with the picnic basket and leaned back on the blanket, cuddling closer together as he pulled another one over your bodies; you head was nestled in the crook of his neck, leg was thrown over his as well as your arm resting on his belly, playing with the outline of his abs, as always. He pressed his lips gently to your forehead as his free hand interlocked his the one on his stomach to stop you from tickling him and you both fell into a comfortable silence and just watched the pretty sky.

“Babe?” He started and you hummed, “You’re majoring in astrology, what’s that constellation’s name, right there? It looks like a snowflake or star.” He pointed upwards at the sky where seven bright stars formed an uneven star.

“That’s an open pyramid and it’s called 'Pyramids’.” You answered him.

“Oh. What about that one?” He pointed to the one to the left. “It looks like a pot without the rim  and with a bendy handle.” He frowned, trying to come up with an accurate description even though he knew it was far from it. “Kinda…”

You struggled to look at the spot where his finger was pointed and focus on matching the description to the image and soon realized what he was talking about.

“That’s the Ursa Major, babe. By the way, your descriptions are so cute.” You chuckled as you leaned up to kiss his jaw swiftly.

“Shut up.” He murmured, looking in another direction on the sky to ask you some more because he loved to listen to you talk about the things you loved the most and astrology was your biggest passion of all. “You know I know nothing about this stuff. But I love it when my girlfriend talks about it because it makes her sound so smart.” He laughed, tightening his grip on your hand to avoid getting slapped on the stomach.

“Oh, so  you only love me when I talk about science?” You feigned offense, leaning up to look stare him down as he looked at you with a petrified expression.

“No! Oh my God, of course not! I love you-” He started rambling and before he could say anything else, you shut him up with a quick peck.

“Babe, you’re doing it again.” You chuckled, running your fingers through the blonde fringes of his bangs, pushing it back to reveal his forehead where you pressed a gentle kiss.

“I’m sorry but you’re so pretty and I feel like I don’t really deserve you and I want you to know that I really, really, really love you for you, not because you know all these stuff.” He confessed, his eyes moving from your lips to where your bodies meet, feeling embarrassed that he had to speak up his insecurities. “I just love to see you talk so passionately about the things you love. It’s cute.” He smiled before he mustered the courage to look you in the eyes and you couldn’t help but break into a smile yourself, leaning down to kiss him again, slow and romantic like you know he likes it.

“So, what is that one called? The funny giraffe with a short neck.” He asked once you were seated on your backs again.

“That’s your astrological sign, babe. Virgo.” You giggled at his coincidental choice of the constellation.

“Ah, it’s cute. And funny.” He laughed.

“Just like you.” You said, snuggling closer into his warm embrace. “Thank you for this romantic dinner. I really needed this.” You sighed into his chest.

“Anything for the love of my life.” He kissed the top of your head sweetly.

Your love for the handsome boy you were laying on was growing more and more with every moment you spent into his arms, just laying there under the clear sky, stargazing after a long and stressful day. There was nothing more you could’ve wished for in that moment and you were as happy as you could ever be, just being with the love of your life, Jeon Jeongguk.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

I hope I explained them well. I don’t really know that much about constellations, so I hope you like this.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt thing, could you write evana and thunderstorm? <3

the rain washes over oslo without any care for the world. the dark clouds hover in the sky like an ominous sign for doom.

eva had suggested on staying inside rather than going out today, and sana had wholeheartedly agreed to the idea.

the negative thing about it is that there’s not a lot to do, when there’s a looming thunderstorm crossing over their heads. all electrical devices had been disconnected from the wall. although eva had gotten the excuse to light many scent candles at the same time, causing their apartment to smell of the odd mixture between cinnamon, vanilla and forest.

the positive thing is that they can cuddle together on their bed and do absolutely nothing at all.

sana likes to do everything and nothing with eva. she likes it when they do something spontaneous (such as go to the beach in the middle of the night and watch the night-sky) and she likes it when they do something simple (like baking a pie and nearly burning it).

the red-haired girl is a party-girl, but not the party-girl everyone seems to assume she is. eva also likes to have her hair braided (she’s fallen asleep in sana’s arms a handful of times); she likes to lie on top of sana and spend an hour just holding sana close. eva is the loud boom, but she’s also the silence that comes after.

“do yo think it’ll pass quickly?” eva asks quietly. her thumb gently rubs the back of sana’s hand.

sana hums noncommittally. “they usually do.”

there’s a sudden flash outside the window. after a few moments pass by silently, the sky rumbles hungrily.

sana shudders.

“are you scared of thunder?” eva asks and looks up to meet sana’s eyes.

“no,” sana shakes her head. “i just… imagine that it must be something like this that children of war fear of hearing.”

“oh,” eva manages to get out. “you mean like… bombs and things?”

“yeah. it’s loud, and it’s sudden.”

another flash, another rumble, and eva can’t help but see the images of war from the news, and can’t help but shudder.

sana feels eva pulling her closer. warm skin, hooked legs and their hands still holding; fingers entwined. a shaky breath before it turns back to normal.

even now she feels out of breath when her ear is pressed against eva’s chest and she can hear the firm heartbeats inside. nights like these, she wishes she could free eva’s heart because she is full of so much love. how can so much love be caged in eva’s body? so much love just… pouring out, leaking from her eyes when she smiles widely.

“do you hear my heartbeat?” eva mumbles softly. sana nods. “the thunder is no different,” she says. “thunder exists because we need to hear our planet’s heartbeat. a reminder that—we aren’t invincible.”

sana smiles. “when did you become so poetic?”

eva lets out a soft laugh. “i guess i became rather the poet from being with you. you’re my inspiration.”

sana’s heart skips a beat and she swallows thickly. she doesn’t know how to reply to that.

“hey,” eva says, stroking her hand down sana’s arm. “i mean it.”

“okay,” sana says and snuggles closer.

another rumble from outside and the rain hits—if possible—even harder on the window.

“you’re mine, too,” sana whispers, nearly inaudible, and falls asleep.

we're live in three... two... one! (part 1)

I’m not quite sure about this fic, so I’ve decided to post the first half just so I can see what you guys think! If you guys like it and want more, then I’ll start writing the second part; but if not, then we’ll just forget about this whole thing. So let me know what you think because I need to know if I should continue this!

( @holographdick )

Pairing: Jeremichael
Warnings: Dirty talk, alcohol & swearing
Part: 1/?

Part two! | Part three! | Part four!

He’s on Off Topic. He’s way too drunk. He’s touched Michael five times in the last two minutes.

Thinking about it now, he really should have sat next to Gavin instead; should have positioned himself out of arm’s reach so that he could have avoided all of this. He should have, but it’s a little too late now. He doesn’t have the option to stand up and shuffle in beside Ryan and Gavin anymore since that would draw attention to him and that’s the last thing he wants.

He bumps his shoulder against Michael’s.


There’s a shot glass sitting in front of him. Michael keeps refilling it every time he finishes a shot, and yes, he knows he should just ignore it; but if he leaves it long enough, Michael will nudge it at him and mumble, “C’mon, let’s do it together Lil J,” and honestly, Jeremy is weak against Michael’s pleading. So he’s lost count of how many shots he’s had since the podcast started, not that he was really counting to begin with, but it’s definitely way too many.

“Alright so, a million dollars but every time you have a sexual thought about someone, you have to tell them that thought.”

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MATT THE BABY DADDY // masterlist

Request: Can u do a oneshot where the reader is dating Matt and when she finds she is pregnant she tells Hux and ren, and ren has to tell her he is matt.

Can u do a oneshot were the reader is saying Matt and she doesn’t know he’s kylo, but she becomes pregnant and so she goes and tells kylo and Hux as part of regulations and Hux gets mad and kylo gets projective because its his.

A/N: Ignore the really bad title, I had no clue what to title it and it was the first thing that came into mind ok. Thanks for the requests, anons! Enjoy! P.S. requests are open again :)

Word Count: 2K+

Warning: None

“Matt, we shouldn’t be…doing this.”

“No one will know.”

“Matt…anyone can walk in on us!”

“No…they won’t, trust me.”

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Hurt // Conor Maynard

Requested by @jjrules123 - number 45 “What did that asshole do to you?”

“What did that asshole do to you?” your best friend asked as she sat next to you.

You were buried under multiple blankets, used tissues surrounded you and you had an empty pot of ice cream sat next to you. You were a mess and there was no denying it.

“What?” you mumbled refusing to tear your eyes away from your phone.

“What’s Conor done? And don’t tell me nothing otherwise you wouldn’t be looking like this.”

“Nothing, it was me that fucked up.”

“what do you mean?” she asked gently.

“I made a mistake Y/F/N, I made a huge mistake and now everything’s fucked up because of it.”

“Did he break up with you?”

“Not quite but he hasn’t spoken to me for the last 3 days,” you sniffled a little before starting to pour your heart out.

“I love him so much, he’s constantly on my mind. I just crave being near him and feeling his touch again. I keep replaying all the good times we had together in my head and I can still hear his laugh and see his smile but then I remember that I hurt him, I caused that smile and laugh to disappear. He made me feel special and like I was someone but I just threw it back in his face. He made sure I was happy and he loved me yet I didn’t appreciate what he did for me enough. I didn’t realise until I fucked up how much he did for me, how he reassured me and comforted me when I was upset, how he made me feel loved. But I hurt him and it’s torture to know that he’s hurting because of me.”

Your eyes were drawn back to your phone when you saw it light up but your heart sank when it wasn’t Conor.

“Have you spoken to him?”

“I’ve tried. He isn’t answering my calls or texts, Jack told me to just give him time,” you sighed.

“Well in that case, give him some time Y/N. He loves you, anyone can see that.”

Conor’s P.O.V

It’d been a week since you last spoke to her. Jack had been on your back all week telling you that you needed to either speak to her or make it clear it was over, but you couldn’t. Sure, she hurt you but right now you couldn’t stand living without her so breaking up with her wasn’t even an option you were willing to consider but you weren’t sure if you were ready to speak to her yet.

Your mind was in damage control mode and telling you maybe it would be a good idea to end things now, end things before she had the chance to hurt you again. But your heart, your heart was craving to hear her say “I love you” again and to feel her lips and body pressed against yours.

You were sat staring at the lock screen of your phone, which was a picture of both of you, when Jack walked into the room. He sighed as he saw you sat in the same position as the last time he checked on you and came to sit next to you.

“Mate you can’t keep living like this, you need to speak to her or something.”    

“You know, I wish I could forget about her, forget how she hurt me and just move on but I can’t. She’s always on my mind and the thought of leaving her makes me feel more broken than I already am,” you told him totally disregarding his previous statement.

You watched as Jack sighed again and took your phone from your hands, he unlocked it and opened Y/N’s contact typing in the message “We need to talk, come over?” then handed the phone back to you without pressing send. You watched as he stood up again and walked over to the door, he paused before leaving the room to look at you “The ball’s in your court, you don’t have to send it but think about it.”

After staring at the message for a couple of minutes you took a deep breath and hit send, hoping you weren’t making a big mistake. The reply was almost instantaneous, seconds later you heard your phone ding and you looked down at your screen to see “I’ll be there in ten”.

Your heart was racing at the thought of seeing her again and in next to no time you’d be deciding whether to follow your head or your heart.


Part 2

Don’t fall in love with me.
There are days when I get sad without a reason and I just stare at the ceiling with tears streaming down my face.

Don’t fall in love with me.
On those days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just bury myself in my bed and think about how I became this mess of sadness.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will become attached to you and I will cry myself to sleep if you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep and I will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m too much. I will depend on you. I need attention, much more than other people. I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one. I’ll write poems about you and opening up my skin at 2 A.M.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I couldn’t stand you coming home to find me on the bathroom floor shaking and crying, with blood spilling from my wrists. I couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will pour everything I’ve left of me into you, every bit of love, until I have nothing to give. Until I become completely empty.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m scared that my sadness is contagious.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will replay your sweet words in my head when I hate myself so much that I want to die. Your words will be the only thing that make me stay.

Don’t fall in love with me.
You will live in fear. You won’t be able to leave me, because you’d know if you did, I wouldn’t have anything to live for.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Before I met you, there wasn’t a single person who could’ve made me stay. You’re my reason now.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Because I will fall in love with you.

—  Unknown author

anonymous asked:

Omg i love ur stories!! If you are accepting requests can you do one where you and shawn have been best friends your whole life then suddenly you guys slept together and you both sort of regret it and are a bit awkward but then shawn confesses that he doesnt regret that night and he wants to try with you because he thinks he's falling in love w u and basically happy ending lol ❤️❤️

Sorry, it took a while for this, I had a final to study for. I didn’t quite to the whole I love you thing, just because I felt like I was forcing myself to write it, so I cut it out. I hope this okay though? :)

Again it’s long I can’t write blurbs sorry. I also didn’t edit it. I’m sorry I’m just tired. 


The both of you walked into a big banquet hall. The room was loud but not packed.

“Oh god.” You said looking around. It was filled with nothing but mature professional people. You were only a business student at school. You had received an email from your program about a mixer going on welcome to students which you wanted to attend. As you were trying to build more professional connections for after graduation. Figuring this would be a good idea you asked your friend from marketing class to join you, however, she backed out last minute. Which prompted you to ask Shawn to join you. He had no reason to join you but being your longest standing friend you knew he would help you out if he could. “This is going to be a dud.”

Shawn pulled up beside you and looked around, before looking at you. His expression said everything as he scrunched up his nose and cringed. You looked back to the crowd.

“Hey, you know what. It’s an open bar. Let’s just go with it? Maybe it won’t be so bad?” He suggested, shrugging.

Doubtfully you looked up to him, and smiled. He looked to you with a grin. “C’mon” His hand pressed into your middle back. “Let’s go to the bar.”

You drifted your away across the room with Shawn at your side in your slinky black dress. The dress code had been titled as black tie. Which was exactly was Shawn was wearing, a white dress shirt with a black tie and dress pants.  He looked very off as you were so used to seeing him in various shades of plaid, cotton shirts and other lumberjack-esc clothing. The last time you had see Shawn dressed formal was at graduation, but even you couldn’t help but notice how well he filled out his dress shirt now compared to back then.  

Ordering drinks you both cheered before weaving around the room. You were trying to find anyone who appeared to be within your age range, but couldn’t find one.

After a loop around the room, you turned around to Shawn. “I’m sorry you had to come to this. I didn’t expect it to be so lame. I though more people our age would be here.”

Shawn took a sip of his drink. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m here for you. I don’t mind one bit.”

“You know what let’s just get drunk.” You whispered leaning in closer, so no one would overhear  you.

Shawn leant back and smiled with agreement.

Both him and you began to drink hard. Rotating who would grab drinks. You were both about five drinks in when you noised a couple who looked around your age.

“Ooh. Shawn people our age.” You said taking him by the hand and dragging him along.

Being a little tipsy and forward you walked right up to the couple and introduced yourself. Immediately you began to initiate conversation with them and forcing Shawn into the conversation nonchalantly. After finding out they were also from the same University as you they invited both you and Shawn to their table after a few minutes.  

Both yourself and Shawn remained at the table for the remainder of the night, keeping close to the couple you had found. It reached about nine when both you and Shawn were drunk. It was becoming apparent you both were inebriated to those around you. The couple you were with started looking to one another uncomfortably. You leant down into Shawn’s ear.

“I think we’re getting a little too drunk?”

He looked back puzzled and scoffed. “What is too drunk?”

You laughed in the back of your throat. “Apparently us.”

Shawn and yourself sat for a while longer, but you felt the tensions around you and suggested you and Shawn leave. With typical fashion you finished your drinks and got up. You swayed a little on your feet, but didn’t believe anyone would really notice.

Both Shawn and you grabbed your coats and walked out on to the street. Your black pointed heals tapped against the sidewalk.

“What are we doing?” You giggled.

Shawn wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “No idea.”

“Yeah, I agree. Ideas are overrated.”

Suddenly you felt something that felt like drop of water on your skin. But you couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. Your motor sensors were a little distant from the alcohol.

You felt it again. “Is it raining?” You then asked.

Shawn looked up into the black night sky. “I don’t know.”

Slipping away you looked to the pavement, looking for drops. But your vision was blurred a little. Shawn bent down looking too.

“I think it is.” You answered after seeing that the amount of little dark drops on the ground was increasing.

You spun around. “I love rain.” You laughed. Shawn grabbed at your hands and stopped you pulling you in closer.

“I know because you say it every fucking time it rains.”

You pushed his hands away. “Let me live.”

He laughed and you did too as you let your head tilt back in the middle of sidewalk. People bumped into you. You felt a few drops on your cheeks and one on your lip. Slowly you lowered your head and Shawn was smiling at you watching. Returning the smile you began walking up the street, Shawn followed.

The rain began to come down a little heavier and with a crack in the sky the rain began to drop down like buckets within seconds.

“Shawn.” You screeched. He took your hand and he pulled you along, dragging you under a shop awning that was down on the next block. But it was too late you were already drenched.  

You both looked at one another and began to laugh. Shawn’s wavy brown hair was drenched flat on his forehead. You reached up and pushed it back, it stuck up strait, and you laughed at how ridiculous he looked. He shook his head and patted it back down.

“I guess we will have to wait it out?”

You looked down at yourself drenches down through your light jacket to your dress, and then up to him, giving him a ‘really’ expression.

He laughed. “My place is five blocks away, want to walk?”

You nodded and began the walk to Shawn’s apartment. The rain was still coming down hard so you and him still jogged to his place. However, that was a challenge since you were drunk and had ridiculous heals on. You were trying to hop around a puddle when Shawn walked right through it and picked you up. You began to squawk his name.

“Shawn! Shawn! Put me down.” But he threw you over his shoulder. You were impressed by his strength first and that second he was so steady with you considering how drunk he was too. Hysterically you laughed as he carried you down the street over his back.

“Shawn. Put me down.” You said seriously, feeling uneasy. “Shawn. Put me down.” He kept walking and you felt even more nauseous. “Shawn!”

He pulled you up and set you on your feet. You held onto his shoulder and moved to the side of the street.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you lent over. “I didn’t mean to make you feel sick.”

You said nothing waiting for your stomach to ease. It took a little but it happened. You stood upright with no incidences. “It’s okay.” You held up your hands. “No foul.”

Shawn took you by the shoulder as you began to walk back down the street. The rain was still pouring down, but it no longer mattered you both were drenched.

Walking a little more you finally reached Shawn’s apartment. Once inside his place you removed your shoes and jacket. When you stood up from removing your last shoe, Shawn was looking at you. You narrowed your eyes trying to focus on where he was looking. Your face twisted, confused. He seemed to be watching your chest. Looking down, your dress was sticking to your skin tightly. Crossing your arms over yourself, he looked away. His cheeks seemed a little flushed under his damp skin.

He looked away awkwardly unaware I had noticed him. “Let’s get us dry.” He slurred walking to the bathroom in his bedroom. I followed him. He pulled towels from the rack in the bathroom and handed them to me. He began to dry his hair and face, I did the same ringing my hair out. Shawn walked into the bedroom, you followed. He began to dig through his drawers, piling clothes in his arms.

“Here.” He said handing me a shirt and shorts. Turned for the bathroom you closed the door but as you did you saw Shawn pulling off his shirt. The last thing you saw before looking away was his abs contracting and relaxing as the shirt slipped over his head. He certainly wasn’t the gangly boy you grew up with anymore. Quickly drying off in the bathroom once naked, you hung your clothes to dry over then shower rod. You dressed into his clothes, and noticed they faintly smelled like him mixed with a detergent smell. You were drying your hair a little more when you heard him leave his bedroom. After a few more minutes you joined him out in the kitchen.

We both were dressed the exact time. “Nice, outfit.” You teased.

Shawn grinned, and he leaned on the counter. “Want more to drink?” He asked.

I narrowed my eyes grinning. “Is that even a question?”

Shawn pulled out some hard liquor and mix and poured you both a drink. You tapped your glasses together in a cheers.

“Ugh I love the rain.” You said seeing out to the balcony.

“I know!” Shawn yelled back.

You rolled your eyes back and walked to the windows. Drunk you spun around. “I could just dance I love it so much.”

Shawn pushed himself away from the counter in the kitchen. “Then you should.”

You stopped spinning. “What do you mean?”

Shawn pulled out his phone and scrolled for a moment before placing his phone onto a dock. Music began to play, it was something bouncy and current. He began to bob his head as he turned up the song. You only stood looking at him, confused and unwilling to dance.

Shawn began to step away from the dock station and began to move this shoulders. You watched amused. He loosen up more and began to ridiculously dance. It looked ridiculous and you began to laugh.

Shawn yelled your name. “If you don’t start dancing right now.”

Taking a gulp from your drink you began to dance. It took awhile but almost near the end of the song both you and Shawn were fully dancing, laughing and giggling as you bumped into one another around the room.

You were going around in the kitchen when the song changed.

There was twine sound from the dock and second later the lyrics began and you put together it was ‘Surfin’ U.S.A’ by The Beach Boys.

“Nooo.” You yelled. Shawn laughed and began bouncing to the music, singing along. You crossed the floor bouncing and dancing to the beat, singing much too loud. When in the living room you and Shawn grabbed on another hands and danced for a verse like they did back from the decade the song was from. Shawn spun you out and you danced over to the couch and flew your hair around singing along. Soon the song rang out and you dropped to the couch. A slow mellow song began to play.

“Next!” You yelled getting up to change it. As you walked Shawn caught your hand.

“No, let’s dance to it.” He pulled you a little to him. Lowering you chin you grinned and let him pull you in. He brought you close to his body and you brought up one of your hands and taking the other lower at your side. He began to guide you as the song forced you to sway back and forth. You recognized the song after a verse it was ‘Stand by Me’.

“Great selection of music.” You teased.

“Shut up.” He spoke gently into your ear. The both of you swayed in the living room, only filled by music. You swayed back and forth for a long time. Suddenly Shawn dropped both your hands and let go of yours. You looked to the hands that were disconnected and looked up to him.”

“What’s wron…?” You began to say but then Shawn’s hand was on your cheek. You both looked into one another eyes, his were calm and yours wide and unsure. Suddenly his lips were on yours. At first touch you went ridged, but as you felt the gentleness of his on yours, your body relaxed and your eyes closed completely. His lips parted on yours and then he pulled back. He let you lean back and you looked up confused.

His eyes looked down searching for something. You looked back, unsure of what to do. You had no idea what was happening. Distantly you could hear your sober mind speaking in the back of your brain, yelling at you over what happened. Yelling what to do. But the delirious mind was only thinking about how good it had felt. Without any warning your hand reached up behind Shawn’s head reaching into his damp hair and pulled him down, for you to kiss him.

He breathed in as you kissed him and his hand slipped around your back bringing you closer. You brought your other hand up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing you harder his other hand reached your hips. For a moment he broke away, but to only pull you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he began to walk you to his bedroom. He kissed him again, as he held you up.

Once inside the bedroom he placed you back on your feet. Towering over you he stopped to look at you.

“What are we doing?” He asked.

You looked down at the ground thinking and inhaled before looking back up to him. “I don’t know. But I think I want to find out.”

He grinned before leaning down to kiss you again, before his hands reached and removed your clothes from your body.

“How was the mixer last night?” My good friend of a few years asked me as she sat down at my table in the library.

I cringed, she noticed.

“Oh this is story. Tell me!” She said wide eyes and at my attention.

I inhaled deeply looking around. Opening and closing my mouth a few times I lost my words. I eventually just shook my head and looked to her.

She sat looking at me blankly. “Ah, yes. Thank you I really feel as if I was there with that description.”

I rolled my eyes, and breathless laughed at her dry humour.

She leant forward on the table. “Spit it out.”

I looked around the room and then looked back to her. “I don’t even know how to say this.” Looking around once more and leant forward. “Well Shawn ended up coming with me.”

She raised her eyebrow.

“And well…” I paused. “Well. We ended up, well, having sex.” I said in a hushed tone.

Her eyes shot wide open and she covered her mouth. “No.”

I nodded my head, waiting for her to respond.

“Oh my god, what the fuck happened? How did this happened? Why? Oh my god. Wait, was it good? Wait, go back how did this happen.” She threw her hands up. “Oh my god, tell me everything?”

I told her the story.

“So you were drunk?”

I nodded as I fidgeted with my pen. “We both were.”

“How drunk?” She asked cautiously.

“Drunk. But I wasn’t drunk enough to not know what was happening.”

She nodded taking it in. “Wait, so what happened this morning?”

I looked up to her slowly and looked at her saying nothing.

A perplexed look came across her face. “Wait, did you just skip out this morning before he was awake?”

You looked up and gave a guilty look.

The next half an hour was her reprimanding me.

“I didn’t know what to do? We’ve been friends for so long I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“And you think skipping out the morning after you had sex was going to make sure you didn’t ruin it?”

I exhaled frustrated. “I know.  I know, I just panicked. I was afriad he would just tell me to forget about it. I don’t want to forget about it.”

“Listen,” She began. “You have to go back today, tonight. You have to repair this. Because I guarantee this will be the end of your friendship if you don’t go and fix things with him. Because girl you fucked up.”

Just do it. You have to.

You whispered to yourself as you stood out on the street at Shawn’s apartment the following day. Inhaling deep you reached up and pressed the buzzer for Shawn’s place. Looking around nervously you waited, until his voice cracked over the intercom.


“Hi, it’s me.” You spoke your heart fluttering.

“What do you want?” His voice was hard and cold.

You knew this wasn’t going to be good. “Uh, I was wanting to see if we could talk?”

A few moments passed and you began to think he wasn’t going to let you in. But then there was a loud buzz. You grabbed the door quickly and made your way up. When at his door your heart was pounding as you gently tapped on the door. Shawn opened up the door. His face was stone cold. He stepped aside and let you walk in. You hesitated walking in further, stopping.

After closing the door he brushed by you, his expression was hard, almost annoyed. He walked into the kitchen. Slowly you walked to the other side.

The room was silent and he looked to you. But you were unsure of what to say, so you stared back blankly.

“So what did you want?” His voice was dark, nothing like the Shawn I knew.

I stammered. “Uh, well I thought maybe we could talk about what happened?”

“What about it?”

You fell silent, unable to answer this question. He looked at you annoyed. The seconds passed by and the tension was thick. Shawn pushed back from the counter angry.

“You know that was pretty shitty. Waking up this yesterday by myself. I really didn’t think you’d do something like that?”

My mouth dropped a little trying to speak but nothing came out.

“I really didn’t think you’d do something like that to me? That really fucking hurt to be honest.” He continued on, but you cut him off.

“Wait, you don’t regret it?”

He shot me a look, insulted. “Regret it. Why would you think I regretted it? Why would you make that kind of assumption?”

I stood bewildered.

“I didn’t regret it but it’s pretty obvious that you did.” He spat out. “Since you were out of here as fast as you possibly could. Of course we know how you felt about that. I don’t understand why you would sleep with me just to ditch in the morning. That was a real blow.”

“I didn’t regret it.” I interjected.

“No? Because taking off in the morning sure says otherwise.”

I stammered. “I panicked.”

He didn’t say more as I tried to speak. “I panicked. I don’t regret it. Not one bit. But I freaked out. I woke up naked next to my best friend since childhood and all I could think about was how I didn’t regret it. But I saw you sleeping and I got scared you would. All I could picture was you waking up, because we had drank a lot. And maybe you would look at me and say that we should pretend that it never happened.” I shook my head, my voice stricken. “I know it makes no sense but I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t have you wake up and say that. Not my best friend.”

He didn’t say more. Frustrated I put my hands on my face. “I’m so sorry Shawn. I didn’t know. I was just scared.”

He stared at me, and slowly his expression softened. “So you don’t regret having sex?”

“No! Not at all.”

I watched him look down to the counter in front of him, thinking. After a bit he relaxed. “Well okay.”

“Okay?” I said confused.

“So what do we do now?’

I chuckled breathlessly and shrugged. “I don’t know this is the first time I’ve slept with my best friend?”

Shawn looked to me with a grin. “Oh really? You sure?” He teased.


+ Issac Lahey- Teen Wolf 

 author’s note: so im typing this on my phone but I will go back later to edit this and make it less shitty. long live issac lahey even though he isn’t “gone”. sorry if this is on ur dash and it’s very long to scroll through. 

 Prompt: the reader saves issac from a the impending doom of bullies. fast forward one bite later, suddenly he doesn’t seem to need help anymore. 

Nonchalantly, you back up against your locker and watch as Jackson shoves a boy into the boy’s locker room, with a few other jocks chuckling and following behind. 

You barely catch a small glimpse of the boy with a black eye, bruise on his right arm, dry blood on his lip, and a scar on his cheek. 

 "Do you know him, Scott?“ You nod your head at the broken boy being pushed into the locker room. 

"Yeah, Issac Lahey… oh shit.” Scott mutters before jumping up quickly and running into the boys locker room. 

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Kim Taehyung

AU: You and Taehyung were close friends, almost too close. There was always a frustrating tension between the two of you, as if there was a road to cross that you both knew the other one stood in front of, ready to cross, but somebody just needed to push you.

A/N: This was just something I wrote while feeling very emo, dreaming away while having this song on repeat.

FLUFF (!) | Words: 1.2K | Masterlist

Originally posted by peachyjimins

“Are you awake?”

“T-taehyung?” You asked in a sleep voice, our phone held against your ear in bed.

“I can’t sleep…”

“It’s 4 a-“

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

There was a pause of silence.

You and Taehyung were really close friends, a few months back thing had started becoming more and more distant from a normal friendship. He walked closer to you, grabbed your shoulder when someone came close or a car drove by close, pulling you close to his side. Brushing his hands against your deliberately as you walked side by side. You had already admitted to yourself, that he made your heart beat 4 times its normal rate whenever his eyes meet yours. A few weeks back and thing had gotten even longer. You would walk around the park and his fingers would lace themselves with yours. You would walk in silence and suddenly you felt his touch and you were holding hands. But never did you pull away. You arrived at an ice cream stand that was just about to close for the evening. Without asking he ordered your favorite flavor, the one you would always order. How he remembered everything never failed to impress you. He knew all your favorite things, from colour to food to favorite day of the week.

He handed you the ice cream and took a first bite of his own. He watched you as you took a bite of your too with a bright smile and he would randomly say “I like you.” followed by another bite of his ice cream.

“I like you too.”

That was the last time you meet, yesterday to be exact.

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In this short video, actress  Zohra Sehgal recites one of my favourite poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Mujse pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang, (Do Not Ask Me, My Love, For That Love Again).

Teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat
Teri aankho’n ke siwa duniya me’n rakha kya he?

From your beauty poured into the world an eternal spring
What exists in this world apart from your eyes?

The rich Urdu opens up such deep crevasses of emotion, and there are many similarities between Sufism and Faiz’s expressions of love.

Its a shame (for those of you unable to read/understand Urdu) that so much depth is lost in the translations of his poems.

I want to touch you and feel your skin against mine. I want you to hold me tight and tell me that you love me. I want you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear and show me that one million dollar smile. I just… I want you.” Baekhyun spills out the content of his heart and soul as the man looks at him puzzlingly. He did not expected him to reveal such emotions, those that he didn’t even think the other felt in the first place.

“Baekhyun… I… I don’t want to hurt you.” He says desperately, because to taint a rose as delicate as Baekhyun would be the same thing as killing it.

“What makes you think that love will hurt me?”

“It’s not just love, it’s more than that. I won’t be able to give you enough. I won’t be able to give you kids of your own, I won’t be able to afford the house that you want, I just… can’t make you happy. I’m not good enough for you Baekhyun, you deserve the world. So stop this before I go mad.” Crystallized eyes pour into cognac orbs as they too turn to liquid.

“But Chanyeol, you are my world.

—  Chanyeol loves Baekhyun too much to accept him // n.a
Tears of Joy

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Headcanon Request: Jared’s happy tears. ❤ Like, when he sees you walking down the aisle at your wedding. When you announce your first pregnancy. When you give birth to the child. - @elliewinchesterr

Word Count: ~1,890

Warnings: so much fluff, holy crap, I think I might have a cavity. Mentions of pregnancy and birth. I cried while I wrote this, so prepare yourselves.

A/N: Please don’t yell at me for using a photo from Jared’s actual wedding. Yes, Gen is amazing, I love her too. This is fiction, and I obviously don’t mean to disrespect Genevieve in any way. Please understand and remember that.

When Jared proposed, there were tears. Not just yours, sure mostly yours, but his too. You said yes, and the dam broke. His tears fell onto your face when he stood and kissed you.

On your wedding day, the second Jared saw you, tears filled his eyes. As you walked toward him, he had to wipe his face a few times. When you and your father had finally gotten to him, your dad gave you away, but not before making Jared promise to take care of you and treat you right, to love you until the day he died. Jared agreed, promised, but not before he let out a choked sob and hugged your dad. The sight alone made your eyes well up, but you held back - your makeup was too perfect to ruin.

As you said your vows, Jared, along with everyone else in attendance, had tears spilling over their eyes. Jared felt the love pouring off of you, and he’d never experienced something so amazing. It was like a weight bearing down on his chest, but it was the best, most crushing feeling he’d ever felt. He pulled a folded paper from the pocket of the jacket of his tuxedo and began reading.

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