too busy partying

I keep seeing that one post float around about how liz didn’t really like peter romantically and how she kept inviting him to things at the last minute and only invited him bc Flash mentioned the party and only invited him to go swimming bc she ran into him in the hallway but like…she mentions that he’s “way too busy for parties” so maybe she doesn’t tend to invite him to things bc she figures he won’t go?? Maybe she’d gotten so used to him flaking on plans for spidey stuff that she stopped inviting him?? Why do y'all wanna hate liz so bad??

I respect the opinion of my elders, but just an open query about the charges brought against my generation:

For not working hard enough: where is the evidence. When we were younger you told us you started from a small job and climbed your way to the top. When we are flipping burgers it’s because we didn’t apply ourselves. When you did it, it was shouldering the future by suffering in the present. When we ask for the money to buy bread, it is shameful. When others went on strike in the name of labor conditions, it was heroic. When we ask for more, we never deserve it. So how did you get here? Did you never sit up and demand the world give you what was rightfully yours? How hard working is hard enough?

We are illerate, use slang instead of language, shun poetry: did I just imagine the “rad” bloom of the 70’s? Is it because you can’t catch our tongues in your hands? Is it because our poetry is now published beyond books, beyond the control of one voice, beyond you? That our language doesn’t need your approval to evolve? When you drew political pictures of us asking how to turn a book on, you laughed at our ignorance. When the tables turned, when we were shown to be the most literate and well-read generation on record, you scratched the mirror. You said it was our lazy nature. A body rotting. Because we read trash, or we read into things, or we write loudly and it bothers you. Why does it bother you?

School is too easy: What was it like going to school without being worried about a shooting? Did you ever cower like we have, like I did, like our friends, crying muffled in your hands because you love your parents and now have no time to tell them? What was it like, dear, in a world where my standardized testing scores would have broken your curve and I didn’t even get perfect. What part is the easy part. Is it the highest recorded level of anxiety? Is it the rising teenage suicide rates? Is it the eating disorders, body dismorphia, self harm, self destruction? Tell me, have you seen - there’s a show called “Are you Smarter Than A 5th Grader.” It’s very funny. In it, bright young kids show adults that what we’re learning didn’t even exist in common knowledge while they were in school. Tell me. If you were up against our 5th grade curriculum, who would win? No, I’m sure you’re fine. You learned it all in high school.

We want too many free things: What was it like to want for nothing? What was it like to have a certainty that hard work leads to a bright future. What was it like imagining being rich instead of imagining just being rich enough to eat good food. What was it like, not being worried that a broken leg would cost you an entire apartment? Do you know they hate us so much they would rather see us die than bring down the price of an EpiPen. And since I know you love the idea of us abusing the system, tell me, where do I go to expose the lie about my life-threatening allergy? How do I fake it, because I’d like to opt out of it, and while I’m at it my mental illness, and while I’m at it can you take my chronic pain please. And since I know that the answer is to go to school and get a degree so I can be worthy of not dying, just another question: are you aware fifty thousand dollars a year is equivalent to a house. I could buy a house instead of going to college. Since you’re good at this, while we’re talking, I have two siblings. Which of the three of us gets the money? Go on. Look at us. Choose. Who goes hungry?

We’re entitled: yes, please, give me a deed, give me land, give me better than winning the lottery. What I’m entitled to is life, liberty and the pursuit of profit, am I not? So where are any of the above? Where did the jobs go? Why do you jail people for small crimes but free the criminals? And my life? This life? I end where my body begins, I am cut off from the nation’s decisions about what I can put in or take out of me. And me? I’m safe because I’m white-passing. Don’t the bodies pile up? Aren’t we entitled to justice? Aren’t we entitled to an answer? A response from the government? More than just speeches about how riots won’t solve things? Aren’t we entitled to a fair trial? To freedom of speech? Was it not our common fathers who fought for these things?

We’re lazy: Where? Who has the money? I’ve been working since I was 12, am I just an anomaly? Or do you just ignore those who don’t fit your story? All those student-run engineering projects that are changing history. All those protests. The art world, shifting. All these adults who demand more - do they count as lazy or as entitled? What were you doing at our age? Did it really look all that different?

We don’t listen to real music, don’t like real art, are loud, are too busy partying: We changed and you didn’t keep up. Is that’s what’s so startling?

We are sucked up into the Internet, wouldn’t drop the phone if the apocalypse was happening: my phone has my family on the other end of it. Do you not save pictures from a burning building? Do you really care so little for others you’d stick to the old ways entirely instead of texting? Oh sure, yes, a letter is pretty, I love them. But just asking for a friend: What do I do in an emergency with only a pencil. And I don’t mean to downsize the problem because I mean it’s not like you took Polaroids of your friends at sunset - right? - and it’s definitely wrong of us to want memories of a really nice night, but, just curious, did you post that opinion on the Internet? Was seeing others on the Web what made you upset? Maybe - this is just a crazy idea that popped up into my head - you should go take a walk, go outside, disconnect.

We do everything different: Yes. Because we were raised on the cusp of the next great Renaissance. We are in somewhere new, a galaxy of expansion that doesn’t rely on you. That knows more than you do. That doesn’t function the way you expect it to. How rose-colored is the past to you? The place where you erase AIDS and drug abuse in an effort to tell us we are a terrible youth. Where you don’t talk about the marches that happened around you. How painted do you picture it, simply because you had to physically look in a book to learn something new? How do you turn your eyes to a world where war sits on our necks, our earth melts, our populations swell, our people starve, and we are powerless in it all - and say, “It’s your fault.”

It’s our fault. The housing market, somehow related to our obsessive need for safe spaces, I’m sure, because our dreams no longer lie in yards but rather something big enough for at least a bed, and hopefully with tasteful curtains, and you have no idea what a safe space is. The certain failure of the two-party political system, maybe somehow due to our political correctness - we are, after all, rude enough to never open doors for old ladies or just let you be racist - how we controlled the media, how our desires drove this. Our request for trigger warnings and correct pronouns is a burden, and I see that now, because our special snowflake syndrome really does hurt you as a person; while your ongoing use of torture in corrective therapy is only a problem if you’re actually looking. You’re so right about so many things. When you beat us to correct us, it’s your child and it’s your right; when it’s our bodies we ask to have rights over - well, what did we expect? It’s our fault. The crushing debt, the companies that own our government, the privatization of prisons, the unrightful searches, the human trafficking and abuse of sex workers, the gun violence, the pharmaceutical industries which control our doctor’s choices, the climate change you only just started to admit is happening, the extinction of species worldwide - we are responsible for both pollution and poaching, the lead in our water, the death in our streets. So what do you get from it? From dismissing us? From quitting on us before the race begins? From forgetting who exactly raised us kids?

Now, I was told that the problem is that we too often point to bigotry. That we hide behind pointing out your sexist comments instead of realizing the truth your words wrought. I was told we are so focused on our victories, of a world that rallied for marriage equality, for gender expression, for the safety of survivors, for a healing nation - we call out instead of calling on. So I’m calling on you, Generation X kids. Here’s your free one. No bigotry spoken of. So speak. Explain what exactly you mean.

I get it. We asked for a country. The land is borrowed from your children, they tell me.

Now why are you so afraid when we show up and start collecting?

people like to make fun of izaya because he wasn’t invited to shinra and celty’s hot pot party, but i can’t do it. i empathize with him. i never get invited to parties lol.

my entire life has been a hot pot party for one.

Without You (Harry Styles Imagine) Part 1

Song: Highway Don’t Care (Tim McGraw ft. Taylor Swift)

“You just can’t do anything right, can you?!” he yelled.

A simple misunderstanding was all that started this commotion.

Harry had asked Y/N to pick up his sister from the airport for him, but she was too busy planning a birthday party for him to remember anything else. This led to right at the moment, when he was screaming his head off. It wasn’t a super big deal, but Gemma had waited at the airport for an hour before finally getting a taxi to her friend’s house. She had come for her friend’s graduation party, and later on she would help Y/N plan Harry’s birthday celebration. Y/N had apologized immensely to Gemma when she realized that she had forgotten the one job that her fiancé had asked her to do. Gemma understood, she knew that with all the pressure she was under, sometimes you even forget some important things. Harry, however, was another story. He was crazy mad at Y/N when he found out. But however it might look, his sour mood was already sponsored by the management, and the fact that Y/N kept disappearing for hours in a day. Little did he know, she was only trying her best to make sure that he had the best birthday of his life. Still, she knew that she had made a mistake. She should have told Harry, or at least she could have made up a reasonable excuse. Moreover, she knew how protective Harry is of his older sibling. She should have set a reminder for her to remember.

“I-I’m sorry Harry, I promise it just skipped my mind.“she said.

She didn’t want to make a huge deal about it, especially since it was his birthday in two days and she didn’t want the either of them to be unhappy just before his special day.

"Just - just leave.” he said, not even looking at her.

She was shocked to hear her always so loving and caring boyfriend say something like that to her, but she knew he was just angry, so she picked up her car keys and phone and walked out the door to give him some time to cool down, to think things over.

Tears blurred her eyes at the thought of losing him forever. She dreaded the moment when he would finally have had enough with her.

Continuing her way out of the house that she and Harry shared, she decided to go for a drive to pass time. As she sat in the car, she began to think what would happen if she actually lost him.

It was just a simple fight, but what if he thought that she was irresponsible and decided to breakup with her? Just the thought made her eyes water.

Her vision was blurred as she drove the car. She knew it was dangerous, but she didn’t want to stop and let the depressing thoughts take over her mind. Before she knew it, a big van came out of the road with the corner street and crashed into the side of her car, causing her upper body to move forward and smash in the front mirror.

She could feel the pain, the blood rushing out of the wounds on her body, and the voices of the paramedics around her. But she was too exhausted to stay awake, and before she knew it, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she blacked out.

I Know

Request: Can I request a Draco x Reader where the reader is often in the Forbidden Forest hanging out with the centaurs. One night she’s talking to the centaurs and she asks them if they’d like to meet Draco and at first they’re hesitant and like “he’s a human he might be scared of us” but eventually they give in because they trust yn. She surprises Draco with a visit to them and at first he’s really hesitant but then the all get along. Sorry it’s so specific. Much love -Ivory 

AND

Hi love. Can you do a imagine where you and Draco are best friends but you end up being sorted into Hufflepuff? ily

(Draco’s  P.O.V. whaaaaatttt???)

Word Count: 2,249

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As I was leaving my last class, I spotted a familiar mess of y/h/c hair and Hufflepuff robes. “Y/N!” I called after her, jogging down the hall to catch up with her. “Hey, Draco,” Y/N smiled as I finally caught up. “Hey. There’s a party in the Slytherin common room tonight, would you be interested in attending?” I ask, falling into step with her as she continued making her way to dinner. “As much as I would love that, I can’t get into the Slytherin common room, and I have other plans. Sorry,” she shrugged, offering a small smile. “I could give you the password, it’s no big deal,” I assured her. “Did you miss the part where I said I have plans?” Y/N laughed. “No, I heard it, I was just hoping you’d change your mind,” I shrugged and gave her a smirk. “Sorry, buddy. I’m busy,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“You’re too busy to study in the library, you’re too busy to go up to the astronomy tower, you’re too busy to come party with the greatest house-” Y/N rolled her eyes, and I couldn’t help but laugh before I continued. “What? Do you have a boyfriend I don’t know about or something?” I exaggeratedly nudged her. “No!” Y/N laughed. “I just have other plans,” she shrugged. “With who?” I raised my eyebrows, getting tired of her mysterious behavior. “With nobody. I’m going by myself,” she said with a shrug. “You’ve got plans… with no one?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yep,” Y/N chewed on her cheek and avoided my gaze. “Then why don’t you tell yourself that you’re really sorry, but you have to take a raincheck because your best friend invited you to a party?” I teased, poking her in the side. “I can’t, Draco. Next time, I promise,” Y/N continued to gnaw away at her cheek, but she lifted her hand to gently pat my arm.

I frowned with a huff. “What are these other plans, anyway?” I asked her, making Y/N’s eyes go wide. “I.. uh… well,” Y/N swallowed and took her bottom lip between her teeth, a sign I’ve learned after many year means that she’s doing something she’s not supposed to. “You’re doing something against the rules!” I exclaimed, throwing my hand over my mouth, Y/N’s hand quickly following. “Shhh!” Y/N hissed. “I am not!” I gave her a “Yeah, right” look. “Okay, so what if I am?” She mumbled quietly, playing with the end of her sleeve and avoiding my eyes. “You never break the rules!” I laughed, completely shocked. Y/N scoffed. “Sure I do!” “No,” I laughed, “You don’t. Ever. I’ve known you your whole life. Little miss ‘no, Draco! Don’t ride your broom when your mum isn’t home!’ ‘No, Draco! We can’t bribe your house elves to give us biscuits before dinner!’ ‘I’m Y/N and I’m so nice and sweet, I’ve been sorted into hufflepuff because I never break the rules!’” I mocked, raising my voice to do my best Y/N impression.

“Hilarious,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m breaking the rules, and I’m about to show you how not nice I can be if you don’t drop this,” Y/N threatened, but as soon as her eyes met mine, we both bursted out laughing. “You never told me what you were doing,” I reminded her with a nudge as we entered the great hall. Y/N chewed on her lip a bit more before she finally answered. “I’m going to the forbidden forest,” she said quietly. “By yourself?” I cried. Y/N shot me a look that told me to shut up before I got smacked. “Have you lost it?” I whisper yelled. “Yes by myself. I’ll be fine,” she snapped back in a hushed tone. “You promise you aren’t going to meet up with some bloke to shag?” I lifted an eyebrow. The thought made my stomach churn. “In the woods? Ew! No way!” Y/N scrunched up her nose.

“Then let me go with you,” I suggested. “Why on earth would you want to do that? The forbidden forest freaks you out, and as you said earlier, you have a party to attend,” Y/N reminded me. “Alright, I am not afraid of the forest, and I’d rather spend some time with you than go to the party. You’ve been blowing me off for the past two weeks,” I mumbled the last sentence. I wasn’t trying to sound needy, but I missed my time with my best friend. Y/N thought for a moment. “I have, haven’t I? I’m so sorry, Draco… I guess.. I guess you could come with me,” she offered. I couldn’t help the huge grin that broke onto my face. I opened my mouth to say something, but Y/N cut me off,“ BUT! You’ll have to be on your best behavior. Quiet, gentle, you can’t upset any of the creatures in the forest. Okay?” She asked. “Okay,” I grinned. “Okay. Meet me outside of the Hufflepuff common room thirty minutes after curfew,” Y/N smiled as she sat down at her table, leaving me grinning like an idiot as I made my way to the Slytherin table.


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Ups and Downs but Mostly Downs

Request: If batsis (bruce blood daughter) had depression and self harm -anon
Same request from @robinlover11620

A/N: I have been getting a lot of requests for batsis with depression and self harm so I decide to do it today. DO NOT hurt yourself in any way shape or form. If you are going through something talk to someone you can trust because someone out there cares about you. Sorry if it is bad. I would like feedback.

Warning: This has a lot of angst in this. Curse word. Mentioned of abuse and rape. You might cry I got really sad after writing this myself.

Y/M/F/N - your mother’s first name Y/M/L/N - your mother’s last name

Word Count: 2345

Everybody has their up and downs in life. For some people it can happen when they are teenagers when they are being bully for their looks, but then glow up later in life. It can also happen in adulthood when they can’t pay for their mortgage and then later become homeless, but then they win the lottery and get there life back together. But this never happen to you, your life never the had ups, it was always downs.

It first started when you were born in a hospital just outside of Gotham. You were a perfectly healthy baby girl. But that is not how it happen, you were born in the street of Gotham, and you were not a perfectly healthily girl. You were born three months too early, and left there to die by your drug addict mother. She was high when she had you, but she knew that she did not what to keep you. She didn’t have time to rinse you and she just didn’t want to. At the last minute she realize that if somebody found you, and ran you through the system. She was in the system because of crimes she committed when she was younger, and she did not what you trace back to her, so she did the only thing she can think of, marking you. She had a generally idea who the father was, Bruce Wayne. Did I mention she was high? Well she was. She pull out her knife and began to carve into you, while you were screaming your head off because of the pain. When she was done carving into your right shoulder it read “Waye” she forgot the N. After it she drop the knife and left.

Then right after that, a kind person found you and took you to the hospital, and adopted you later. Oh if only that was true. A bunch of thugs found you and thought they can make a quick buck by selling you to somebody, and they did. But you did go to a hospital, sort of, you were sold to people that sold babies to rich families who could not have babies. They have a setup where you stayed until you got bought. The only problem was that you were never bought. No one wanted a baby that was premature and still needed a ventilator. After 3 months they throw you out and leave you on the foster care doorstep.

After a few months, a man came and adopted you and you got to live in a mansion with a butler and brothers and sisters that loved you. Well that is what you dream of right after you got your daily beating and raped by the man of the house. You were 8 when it started to happen. When you were found you didn’t have a name. All you had next to you was some trash and the knife that belong to your mother. The people at the foster care center made up the name Y/N for you, and since you hand the words “Waye” on your shoulder that became your name, Y/N Waye. You bounce around foster care from foster care, and it also happen to you every time. You will get beat, raped or both. After awhile you got tired of it and ran away. You lived on the street, and you got by. You would steal from stores or people’s houses. You ran with this crew on kids that was leaded by a teen name Jason Todd, he was fifteen years old. He was seven years older than you. He was nice to you and took care of you, he was like a brother to you. He knew about your past and you knew about his. He was your only friend that you had.

One night he wanted to get some extra money, so he went off stealing tires off of cars. You wanted to go with him, but he said no because it was too dangerous for you, so he told you to go wait in our secret hiding spot. You did exactly what he said to do, you waited in that spot for three whole days. He never came back to get you. You thought that he didn’t want you anymore and left you just like your mother did. You were so mad you started to go on a rampage. You went into an alleyway that was outside of your hideout and started to punch and kick the brick wall until your hands were bleeding. After a while, you decided to grab the lead pipe next to you, and start swinging. Then you hit a mirror that was laying there. It broke into pieces, and you just looked down at the pieces and picked one up. Then you rolled up your sleeve, you looked down and see the cigarette burns that one of your foster moms gave. You went above it and started to cut. That was the first night you cut yourself.

A few years later you were thirteen you are finally a teenager, and one day a group of four boys found you in a alleyway because you were being mugged. After that they took you in and became apart of the family. That is what you saw on a tv show once when you broke into someone’s house because you were hungry. You were not like the normal thirteen year old girl. You were a short, underweighted girl who has to cut herself to feel something. You have been feeling a bit off lately. Even though your stomach is growling you can’t come to eat, you were sad all the time, and just loss interest in living. You are just the short skinny girl that has to cover her body with long baggy clothes because of the self harm and beatings you got in the system, that was left by your mother and best friend/brother.

You had started to get the same thought that every orphan kid thought of. Why did they leave me? All you had to remember of your parents was a knife with your mother’s name on it and a scar on your arm that said “Waye.” After a few days looking on the computer at the library, you found a website that would tell you where you can found your lost parents. First you typed in Waye, and nothing came up. Then you looked at the knife that had your mother’s name on it, Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N. You typed the name into the computer, and came up with all of her information about her. There was a picture of her, and you look just like her. You look farther into the website and you found her address, she lived in downtown. It was only a bus ride away. After sitting at the library computer section for thirty minutes, you decided to go and see her. You hopped on the bus that went downtown. It was about a ten minutes bus ride until you reach the stop. You got out and walk to the address that you had written down. After a twenty minute walk, you ended up in a nice neighborhood with townhouses. You had it all planed out on the bus ride and the walk on to the house on what you are going to say to her, but once you reach the door you froze. You were lost for words. She was a middle-class woman with a nice house, why didn’t she want you? You were just about to knock on the door, the door flew open. “Oh hello. My I help you young lady.” The man said to you. “Oh I am here to see Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N.” you said in a quiet voice. “Ok. Honey there is someone at the door to see you!” The man yell into the house. “Ok. I am coming.” A woman with the sweetest voice answer. “Ross and you go and check on Rose before she breaks something” she said to the man who is Ross, he just nodded and walk off. “Hello. Do I know you?” She said to you. You froze again, you couldn’t move or talk at all. “Are you ok sweetie?” She said touching your shoulder. When she touch your shoulder you felt loved and safe. “I am your daughter.” You said in a low voice. She took her hand away quickly and grab your upper arm, and took you to her garage. “What are you doing here?!” She yell at you once you enter the garage. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing here’? You are my mother and I just wanted to know you and why you left me to die.” You said with a crack in your voice. “I don’t have another daughter. My daughter is sitting in the living room right now playing with my loving husband.” She said getting angry. “But I have proof look.” You said while pulling out the knife and moving your shirt out of the way to see your shoulder. “See look this is yours, and look you wrote this on me for some reason.” I said while pointing. “The reason why I wrote that on your arm was so that you would not find me!” She said getting even more mad. “But why I was just a kid.” You said while your eyes started to water. “Are you kidding me?! I was twenty two years old! I did not have time to raise a kid! I was too busy partying, doing drugs, and fucking anything that had legs!” She was yelling at this point. “Well since you’re better now, can you take care of me.” You said with a pleading voice. “Are you serious?! You are literally the reminder of what I was, and that was trash. I went to rehab, and I have been clean ever since. I do not need that near my daughter or my husband. You need to leave right now.” She said with a serious tone. “But I -” you were cut short when she decided to slap you across the face. It didn’t really hurt you. You were use to it by now. You ran out of the garage and didn’t look back.

You were crying your eyes out. You just wanted it to be over already. You ran into this warehouse that look abandon. You found a rock on the ground and throw it at the window. You got a piece of glass and started to cut yourself, really deep. It was the deepest you have every cut yourself, and it was also the fastest you ever blacked out. Once you woke up, you were tied to a chair. You looked around the room to see who did this to you. All you saw was a man with green hair and white skin, he kinda looked like a clown. “Who are you, where am I, and why am I here?” You said quietly, you were still lightheaded from the blood loss. “Well well well, look who is finally awake. Well my name is the Joker, we are at my warehouse that you broke into, and I am kinda using you as bait for the Batman.” He said with a grin on his face. “What do you mean your warehouse this place is abandon and what kind of name is Joker?” You said with a questioning face. “What do you mean this is my home away from home, and kid there are worse names out there like ‘penguin’ and ‘condiment man’.” He said mocking the names. “Well at least you have a home I live on the streets with no one.” You said with a sad face. “Hey. Stop making that face and put a smile on that frown.” He said while touching your face. You tried to move your face, but he grabbed it again. “Don’t move or I will cut you more than you already have on you.” He said putting a knife to your face.

“Put the knife knife down Joker. You don’t need to hurt her.” A man with a weird deep voice said. “Batsy you came, and since you ask nicely I will put the knife down.” He said right before he stabbed the knife in you right thigh. “AWWW!” That was the only thing you could say. Batman came closer but the Joker said no. “Remember we had a deal. You give me the money and I will not hurt the girl, but I do not SEE the MONEY!” He said while holding my chin with a death grip. “Here is your money right here Joker.” Batman said while walking over and grabbing a bag behind a box. “Here take it.” Batman said. “See. Now was these hard.” The Joker said while opening the bag. Once the Joker open it a gas came out of it, and the Joker felt right to sleep.

Batman came over to untie you and get you up, but once you tried to walk you fell down. Batman caught you, but you could not feel your legs. You didn’t know if it was the stab wound or the about of blood you lost while you were cutting yourself. “I need to take you somewhere where we can patch those cuts up. Now the hospital is too far, but I know a place. Is it ok if I take you there?” Batman said to you. All you did was nod, but then everything went black.

You started to wake up, but your eyelids were so heavy you could not open them, but you could hear voices. “Are you 100% sure.” A man who sounded like he was in his 30s or 40s said. “Yes I am sir. The blood test came back positive, that is your daughter laying on that table.” A older man with a British accent said.

“Who is my father” you said while trying to get up.


So should I do a part 2?

Bigbang as dads

T.O.P : cries when baby is born, tells to every MC who asks that it was happiest day of his life. Overprotective worried dad 24/7, panics every time his child cries, wants to beat up that kid that stared at his daughter at the park (it takes two hours for his wife to convince him that three year old boys don’t have evil thoughts) Has like 5 paintings of his daughter cause SHE IS ART duh. Also occasionally becomes tickle monster.

G-Dragon : Buys a shit ton of clothes and toys for his child. Doesn’t answer his managers calls because he is too busy having a tea party with his 3year old, also he is wearing pink dress with wings (cause according to his child every tea party is dumb if it’s without fairy princess), misses awards shows to watch cartoons. Brings out his kid to one of his concerts (fans coo at cuteness of them) Doesn’t get tired of listening to his kid talk for hours. Likes kissing his kid on the cheek.

Taeyang: Tries to convince Hyorin to let kid have dreadlocks. Teaches his kid how to swim. They dance together while he is cooking breakfast for mommy’s bday. Kid absolutely refuses to wear any clothes and Hyorin silently curses her choice to marry someone who takes of his shirt at any occasion (they eventually come to agreement - Youngbae and his child wear matching outfits). Recreates pics and videos of his child on instagram (Gah). Sings lullabies.

Daesung: Tries to be strict dad but fails because his kid’s face covered in lipstick is too funny. Wakes up in the middle of the night to change diapers.
Comforts his child after nightmares by inviting him to sleep in daddy’s and mommy’s bed. Cooks animal shaped pancakes just to see his kid smile. Likes petting his little one’s head. Hosts awesome sleepovers for member’s kids (they all learn look at me, Gwisun dance)

Seungri: Has atleast three kids and is insanely proud of their every achievement. There is a bigger possibility of world ending tommorow than Seungri missing kid’s soccer game or school play. Teaches kids how to do business from early age (after all someone will have to take over his business empire). Sends pics of his children’s trophies to other members.
Gets jealous of Daesung and starts teaching them “the real dance”. Gives best hugs and shoulder pats.

not all of them have posted about 7 years today bc they’ve been too busy with their slumber party/ pool party and Liam only did bc he had to get out of the pool for a nap

frat boy!got7;

Originally posted by bunminsook

a/n: for the anon who requested frat boy!got7!!! this is my first combined scenario so bear with me 

jaebum

  • president of the frat ofc
  • his brother was an alumni at the school and was a loyal member of the same frat so jaebum was basically raised wanting to be a part of it too
  • jaebum cares about the guys in his frat so much like he always makes sure they’re taken care of
  • the morning after a big party he walks around the frat house distributing tylenol and water bottles and saying stuff like “you’ve got an exam in four hours, youngjae” “make sure you don’t get soap in your eye when you scrub the penis drawings off your forehead, jackson” “i’ll drive you to the hospital for that twisted ankle, bambam”
  • works with frat mom jinyoung to keep the boys under control
  • he’s a very polite and relatively reserved guy and at first when you meet him you don’t even think frat is in his vocabulary
  • he has the neatest set of study notes you’ve ever seen like there are headers, sub points, little boxes to the side titled “fun facts” like what a cute boy. for real
  • he offers to tutor you when he finds you stressing and banging your head against your desk and you accept bc you’re honestly hopeless at this point
  • he tells you to meet him at the frat house, which is already surprising to you bc you don’t see him being a member of a frat
  • and then he’s like “I’m the president of the frat so don’t worry about anyone bothering us”
  • OH REALLY
  • you’re even more surprised
  • super smart tho like you can tell he’s very diligent abt his studies and stays on top of them very well
  • the other boys are super lost when they find jb with someone in his room tho and they take it the Exact Wrong Way
  • jaebum is tripping over himself blushing trying to explain that it is not like that but they all just keep giggling to themselves
  • jackson: don’t worry (y/n), you’re guaranteed an A+ tonight am i right
  • bambam: don’t “study” all night guys ;))))
  • they keep making jokes until jb reminds them that he can and will put them on toilet duty for next week’s party and they immediately shut up and bolt
  • despite that jaebum is pretty much loving with the boys and dotes on them like a big brother and it’s so endearing to see
  • like he swears that they all drive him crazy but you always see the warm smiles he shoots them when they’re being silly or causing a ruckus and it really does make ur heart flutter
  • jaebum also turns out to be really bad at asking ppl out on dates
  • he ends up asking you if you wanna study at the park one day and you’re like sure!! but he shows up with a picnic basket that jinyoung and youngjae put together and he doesn’t even have,,, books
  • has you looking like booboo the fool with a scientific calculator in one hand and dressed in mustard stained sweat pants
  • he ends up bashfully telling u that it was supposed to be a surprise date and that jackson told him if he mentioned studying at the park you’d get the hint but, as you could see, you did not
  • still, the effort is so sweet that you just dump your stuff in the grass and peck his cheek, telling him “all you had to do was say so, doofus”

jackson

  • networking god
  • there is not a person on god’s green earth that jackson can’t talk to okay
  • he’s always the one that goes out and recruits people for parties and fundraisers
  • don’t speak korean? that’s okay!! he speaks four other languages!!!
  • at every party jackson is going up to lit everyone like “john from the laundromat! harmony from the grocery store!! oh, hey maria do you want to meet my frat brothers? i’m sure they’d love to hear everything abt your accounting job at the bank”
  • super persistant and basically if you turn jackson down for a party he’ll make you feel so bad with his lil pout until you hate yourself so much you just accept
  • you’re just going abt your merry way one day, running off three hours of sleep and six cups of caffeine
  • you’re pretty sure you can see the earth rotating at this point
  • jackson just has to come up to you when he notices that you’re wearing a tee shirt for an artist he likes and tbh you don’t even know the artist and just thought the shirt was cool but he’s rambling and you don’t wanna be mean and ignore him
  • plus he’s cute
  • then he’s like “hey, my frat is having a party this weekend and i’d really love it if you came :DD” 
  • a party does sound fun tbh and your week is already hell with finishing up all these tough tests so you’re like sure, what’s wrong with a lil unwinding
  • he exchanges numbers with you and you don’t even expect him to text you every day leading up to the party but you can’t say you mind
  • he’s adorable and really knows how to make you laugh, keeping you great company in between studying and classes
  • on the day of the party, you’re half convinced that jackson had just kept up with you through the week to ensure you came to the party but then only a few seconds after entering the party one of the boys who greets you named Mark is like “Oh!! jackson told me to look out for you, lemme go get him”
  • and sure enough, jackson comes barreling over and gives you a big hug like you two have been best friends for years and he looks so happy to see you and is rambling just like the day at the coffee shop
  • but this time he’s also asking abt you
  • he seems to want to know everything abt you and what you like to do and what your major is and suddenly jackson “life of the party” wang is tucked away in a corner discussing the meaning of life with you
  • you two escape up to his room and while the others think you’re up to something else you two actually end up falling asleep talking abt your futures to each other
  • it’s only when you wake up the next day tangled in the limbs of a snoring jackson do you realize what’s happened and you bashfully wake him, telling him you’ve got to head back before your classes start
  • so he offers to walk you back to your dorm, and it’s not even five minutes after he’s “left” that you receive a text 
  • jackson: coffee date after class???
  • you bite your lip to contain ur grin and text him back an affirmative, before you’re startled by a loud exclamation of “HELL YEAH” from outside your window, and you look out to see jackson running down the sidewalk with the biggest smile on his face

jinyoung

  • one of the ones that doesn’t look like he belongs in a frat
  • he mainly did it to look good on job apps and whatnot and when he first joined, he was reeled in by the help of mr. president of the frat im jaebum
  • jinyoung isn’t a big fan of the parties but he will go to a few for the alcohol and chicken wings and then hole himself up in his room with headphones on listening to his latest audiobook
  • when he does show up to frat related events, looks really dapper in a nice prim blazer and stylish turtleneck with his hair combed perfectly and his shoes shining
  • the maknaes try to roast him but they always come up short bc. i mean. he looks great
  • always yelling at the youngest pledges and sighing dramatically in the background when one of them fucks something up
  • he meets you one night at a party held at the frat, where he’s sat up in bed, eyes closed, quietly listening to his audiobooks as he zones out
  • and then he hears a thud in the background and his eye opens only to see you, sweating and panicking, shutting the door behind you while you gasp for breath
  • slowly, he pulls his headphones down and frowns at you, “can i help you?”
  • you jump, startled to see him there, and immediately rush over to him “please please please hide me!! there’s some guy following me around the party and i think he saw me come in here” 
  • at the revelation of your situation, jinyoung shifts into “oh fuck no” mode and gets up, shrugging on some shoes before he grabs your hand and pulls you with him to the door and you’re pleading for him to hide you but then he looks over at you and says “point him out to me and I’ll do the rest”
  • sure enough, the guy who is bothering you is bothering other people too, touching them and making them visibly uncomfortable
  • jinyoung’s seen this sleaze across campus before but he’d never been able to get into one of the frat’s parties until now
  • jinyoung can already see the brothers put on door duty too busy partying to focus on their job
  • immediately, jinyoung stomps up to the guy and grabs him by the collar and you’re momentarily shocked by the force jinyoung uses bc he doesn’t look that strong in your eyes, but he’s managed to lift this guy straight into the air
  • jinyoung shoves him into a wall and the guy is nearly pissing his pants when he sees the anger in jinyoung’s eyes “leave. now. before i kick your ass” and when he drops him the guy sprints out so fast that jinyoung just watches with a roll of his eyes and turns back to you
  • you’re standing dumbfounded at the top of the stairs as jinyoung passes by you and goes “i’ll have one of the younger boys walk you home”
  • but before you can stop yourself, you’re asking if you can stay with him for the rest of the party
  • he reluctantly agrees, mainly bc he feels bad and you don’t seem like a nuisance
  • at first, he just expects to turn his tv on and to leave you to your own devices as he gets back to what he’s doing, but then you start asking about why you rarely ever see him at the parties
  • “they aren’t actually why i joined the frat. if anything, i just endure them” he explains, only slightly annoyed
  • so you ask another question, and he answers
  • and then another
  • and another
  • jinyoung ends up unknowingly abandoning his book altogether to talk to you, finding it kind of hilarious how entertained you are with just him
  • usually the younger pledges tune him out when he talks abt things he’s interested in or always tell him he’s got a stick up his ass but you, you actually think he’s interesting
  • it’s well into the early morning when you both realize the party has died down, and he offers to walk you home himself, which you oblige to
  • it’s brisk outside and it’s extremely dark, so jinyoung thinks it’s totally okay if he slips his arm around your waist to tuck you under his arm in fear of losing you
  • you’re mad blushing cause?? oh my god he’s so hot but also he’s lit hot like you wish you could carry him around like a personal heater 
  • when he arrives at your dorm, he gives you a nod and tells you to be careful, and that if you see anything strange outside to tell him
  • at first you’re kinda confused abt how that would work, but then he slips a piece of paper into ur hand and when did he have the time to write down his number…?
  • when you look down at it in awe, he just smiles at you, bigger than a little smirk for the first time that night, and shrugs, “and if you ever need a breather at one of our frat parties, you know where my room is”

yugyeom

  • the cutest??? frat boy??? ever?/??
  • honestly when ppl see him at the parties they’re just like who dropped this baby angel from heaven
  • he’s always smiling at everyone and asking if everyone is having a good time
  • he doesn’t drink a lot bc alcohol makes him kind of sluggish and he usually has a lot of energy on his own to begin with lol
  • him and bambam are inseparable, and usually start all the dance battles at parties
  • that’s actually how you meet him
  • he ends up giving you a concussion :)
  • OKAY LOOK BASICALLY bambam bet that yugyeom couldn’t make a really high kick and yugyeom was like fuck u ill do two high kicks consecutively
  • the first one is great but when he comes down on the second one he feels resistance and a few people are gasping and he’s like oh shit what did i break
  • then he looks down and sees you on your ass, groaning as you hold your head in your hands 
  • immediately he’s freaking out and jaebum is screaming from somewhere upstairs that he’s going to kill yugyeom
  • bam helps scoop you up tho and then he puts you in yugyeom’s arms and is like “go to the emergency room now!!!” and yugyeom doesn’t even think to listen to anyone else’s advice he just sprints with you in his arms screaming “sorry! sorry! sorry!”
  • you hold on to his shoulders and fight the vomit back down from how you keep getting shaken on his shoulder and jesus christ doesn’t this kid understand “handle with care”
  • but you two get to the emergency room fairly fast with how quickly he’s sprinted, and when you get checked out, you’ve got a bump on your forehead and a concussion, but other than that, you’ll be fine
  • yugyeom is whispering apologies every time the doctor isn’t talking to you two, and you almost want to grab the roll of gauze in the corner to gag him with it
  • finally, when you’re released, the doctor simply says “make sure your boyfriend checks up on you often, and refrain from sleeping for a bit okay?”
  • you’re about to protest that this tall goof is not your boyfriend but yugyeom is so nervous and he just sputters out a yes before he realizes what the doctor said
  • when he’s leading you out of the hospital with his arm wrapped around you, asking you every few seconds if you’re really alright, all you really want is a drink and some rest so you ask him if he can be quiet for a bit as you collect your thoughts
  • he follows through, his lips pulled into an adorable pout and damn if you weren’t in so much pain, you might feel a lil more sorry for him
  • it’s only seconds later that he whispers “what’s your name?” 
  • you tell him irritatedly, and he tells you his, before he bends down at the knees in front of you
  • you’re furrowing your brows, trying to figure out what he’s up to
  • he looks behind him and smiles gently, “come on, i’ll piggyback you back to your place”
  • you’re reluctant, but once you fall onto his back and he’s hoisting you up, you feel ten times better
  • you whisper a soft thank you into the crook of his neck and miss the way his face beams bright red after
  • you keep feeding him directions back to your place and when you arrive, your roommate immediately starts fussing over you, akin to the way yugyeom had
  • when yugyeom carefully sets you down in your bed, the two start discussing what went down and she’s like “you’ve got to come by to check on her as your punishment, i know your hyungs and i will get them on you”
  • you want to tell her so bad that no, it’s not needed, but yugyeom agrees without literally any prompting
  • then he turns to you with an apologetic smile and gently hands you an ice pack, telling you to text him if you need anything and he’ll get it
  • you let him put his number in your phone and then he’s on his way
  • the next day, when you wake, you check your phone to see a new message
  • dumbass who gave you a concussion: i’m free this afternoon, want me to bring over lunch?? my treat :)
  • you let out a soft laugh of disbelief at the contact name, pleasantly surprised that he wanted to follow through with his promise, and type back with a blooming smile on your face
  • you: that sounds great, dumbass who gave me a concussion

youngjae

  • probably the only maknae who is not a danger to the rest of his frat brothers
  • this boy actually gave himself the sweetest job ok
  • throughout every party, he checks up on all the super sick or hungover guests and makes sure they get home safely
  • the boys have a car that youngjae affectionately calls the hangover train
  • he piles a few nearly comatose students on and gets their addresses before driving them back to their dorms
  • he usually has jackson help pile and unload all the passengers bc youngjae is,,, not into the whole picking people up and moving them bit
  • and jackson likes manhandling ppl so it’s a win win 
  • you, unfortunately, have the great fun of escorting your very drunk roommate back to your dorm :))) all the way across campus :)))
  • but then you hear about the hangover train and decide that hey, that should be helpful
  • you’re told youngjae is in charge of it and you go up to him, attempting to hold on to your friend and keep her from falling
  • she’s almost abt to crash on to the floor when youngjae suddenly turns and grabs her around the waist, laughing softly “oops. need a ride, i assume?” he asks, and you nod with a pleading smile
  • he gets jackson to come over and scoop up your friend, and jackson is more than happy to show off his biceps as he carries her out to the car
  • you let out a sigh of relief, having the pain in your shoulder soothed from not having to carry your friend anymore, and youngjae starts making conversation
  • “is she usually like this?” 
  • “oh no, but her sociology exam is coming up and-” “ah i see, nuff said” 
  • once he drops you two off at home, he gives you a bright smile and waves, telling you to have a safe night and you think is the last time you’ll see the sweet smiling boy
  • but then your friend convinces you to go to another party at that same frat a few weeks later, and sure enough, she ends up getting blackout drunk again
  • you’re looking for youngjae again without thinking about it, and he meets you halfway, with the same charming smile on his face “need another ride?”
  • it weirdly becomes a thing where you and your roommate go to parties at their frat and you almost always end up taking youngjae’s offers of a ride back to your place each time
  • sometimes, neither of you are even drunk
  • sometimes, you go to the parties alone just to see him
  • one of these nights, he’s taking a break from the hangover train and one of the other frat brothers is in charge of it
  • it turns out that youngjae is actually really wild on alcohol and you come to the conclusion that jb put him in charge of being designated driver for a reason
  • he’s climbing on chairs, has nearly mooned everyone (you stopped him in time), and also is seeing double
  • “wow, two (y/n)’s… this is like a dream come tru”
  • for the first time, it’s you who’s taking care of youngjae when he’s drunk
  • you help him up the stairs to where his frat brother mark says his room is and you gently deposit him on his bed, watching as he smiles dazedly at the ceiling
  • you’re abt to tell him goodnight and get yourself outta there in case youngjae started stripping again not that you would have particularly minded when youngjae calls your name
  • “wait, are you going home?” 
  • you nod
  • “but didn’t you drink too? what if something happens to you on your way back? damn it, i should have held back tonight. i’ll go get yugyeom, he can walk you home-” but as he’s moving to get up you stop him with a flattered smile, watching as he pouts up at you
  • “it’s fine, youngjae. i’m a lot better at holding my liquor than my friend. and you”
  • his cheeks turn even darker, the alcohol and his embarrassment making him look cherry red in the dull lamp light
  • he hiccups cutely and sighs, “but your dorm is so far across campus. can you let me know you got home safe?” he asks softly, and you’re so endeared by how much he cares that you give in and give him your phone number before calling him
  • he picks up the phone with a confused face, seeing as you’re right there and calling him, but then he watches as you lean over and kiss his forehead, motioning for him to get under his covers
  • you slowly back out of the room and wave goodbye, and when you make it out of the party, you start talking “i’ll talk with you until i get home, okay youngjae? and then until you fall asleep”
  • “i don’t think i’ll be able to fall asleep if it means i have to stop talking to you”
  • if you thought he was blushing hard oh boy
  • you two start talking about nothing, passing the time as you get closer and closer to your place, until finally you’re in bed and whispering gently as to not wake your roommate, “i can tell you’re falling asleep youngjae”
  • “no ‘m not… keep… telling about physics…”
  • “goodnight youngjae~”
  • “will i see you again soon?” his questions catches you off guard, but you decide to whisper back “i’ll see you tomorrow, how about that? i’ll bring you something for that hangover” 
  • and he quietly mumbles “i’d really like that” before he drifts off, and all you can hear are his adorable lil snores on the other line
  • you barely have the resolve to hang up but once you do, you fall back into your pillow with a lovey sigh, dreaming of a cute, pink cheeked boy who you may be crushing hella hard on

mark

  • f u c k b o y
  • jk jk he’s not that bad……. kinda
  • he dresses like he was born in a frat im ngl
  • he ties plaid shirts around his low hanging tank tops, wears backwards hats and thinks he is the shit
  • mostly everyone thinks he’s the shit too im not even gonna try and play yall
  • but,,, there are two kinds of Marks
  • there is party mark who is usually like always lit, always drunk, and always flirting
  • and then there’s college student mark who wakes up extra early for classes, helps tutor his brothers, and buys everyone coffee during finals week
  • you meet mark at a fundraiser the frat is doing
  • they’re going to donate the money they make to the art programs at school bc they’re severely lacking in funding and it’s pretty sad
  • you think that’s cool bc you happen to be in one of the art programs, and so you attend, thinking you’ll just help out any way you can and enjoy a lil fun
  • you end up seeing a dunk tank and immediately begin to try and hightail it out of there when
  • “hey!! you in the cute blue tee shirt”
  • shit. you were wearing a cute blue tee shirt
  • you slowly turn around to see this grinning boy with a smile that could cure sadness waving you over and you. go. very grudgingly
  • “do you wanna play? we’re offering dares” he tells you
  • “what kind of dares?” 
  • and then the guy points over to the dunk tank where this tall brunette is climbing into the seat, tossing a towel over the rim of the tank 
  • the guy in the tank grins at you and you get reminded of why you were running away from the tank in the first place
  • you’d heard of mark tuan and his antics around school, and had basically never wanted to be a part of it
  • the guy next to you introduces himself as youngjae and tells you that the crowd says what they want mark to do, and if you manage to dunk him on your first try, he has to do it. however, if you miss, they wage something else mark has to do on top of the first thing. if you miss a second time, they wage one more thing mark has to do and the game continues until you hit the target or give up
  • it sounds like an awful lot of work and you’re really not interested but youngjae keeps giving you that smile and is like “its for a good cause~”
  • finally you give in
  • the first dare happens to be pretty okay
  • they dare mark to pay $100 toward the cause and mark just shrugs
  • you throw the ball and it flies way out of the general direction you were aiming for
  • so the crowd starts getting interested and the next dare is that mark run around the campus screaming “i’m a big weenie”
  • mark is slightly miffed now and he’s making eyes at you like “pls make it so i won’t have to suffer more than this”
  • you throw, and purposefully miss this time
  • you can’t contain your laughter at mark’s distressed expression and listen as the crowd then wages for him to only drink shirley temples at the next big frat party
  • you miss again, not even pretending to hide your laugh
  • suddenly, mark calls one of his brothers over and whispers in his ear, and the next thing you know, one of them is yelling “the person throwing has to go on a date with mark!”
  • shit
  • you have no choice now, even if you hit the target you still have to do it
  • no longer fooling around, you hit the target, and the crowd groans, unable to put mark through anymore hell
  • when mark resurfaces, he’s lightly glaring at you before he climbs out of the water
  • you’re hoping he won’t follow through with the last dare, and are abt to scurry out of there before you feel wet fingers grasp your arm, and your spun around to see mark smirking at you from above
  • “aren’t you forgetting something, honey?”
  • “no one will know if we don’t go on that date-” “oh no, we’re going. i waged it for a reason”
  • you’re dumbfounded for a second before you glare up at him “that was your idea?? i thought you just told your friend to pick something bad!”
  • and okay. mark is offended
  • you know that face he pulled when the boys made fun of his album cover?? this one??? yeah that’s the face he makes
  • he lets you go with a slight pout and folds his arms across his chest “excuse you, i am a delight”
  • you’re thoroughly annoyed now and being forced on a date so you wanna get it over with as soon as possible
  • you give him your phone to put his number in and he mumbles “but how will i call you if you don’t give me yours?” but you’re already on your way out of his sight before you answer him
  • you finally text him three days later when you happen to be free that night
  • you’re really hoping that he won’t be free, or maybe that he and his brothers have forgotten about it so he won’t care to go through with it
  • but not fifteen minutes later there is a call from mark
  • “come outside, i’m ready to go”
  • sure enough, when you look out of the window, mark is standing there in slightly nicer clothes, having ditched his usual snapback and tank top style for something more respectable
  • “h…how did you-” “youngjae’s driven your roommate back to your dorm after a party too many times to count so he remembered”
  • you quietly glare at your roommate who is knocked out on her bed, snoring loudly, and decide that you might as well get the whole thing over with
  • stepping outside a few minutes later in what you hope embodies just the right amount of “this is me being inconvenienced but otherwise putting in effort”, mark immediately stares
  • you think something is wrong or you’ve missed a possible stain on your clothes but mark just whispers “you look wonderful”
  • you’re slightly taken aback by his compliment, having expected him to say something douchey or to not say anything at all, so you thank him, annoyed at how your tone sounds way too flattered
  • i mean, you definitely are very flattered but
  • “let’s go. there’s a festival in town and i want to try the cotton candy before it sells out like last year” when mark takes your hand, he seems like a whole different person than you’re used to hearing about
  • he’s got a childish gleam in his eyes and he looks so excited to go to the festival with you that slowly, you start to relax and allow yourself to have fun
  • well into the night, when you both are on your way back, you turn to mark and tell him “i had a lot more fun than i expected to have. you’re not like what i imagined”
  • mark is pretty good at hiding it, but you don’t miss his slightly bashful smile as he turns his head away from you, “there’s more to me than a party boy, sweetheart”
  • when he walks you up to your door, you tell him goodnight, guessing this’ll be the last time you see him for a long time, when mark gently calls out for you again
  • you turn, and this time mark is making no move to hide his bashfulness
  • “can i… kiss you goodnight?” 
  • it’s so simple, so innocent, that you’re actually standing in front of him a few moments later, and he’s leaning down to press a sugary kiss to your cheek before he nods at you, “thanks for tonight (y/n), i had a lot of fun too. call me!”

bambam

  • the man, the myth, the meme
  • bambam got into the frat with yugyeom when they were freshmen
  • the two of them really wanted to be cool ya know and they thought a frat would be perfect
  • like halfway through the initiation process yugyeom was crying and begging bambam for them to just give up and move on with their lives but NO kunpimook bhuwakul is nothing if he is not dedicated and stubborn as hell
  • and of course yugy is not just gonna let his best friend go thru all of that on his own so he powers thru in the name of friendship
  • bam loves being a part of the frat even tho for a while he’s basically made to do everything
  • jinyoung is always sending either him or yugyeom to take care of errands or making them wash dishes after dinner and while yugyeom sometimes rebels (and jinyoung just stares at him until yugyeom comes back to his goddamn senses) bam is always happy to do what he has to to be a part of this big family of weird guys
  • on the day of one of these errand runs, bam is put in charge of helping out one of the new pledges from a female sorority across campus, which just so happens to be you
  • the two frats are gonna be working together for a fundraiser soon and need all the newbies to pull their weight
  • you’re basically told one of the newest pledges from the other frat is coming with you to go shopping for cups and plates for the big bbq they’ll be holding
  • so you’re waiting outside impatiently, wishing that he’d come fast so that you could get all of your chores out of the way early, when you see a tall skinny legged guy running down the sidewalk, and a small white blur flies right past you
  • when you take a better look, you realize that it’s a dog, and the guy is chasing it frantically yelling “coco! coco please come back!”
  • suddenly you’re running after it too, catching “coco” when the dog stops in front of your lawn to pee (you grab the dog after it finishes peeing of course)
  • you hold the small offender between your palms and out as the tall guy comes to a stop and bends over at the waist, attempting to catch his breath before looking up at the dog between the eyes “coco, you bastard. you ran away from me on purpose” 
  • you can’t help but giggle as the boy gently takes coco from your hands, cuddling the dog close even tho he looks visibly displeased, and then he looks over at you and the house you’re standing in front of before he realizes “oh!! (y/n) right? i’m bambam. i’m the pledge you’re going shopping with today… well, were going shopping with today”
  • you frown, looking down at the pup in his arms before looking back at him “why past tense?”
  • “my hyungs told me to give their dog a bath and i’ve only got a few hours to get everything done, but coco won’t stay still. i’ve already spent half an hour trying to get him into the bath tub itself”
  • you watch as he pouts and start to grin at the cute boy, a plan forming in your head, “well, how about i help you bathe coco and then we can go shopping? it’ll be much faster with two of us right?”
  • wrong
  • literally it takes twice as much time trying to get coco to settle down bc not only is he still feisty, he’s wet too which makes him slippery
  • you can’t count on your fingers how many times coco has suddenly sprinted out of the tiny plastic tub full of bubbles and ran away from you two at lightning speed,
  • you were getting exhausted thinking abt it
  • it was only an hour later that you finally got coco cleaned, dried, and in front of coco’s owners
  • since you two only had so long to shop, bambam suggested to use a blow drier on coco
  • another bad idea
  • coco came back looking like a small white peacock, but you only got to see the split second of horror that flashed across mark’s face before bambam was tugging you out of the house with suppressed giggles
  • when you two finally got to shopping, bambam was telling you stories abt his adventures in the frat house, how stressful it was being so new and being expected to do so much without complaining
  • you share tales of the things that go down in both your sororities, and complain about your superiors openly
  • you feel so happy to know someone else who’s going thru the same thing as you, and slowly you start bonding over all kinds of things
  • it’s only after you two really start talking that bam realizes he has to be back in time to finish some other stuff for the frat, and you do too, so you walk with him back to his place since it’s on the way to yours
  • as soon as you get him back, you’re bidding him farewell and abt to head back, when bam calls out, “do you wanna do this again sometime?”
  • “shop for cups?” you ask, frowning
  • “no! I mean… like… hang out… together. you know. not shopping for cups or chasing a wet dog” he chuckles, smiling a lil wider when you smile too
  • “yeah, i’d like that” you nod, grinning softly to yourself before you wave goodbye to him
  • he waves back
  • you two actually wave at each other until you finally turn the corner to get to your place and bambam is grinning like a little kid to himself as he rushes into the house
  • the boys are asking why bam is so happy about helping jaebum organize volunteer information and he just shrugs and tells them “just thinking about something cute” or someone
MC Meeting Yoosung and Jaehee Before The Party

This was a request of MC accidentally meeting Yoosung and Jaehee before the party and they don’t immediately recognise her.

Yoosung:

You squinted your eyes at the back of the package you were holding, scanning the ingredients before placing the item in your basket.

“Why is everything so expensive in here!”

You tilted your head at the semi-familiar voice. His tone was a mixture of exasperation and desperation. You walked around to the next aisle in search of the mysterious voice, eyes widening at the sight before you; the messy blond hair and the purple eyes.

He was muttering under his breath, “I can’t believe I forgot my student discount card again……”

You giggled in spite of yourself causing his attention to refocus onto you. He flushed slightly at being laughed at by a seemingly random stranger.

His blush made you squeal, and before you could shut your mouth, a single sentence escaped:

“You’re so cute I can’t believe it!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth as Yoosung’s blush darkened considerably.

“Oh, thanks I guess.” He refused to make eye contact. He looked distinctly uncomfortable.

You moved closer to him and decided to have some fun.

“Where’s the bravery I would expect from the infamous ‘Superman Yoosung’? I have to say I’m slightly disappointed.”

Yoosung looked up quickly, his entire expression brightening into a gorgeous smile. “You play LOLOL? That’s great I- wait….. how did you know what I looked like? I don’t share pictures of myself…..”

He trailed off sounding wary. He didn’t think someone this cute could be the hacker but he couldn’t be sure. It was creepy nonetheless that you knew who he was.

You laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker. 1. You barely leave your dorm room and 2. I’m too busy planning this party………..”

Yoosung was silent for ten seconds, mouth hanging open before he grinned and laughed out of shock.

“MC? I-I didn’t even-I’m sorry I didn’t- I-…….-wow you’re even prettier than I imagined….”

You couldn’t wait any longer and threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his chest. His basket dropped to the floor as he hesitantly placed his arms on your back.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this.”

“Believe me. I do.”


Jaehee:

You sat in the corner of a busy coffee shop, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly and checking the RFA chatroom, when a voice interrupted you.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? There aren’t any other free tables.”

“Of course.” You said, looking up from your phone.”It-” a gasp tore through your throat as you looked up at the woman standing before you. You finished the end of the sentence feebly, “It’s always busy on Saturdays…….”

Jaehee certainly didn’t miss the dramatic reaction you gave but didn’t say anything about it. She sat down will a polite thank you, seemingly content on just ignoring the strange person sat opposite her. You watched her pull out her laptop from her bag and set it on the table before opening it and starting to type at a rapid pace, pausing every few moments to think.

You went back to the RFA chatroom as you thought about the best way to approach this. A simple yet devious plan popped into your head.

You typed a message into the chat.

MC: Hello? Is anyone there?

You heard Jaehee’s phone vibrate in her pocket and you watched out of the corner of your eye as she took it out and smiled gently down at the phone before typing out a response, her work lying forgotten on the table.

Jaehee Kang: MC, you’re here. Have you eaten yet?

MC: Not yet, but I’m planning on getting something a bit later on. Have you eaten Jaehee?

Jaehee Kang: That’s good, it’s important to eat to keep your strength up. As for myself, I haven’t had a chance. I have to work.

Jaehee Kang: I just managed to fit in time for a coffee at a nearby cafe on my lunch break, but I had to bring work with me.

You turned off your phone screen and slipped your phone back into your bag. You watched Jaehee anxiously watch her phone screen until she realised you weren’t replying. You waited until she went to type something else before speaking.

“Cheer up Jaehee.” Her head whipped up, her beautiful eyes meeting yours. “I know your work is important, but your happiness is too. Never forget that.”

Jaehee looked at you with wide eyes. “M-MC?” She whispered.

You placed a hand over one of hers that had been resting on the table. “I’m here Jaehee. And I will always be here to support you. Never forget that either.”

“MC I…….” The situation was quickly becoming too overwhelming for Jaehee as you saw her eyes begin to fill with tears as the stress and relief collided inside of her.

You squeezed her hand and ran your thumb along her skin in small circles.

You could have stayed like this forever.

The moment was ruined by her phone buzzing with a message from Mr.Han. Jaehee looked at the phone and then back at you longingly.

“My lunch break’s over.” She stated sadly. “And I don’t want to leave.”

“Cheer up Jaehee. Just think,  this is only the first of many coffee dates in the near future. I can promise you that.”

The smile you received from her was heart melting, and as she left you made sure to send a very strongly worded text to Jumin.

Birthday Cuddles

A/N: This is a birthday present for @avengerdragoness. Happy Birthday, Jules!! I am so proud of how far you have come since you started and so happy that we are friends. I hope you have a fantastic birthday, doll <3

(Her birthday is/was March 29th. Just felt like that was an important note to add lol)


Shiro cringed as Lance dropped the cake pan… For the third time.

“If you keep making that much noise, you are going to wake Y/N up.” Keith grumbled as he mixed the contents of a bowl.

“Shut up, Mullet. I’ll make all the noise I want.” Lance cried out. He saw the glare Shiro sent him and winced. “But I will also be careful not to spoil our surprise.”

Pidge snorted as she finished wrapping the presents. She had no skills in baking or cooking and had been relegated to gift wrapping duty. Which was fine with her as she actually wanted to be able to eat some of the things made today.

Hunk looked at the bowl Keith was stirring before pouring something else in. “Okay, keep stirring this until this is all combined. Lance, is the oven up to temperature yet?”

Lance looked over at the display before saluting at Hunk. “Sir, yes, sir!”

“Good. Now I need to start on the icing.” Hunk said as he grabbed another bowl.

“We actually told Coran about icing and he helped us pick some up from the store yesterday.” Shiro said as he opened the cabinet.

“We are not putting that store bought filth on my creation.” Hunk said in a horrified tone. Shiro slowly closed the cabinet and shook his head. He made sure everything was being taken care of before he went to the bedroom he shared with Y/N.

They had been dating quite a while and he honestly couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be with her. He honestly had never loved another person in his life the way he loved her. He quietly walked into the dark room.

Y/N was still fast asleep in their bed. He smiled and walked over to his side. He carefully slid between the sheets and gently pulled her close. Y/N didn’t wake up, but nestled closer into him. Shiro smiled and let himself drift back off to sleep.

He woke up two hours later to his phone buzzing underneath his pillow. Y/N was still asleep in his arms so he carefully moved to get his phone.

He checked his texts and found one from Keith telling him the kitchen was clear and breakfast had been made. Shiro smiled and turned off his phone. He gently rubbed up and down Y/N’s back and kissed her head. “Hey, breakfast is ready.” He murmured against her hair.

Y/N groaned and pressed closer to him. “I don’t want to eat yet. I just want to cuddle you.” She murmured against his shoulder.

Shiro laughed and pulled back a bit. “How about I cuddle you while we eat breakfast?”

Y/N looked up at him and nodded. Shiro entangled himself from holding her and went to the kitchen. He found the food the others had left and located a tray to put it on. He loaded it up and went back to the room. He found Y/N burrowed under their covers. “Wake up, sleepy head. I brought you something to eat.” He said as he laid the tray down on their dresser

Y/N whined and sat up, her hair all wild and crazy about her head. Shiro laughed and smoothed it down. Y/N grabbed his hand and kissed his palm before letting go. “You said you brought food?” She said as she stretched. Her back popped and she hummed.

Shiro handed her the tray before getting into bed. They sat there and ate as they talked about their plans for the day. “Is staying in bed and cuddling really all you want to do?” Shiro asked incredulously.

“Well not really, but what else are we going to do in space? It isn’t like Disney World is an option.” Y/N pointed out.

Shiro nodded and sighed. “If it is what you want to do then we will do it.”

Y/N smiled and kissed him on the cheek. They finished the food and laid in bed for a while. The day passed quickly while they were in each other’s arms, just talking about life and dreams and the things they wished they could do.

Shiro smiled when he felt his phone buzz again. He checked it and this time Lance had texted him. “If you two aren’t too busy being busy ;) the party is ready.”

“As much as I have loved being lazy with you, we should go clean up the kitchen. I told the other paladins that we would clean up if they left us alone all day.” Shiro said as he got up.

“I feel like I should have been part of the decision making process for that.” Y/N grumbled as she got up. They made their way to the kitchen, where the lights were off.

Y/N walked in first and jumped when the lights came on. “Happy Birthday!” The paladins, Allura, and Coran cried out.

“Aw, you guys!” Y/N said as she surveyed the room. There was a cake on the table (how they had located ingredients that would come together to make anything even remotely resembling a cake was beyond her) and decorations and presents. “How did you guys now?”

“Shiro told us that back on Earth it is customary to celebrate the day one is born. And every Earth year, too! You little creatures sure like to party.” Coran said with a laugh.

“At any rate, we are very happy to celebrate this special day with you.” Allura said as she gave Y/N a hug.

“This talking is great and all, but can we skip to the part where we eat Hunk’s cake?” Lance said “None of us have had anything remotely resembling Earth food in years.”

“It’s Y/N’s birthday. And we have only been gone nine months.” Pidge pointed out.

“Well, Happy Birthday, Y/N, now can we eat cake?” Everyone laughed at Lance’s antics.

The party was good fun. The cake didn’t taste quite like what Hunk had planned, but it was still sweet and very good.

The presents were mostly homemade. Hunk made a frisbee using his previously disastrous, but slightly useful cookie recipe. Pidge had made an electronic album that held pictures of all the planets they had visited and some of their best and funniest moments together. Keith had whittled a piece of wood into the shape of a lion. He blushed when Y/N gave him a hug. Lance had kept a couple really cool seashells from his and Hunk’s adventure on the underwater planet. He gave her his favorite of the shells, an iridescent teal one that reflected rainbows. Allura gave Y/N a bracelet she had once worn.

“I cannot take this from you, Princess.” Y/N said, holding it out for her to take back.

“Nonsense,” Allura said, refusing to take it. “I have another that looks just like it.”

Coran gave Y/N a crystal he had been given the last time he visited the Balmera.

“Thank you for all of these gifts. I love them all.” Y/N said with a smile.

“I still have one to give you.” Shiro said.

“I thought arranging for all this was your gift.” Y/N teased.

“Not quite.” Shiro laughed nervously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain. He laid it in the palm of Y/N’s hand.

“Your dog tags?” Y/N gasped.

“Yep,” Shiro nodded. “I took them on the Kerberos mission with me. I’ve carried them this entire time.”

“What are ‘dog tags’?” Allura asked.

“Dog tags are a necklace that members of the armed forces wear. They identify the soldier who carries them. All Garrison students have them.” Lance said as he and the others lifted theirs up.

“And I want you to have mine.” Shiro said as he cradled Y/N’s face in his hand. Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” She breathed as she pressed close.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” Shiro whispered as he caressed her head.

Can’t Help Falling In Love | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. 

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Raven.

Word Count: 2308 words.

Parties were fun. (Y/N), particularly speaking, loved to party, but only when her friends were with her. She didn’t see the point of partying if there was no one you liked by your side. That wasn’t a good time for her, all (Y/N)’s friends seemed to be too busy to attend the party she insisted on going. Or almost all her friends.

(Y/N) saw her best friend, Bellamy Blake, leaning against one of the walls as he watched people partying. He was one of the guards of the place, responsible for the order of the party. Bellamy looked very bored, making it look like his mind was in a totally different place, until his eyes stopped in (Y/N), making a small smile appear on his face as he nodded at her. The girl smiled, starting to walk toward him, making Bellamy’s smile widen.

“Cadet Blake.” (Y/N) said in a mocking tone as she reached the boy’s side.

“My lady.” he bowed slightly to her, making her laugh. “Enjoying the party?”

“As much as you.” he chuckled. “Parties aren’t so fun when your best friend isn’t partying together.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m partying hard.”

“Oh, totally.” she nodded listening to a slow song start playing, making only the couples stay on the dance floor. Coincidence or not, that was one of (Y/N)’s favorite songs, which made the girl jump slightly, holding out her hand to Bellamy. “Then come party boy, dance with me.”

Bell smiled slightly, shaking his head to her. (Y/N) took his hands, trying to pull toward the center of the party, but the boy pulled her back.

“(Y/N), I can’t do that right now.” he looked discreetly at the other guards standing close to them.

"They won’t mind if you go out for a bit. The Ark won’t end if Bellamy Blake dances.” she tried to pull him again, but the boy just shook his head, making a sad expression appear on (Y/N)’s face. "Bell, I never get a chance to stay with you. You’re always busy helping your mother or you are too busy working as a guard.” she crossed her arms, lowering her head a little. "We don’t even talk anymore.”

Bellamy stared at the girl in front of him for a few seconds, debating with himself what he should do. He sighed and threw his hands up, surrendering, causing (Y/N) to jump excitedly.

“Just one song.” he said, finally letting himself be pulled onto the dance floor.

“One song is all I need.” she said, stopping when they were already beside other couples.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes somethings are meant to be.

(Y/N) placed her hands on Bellamy’s shoulders as he brought his hands to her waist. Their eyes met, making them laugh at the moment. They looked like a couple. The thought made (Y/N) feel a little nervous, making her look away from him. She just continued to enjoy the music.

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

Bellamy’s hands began to caress her waist as they moved in the rhythm of the song. (Y/N) let out a small smile, coming closer to Bellamy and letting her head rest against his chest, feeling the boy’s racing heart beating.

For I can’t help, falling in love with you.

“I’m glad you’re here.” she murmured..

“I’m glad too.” he assured her, his voice sounding a little husky.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea.

(Y/N) looked up, looking into her best friend’s eyes. She had never noticed how beautiful his dark eyes were. Or how beautiful he was, overall. She had always thought of him as Bellamy Blake, her childhood friend. But now, being so close to him, she was in doubt if that was all she wanted him to be.

Darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be.

Neither of them had the courage to look away for a few seconds, mesmerized by each other.

Take my hand.

Bellamy looked away from her eyes to the girl’s lips, making (Y/N) feel her face begin to heat. She was glad to know that she wasn’t the only one attracted to the other.

Take my whole life too.

The boy leaned slightly toward her, carefully in case if that wasn’t what the girl wanted. She closed her eyes, leaning toward him too, giving the signal that she also wanted that to happen.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

(Y/N) felt Bellamy’s lips touch against hers, making the girl feel her heart racing in her chest. She was actually kissing her best friend. She pressed her lips against his, feeling him smile slightly. It was a sweet kiss. Just like him.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

They both stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds, listening to the next song begin to play. A small smile appeared on Bellamy’s lips. “I have to get back to work.” he whispered to her, making the girl look away from him as she nodded. Bellamy connected their lips one more time before taking one last look at her and walking back to the wall.

(Y/N) noticed that some of Bellamy’s guard companions gave him a smirk, giving him thumbs up. Although until the end of the party they hadn’t spoken more because it could disrupt Bell’s work, the two continued to exchange glances, and (Y/N) could feel her cheeks heating up every time she noticed her best friend’s gaze on her.

Best friend. Now they were something more than that. It wasn’t long after that party that they started dating. (Y/N) didn’t know why it had taken so long for her to notice her true feelings for Bellamy, but now it was clear to her.

Things were going really well for both of them, Bellamy had always been a good friend, always so funny and understandable, and he was showing himself to be a sweet boyfriend, but there was something about it that bothered (Y/N) deeply. Bellamy was always busy. Of course, sometimes he would escape from the guard service to meet her in some place so they could hang out, but it wasn’t always like that, and much of the time he wasn’t working, he was busy helping his mother, and this was a service he said he couldn’t escape. (Y/N) couldn’t understand what his mother needed so much help with, but she just smiled and nodded, saying she understood the situation. But she didn’t.

And then Aurora was floated after it was discovered that she had had a second child, and then that child was thrown into the Sky Box with the other juvenile delinquents. At first, (Y/N) didn’t know how to react at that and she didn’t even think about it, she had to be there to support Bellamy, she knew that, that wasn’t the best time for her to accuse him for never telling her anything. From then on things began to get more difficult for both of them.

Bellamy made no effort to try to make it seem like things were good for him, not in front of her. It was nice to have someone he could count on, he knew she would be there no matter what. But he had changed and she could see that. He no longer looked like the sweet Bellamy she knew, he was more reserved and the two were almost always arguing for stupid reasons. But in the end he always apologized to her, he couldn’t lose another person he loved for a stupid reason. He was going through a bad time, but he would get better.

One day, after nearly a year, (Y/N) was approached by guards who asked her about Bellamy. She was confused. What the hell did these people want with him now? But she hadn’t seen Bellamy all day and that’s what she’d told them. One of them blurted out to her why they were looking for him. He had shot a man. The chancellor. (Y/N) thought that maybe it was some kind of bad joke at first, but then the conformation arrived. He had done that. She didn’t see Bellamy the next day or in the next one, or the one after that. She didn’t see Bellamy for long after that.

(Y/N) only saw Bellamy again when she was already on the Ground and it was only for a second as he walked around Camp Jaha alongside a blonde girl. He hadn’t seen her, though. And after that things got complicated in the camp so she couldn’t bother looking for him. Grounders demanding people to be delivered to them, their people trapped on a mountain. Earth wasn’t what she dreamed of, far from it.

The other time she saw Bellamy was when finally the people who were trapped on the mountain were freed. As they entered Camp Jaha, she saw him again and this time he had seen her too. (Y/N) thought of going to talk to him, but something stopped her, she didn’t know if it was fear or rancor from the past, probably both. Then when he started walking toward her, she ran away. And she kept doing that every time she saw him in the camp after that.

And then peace came. Peace finally seemed to exist on Earth, since they no longer had problems with grounders in three months. (Y/N) enjoyed her free time walking in the hallways and socializing. At that moment (Y/N) was standing by a table, talking to Raven. They had approached each other in the last few months. And even though they didn’t have much to worry about at the time, she hadn’t talked to Bellamy yet, she hadn’t even tried, though the Reyes girl was always telling her to give him a second chance. But things would change soon. (Y/N) could feel the Blake’s gaze on her, but she didn’t have the guts to return the look.

A familiar rhythm filled (Y/N)’s ears, making her distracted from the conversation she was having with Raven. A boy had started playing a song, a song known to her, catching the attention of several people there. Even Raven, who had stopped speaking to listen.

Wise men say, only fools rush in.

(Y/N) felt herself froze in her place as she heard the words being sung. That couldn’t be happening. Her eyes couldn’t help but look for the boy, who had been staring at her for a long time.

But I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Bellamy’s eyes lit up with hope as he saw the girl staring at him. A small smile appeared on his face, making the girl nod at him, a smile appearing on her lips as well.

Shall I stay?

Bellamy started walking toward the girl. Raven smirked discreetly.

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help, falling in love with you?

“May I have this dance, my lady?” he asked, standing in front of her, holding out his arm for her to take.

“I don’t know.” her smile disappeared, making Bellamy lose all the confidence he had felt so far. Raven gave her a discreet push, motioning for her to go, making the girl sigh. “Just one song.”

“One song is all I need.”

Like a river flows, surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes somethings are meant to be.

No one else was dancing, making (Y/N) feel a little embarrassed when Bellamy pulled her into the center of the room, placing his hands on the girl’s waist. She timidly placed her hands on his shoulders, the two beginning to move in the rhythm of the song.

“I’m sorry.” he said quietly, making her look at him. “I shouldn’t have left you there alone.”

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

“I mean, I should have brought you along or something,” he kept talking as he stared into her eyes, causing (Y/N) to look down as she nodded.

“I think I understand now.”

For I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Bellamy was about to speak again as the girl leaned against his chest, watching some people begin to dance with them. “It’s okay, I just want to enjoy the music.” she said, causing Bell to nod before squeezing her a little closer as he leaned his head on top of hers.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes somethings are meant to be.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, making a small smile appear on her lips.

“I’m glad too.”

They just remained silent for another few seconds, enjoying the feeling of having one close to the other again. They were together again. (Y/N) slowly pulled away from Bellamy, causing him to lift his head. They looked at each other, still dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

For I can’t help…

The boy gave her a small smile, turning his gaze to her lips and then back to the girl’s eyes, asking for permission. A giggle escaped her lips as she nodded slightly, causing him to lean toward her, closing his eyes, which she did too.

Their lips connected. Sweet and hard at the same time. It was as if everything were the same, but at the same time different. (Y/N) felt the familiar nervousness running through her body as Bellamy’s lips moved slowly against hers.

Falling in love with you.

For I can’t help…

She was sure a lot of people were staring at them as the two pulled away, so she kept her eyes closed as Bellamy rested his forehead against hers. He chuckled.

“Maybe we should call that our song.” he whispered, making the girl smile widely at him as she nodded.

“Definitely.”

Falling in love with you.


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