ugh but i had been meaning to make this for awhile now so

stay in the dark (a mileven fic)

hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link) 


“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”

“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.

Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.

“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”

“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her.  “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”

El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.

“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.

“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.

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anonymous asked:

any new sterek highschool au?

Well, our absolute favs are under our High School AU tag but, because we don’t want you to lack anything, here is a rec of doom (there’s more than 30 fics here) with all the other fics I’ve read in the last few months/years! - C

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Just Pretend by dragon_temeraire

Stiles tells his dad he has a boyfriend. The problem is, he doesn’t actually have one.


Something New Is Going to Happen by dragon_temeraire

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.


All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.


Smile On The Sidelines by clotpolesonly

Derek was not pining.

Not to say that he didn’t miss Stiles, didn’t want to be with him at that moment (or literally any moment, to be quite honest), but he wasn’t one of those obnoxious clingy people who lost track of the world as soon his boyfriend was out of his sight.

It was just a basketball game anyway.


“Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.


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Ugh [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by red-hoocl

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader [Female pronouns are used but not much]

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Pain [and Satans Waterfall] etc

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane!

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Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling- though, it was usually at ungodly hours of the night. You wondered what he could possibly be doing to have you waking up at three in the morning, fighting back a scream. Was he some sort of thug? Did he get into fights at three in the morning just because? Some nights were worse than others- and just a few weeks ago, it felt like you were being crushed by something. It terrified you because it felt like your soulmate was going to die- but then the crushing feeling stopped. You thought that’d be the end of it- but then it felt like you were falling and then crashing to the ground. You must’ve screamed all night that night.

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The Ice Cream Date

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing (NSFW)

Word Count: 2157

Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.

Originally posted by bovaria

Originally posted by oshitwhysoserious

“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with a grin as she turned to look at me.

“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.

“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.

“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.

“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a different type of sexual act or position.

“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.

“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,” Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda. I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.

“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back to me.

“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either. Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully hovering over me on the couch.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of the common room.

“Problem solved,” Nat added happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.


I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot. “Ready?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the elevator.

Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.

“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.

“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.

“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.

“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.


“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I moved to grab napkins.

“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I would have taken him then and there.

“Yeah – that’s probably for the best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to Stark Tower.


We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”

“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.

Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.

“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

“But Bucky…” I complained.

“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed me on his bed.

“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down – lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.

“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.  

“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its hardened mound and sucking softly.

“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from my breast.

“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for him to remove my shorts.

“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.

“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread across his face.

“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”

“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.

“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.

“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?” he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.

“Buck,” I moaned again.

“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.

“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my legs open wider.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?” he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.

He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down – causing just the right amount of friction.

“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him – my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before laying beside me.

He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”


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Bucky the Jerk, Part 1

Bucky the Jerk, part 1

Hi. So I decided to put my obsession to good use and write a Bucky x Reader thing. If It plops i can always disappear into the night. Please let me know if you like it and just what you think.

I only have two or three, well maximum four chapters left to write, with five done, and I’m itching to share. 

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary: Just premise :) Bucky is a bit of a dick.

Mornings at the Avengers Compound were among your favourite things in the world. Tony sure knew where to build - the enourmous floor-length glass windows at the common area and the adjoining kitchen showcased the vast valley before the Tower. And you, not an early bird by any means, loved to get up before sunrise and munch on something, looking over the hills and trees, as light filled the rooms.

Your friends and colleagues rarely joined you, if only you all had an early mission - sunrise was too much even for superheroes.

That Saturday you sat on the counter, as always, swinging your legs back and forth, a cup of tea in your hand. You didn’t bother dressing up - nobody would be awake anyway. You sat there in the first clothes that were close by, when you hurried out of your room to catch the sun rising. You were also glad that nobody could see you like this - hair in disarray, and only a black tank top and knickers as your outfit. You weren’t the shyest person in the world, but it was no plan of yours to let anyone see your soft, not sporty or trained, like Natasha’s, legs.

You sighed with pleasure, looking out the window. It was so nice to just be yourself every once in awhile, to not have to suck your tummy in near Natasha and Wanda, to look even remotely as good. You leaned back on your elbows, almost lying down on the counter, cup of tea next to you.

Unknown to you, another visitor stepped into the kitchen. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone there, but least of all you. Bucky always wanted to flee when you were left alone with him in a room, but if unnoticed he allowed himself a few glances. He stood in the doorway and slid his eyes over your relaxed form. Your hair always enamored him, but he was still motionless. When his gaze reached your naked legs though, he shifted uncomfortably against the door

When you heard a shuffle behind you, you whipped around, knocking the cup to the floor.

“Godammit, Barnes!” you huffed, your heart jumping violently in your chest, and slid to the floor to pick up the pieces. “You need a freaking bell around your neck!”

Why does it have to be him this early in the day? You thought desperately.

He just stood there in the doorframe, his mouth slightly agape, looking like it was you who scared him.

You didn’t care to care though.

“Ugh,” you collected the pieces and went to throw them out, “It was my favourite cup.”

He moved a bit closer, the same idiotic look plastered across his face.

“What?” You snapped.

“Nothing, Y/N,”  he shifted again and averted his eyes when you kneeled down in front of the puddle “Just… Nice outfit.”

You realised what happened and instantly felt your cheeks flare up. Oh god, why, WHY didn’t you put on a bra and some pants? Lazy little shit… You kept mentally chastising yourself, when you heard him speak.

“What are you doing up so early anyway?” He leaned on the doorframe and you thought he avoided your eyes when you looked up. He looked annoyed still, and this time you felt a pang of anger. Why is he annoyed with you?

“Got up to see the sunrise. What are you even doing up so early?”

You dumped the last glass pieces into the trash and went to mop the floor with paper towels, effectively ignoring his sour gaze.

“Never took you for an early bird.” He said, disregarding your question.

“I’m not,” you said, crossing your arms, mirroring him and staring him down.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Are you going to apologise?”

“For what? Getting up for some water?”

“You scared me,” you bit out, “And I broke my cup.”

He rolled his eyes, and his expression changed slightly, now to a teasing one. Oh, hell no. You weren’t gonna let him make fun of you again, like he did for the past seven months since you joined.

You pushed past him and went to your room, anticipating a glorious fucking day.

***

Even superheroes need a breather, and Saturday was that. Tony was out somewhere, but everyone else was lounging around the tower. You were cuddled up in a blanket at the common area, reading, with Nat and Wanda watching a movie on the other couch.

Wanda kept looking over to you though, not really paying attention to the screen. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Ok, Y/N, if you don’t tell us what’s wrong I’m gonna have to breach your privacy.” she tapped her temple.

“What?” You looked up from the book, not even sure you remembered the last words you just read.

“See? I’m telling you she’s distracted.” Wanda told Nat, and she nodded, “Spill it.”

“Oh, it’s been spilt.” You felt an urge to giggle at your own hilarious pun, but the girls just looked at each other.

“Y/N…” Natasha started carefully, “Who got you? We know something happened, it’s like there’s a storm cloud over your head.”

You sighed and closed the book, frowning at your friends.

“Fine.”

Natasha smiled ever so slightly, and you even though that maybe you imagined it.

“It’s fucking Barnes.”

“Told you!” Natasha jumped up and laughed, and Wanda rolled her eyes, “You don’t need any psychic powers to know who upset her apple cart!”

“What are you on about?” You asked, kicking off the blanket, suddenly hot.

“We  just…” Wanda coughed and Natasha sat down next to her, changing her tone, “We just know you two don’t really get along. Which remind me, why is that?”

“Don’t ask me, he’s the one who’s got a problem with me. It’s every time, for all these months  he keeps teasing me, and making fun of me, and in the field he always makes sure we’re together, just so that he can ridicule how inadequate I am!”

“You sure that’s the problem, love?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t see any other explanation. You’d think in seven months he’d get used to me. You all did…”

Natasha was trying not to burst out laughing, and you took it as her making fun of your misery. You didn’t care though, Nat was kind to you and you were close, so you couldn’t care less if she found Bucky’s childish behavior hilarious.

“What are you girl gossiping about?” Came Sam’s voice from behind you.

“Hey Sammy,” Natasha stretched her back, “Nothing. Just trying to cheep Y/N up.”

“Aww, what happened baby?” He leaned over the back of your loveseat and lightly pinched your cheeks.

Wanda laughed, and you tried to squirm away.

“Ok, Sam, you know what? I appreciate the sentiment, but when you concentrate on my cheeks, it makes me feel like a hamster - not a baby.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, with all seriosness, “The cutest hamster baby.”

Now Nat couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer, and Sam kept talking to you in a baby voice. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled, and he didn’t keep his balance from all the laughing, falling right in your lap over the top of the couch.

You giggled yourself now, cradling his head.

“You idiot.”

“See? I cheered her up in a flash, and all I had to do was fall over a couch. Amateurs.” He mockingly scoffed at the girls.

“You guys seem to be having fun.”

Yes, you were, right up until you heard that husky voice that meant no good.

You straightened out and refused to look back, to where Barnes stood. You just caressed Sam’s hair, forgetting in your rage momentarily what was even happening.

The plague of your life walked around the loveseat and looked the scene over.

“What… Um, what’s this?” He motioned to you and Sam.

“Nothing!” Wanda replied before you could even come up with a poisonous comment. “We’re just fooling around. Trying to make Y/N feel better - someone’s upset her.”

Wanda held her gaze on Barnes for a few moments, but he just gave you and Sam another glare and walked away.

“Dick.”

You couldn’t help yourself, and when you said it, all three of them started laughing.

Bucky walked away to his room, huffing, fuming and trying to come up with a good enough comment for the next time he saw you.

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anonymous asked:

hi, it's theory anon! idk how many asks this will take, pls bear with me. My theory is that I think babygate was supposed to be a Zayn stunt, not Louis. I came at this backwards, reading up on Z leaving & BG happening after the fact, bc I had checked out of fandom during that time. When reading thru what happened, there are pieces that still don't fit. (1) L didn't "need" babygate, he was closeted w/ E & that was his established "brand". In order to make BG fit, they had to throw him (1/?)

right into cheating, partyboy (poolgirl, 0 to 60 on the nights out). Prior to that he was the stay-at-home monogamous boyfriend. But Z’s brand was the cheater, partier, the one w/ the problems & the randoms. Ppl think Z’s leaving was a stunt, but there is real anger on Harry’s part. If L got BG after Z left, I think that explains it bc I don’t his reactions are all fake. BG events used to coincide all the time with Z’s solo happenings. Like clockwork. Like they did in Jan w/ L’s for his solo effort… It wld have been great promo for Perrie, scorned fiancé. They tried to spin some cheating stuff after Zerrie split, but it didn’t stick, & I think it was supposed to. That weird time when L & Z just took off, right around when the J’s came into the picture. I can’t think of anymore rn, but there was other stuff, too. IDK if Z’s leaving was a stunt or not (I haven’t read on this enough, I’m sorry), but I think BG was going to be their promo push for him regardless, & I think he walked away from it, which is why he also had no other promo in place. - That’s all I have rn, haha, sorry to flood your inbox! I keep finding stuff that adds to this theory, though, and I’m wondering if it’s been brought up before? I haven’t read as much into the Zayn-leaving stuff, but I’m trying to catch up! Thanks for listening, hope this theory is as wild as you might have wanted! 

You know what…this isn’t that crazy when you think about it. Look at Zayn’s previous stunt girls:

Now look at who Louis’s stunt girls:

Now who does this girl look like 1DHQ would assign her to? 

Similar to how they branded each boy…

I’m sure their thorough moulding of each character included what their “type” was, given that there is a clear pattern. Zayn has gone on to date another high profile blonde, and Louis just recycled a past brunette beard. 

In terms of Zayn leaving being a stunt…this has been discussed at length, particularly by @mellygrant and here is a great post about it: (x

This is slightly controversial, but I personally think that the animosity that people perceive to be coming from Harry is a bit too over the top. Like Harry is doing an impersonation of someone who should be angry…which I also discussed here: (x

Honestly, whoTF knows what’s going on? I don’t. My life since March of 2015 can honestly be summed up by this:

You could probably send me a conspiracy that Niall isn’t actually Irish and that would be infinitely more plausible than what’s happened over the past TWO FUCKIN YEARS. I seriously can’t believe how long it’s been. And now they’re actually bringing it back around full circle to what’s her face because approximately no one has believed any of Louis’ stunts since then. 

I don’t think it’s all all coincidental that she’s back, and it points to the fact that Zayn and Louis’ stunts are always conveniently at the same time or linked to each other. Zayn drops a music video, Louis drops a BG bomb, like it’s gone back and forth between Zayn’s promo and Louis’ stunts for over a year. Now they’re not even trying to hide the connection…

(Sidebar: who’s gonna tell her about the bandana code? Noses, not it.)

As soon as I saw this I was like 

RIP to the two years of peace I had with out having to see her desperately using Louis for any kind of promo whilst slagging him off all the time. Her “fashion blog” must have done some serious tanking if she’s roping herself back into this mess for publicity. The story they’ve built around that breakup hardly made her look good for rushing back to his side the minute his last “breakup” hit the papers, but I guess karma is a bitch that way.  

The fact that around the time her promo for Tommy Hilfiger came out Louis followed them and Champion on Twitter…

And then they both start showing up in Vetements (a high fashion heaux version of Champion)

…makes it very clear, to me at least, that this is part of dat Industry Lyf™ in which Louis is being paid to be a walking billboard, as he has been for awhile…I’ve never been under the illusion that stars just love one brand THAT much. At least I hope he’s being paid or else this Tweedle Dumb and Dumber getup is just embarrassing. I mean how many ways can he make his “dates” seem like an outing with a sibling? 

Your theory, whilst wild, actually makes a lot of sense. So thank you for sending it to me! xx

I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

part one


It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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13 Reasons Why (Daveed x Reader)

Sooooooo this took me literally forever to write, but I’m happy with the way it turned out!! Lil shoutout to Becca ( @angeilca-s ) helping me with some of the reasons ;) feedback would be lovely, and enjoy! 

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, it gets a little heated at one part but other than that I think it’s all good?

Words: 5447 (dang this took forever)


One - Constantly distracted

You mindlessly scraped the food around on your plate, your eyes glancing from the food up to your boyfriend, who obviously had something much more important than your three year anniversary on his phone.

“Babe, can you please put that away?” you hinted, glancing down at his phone when he looked up at you.

“Oh, yeah, mhm,” he nodded, sliding it into his back pocket and looking at you. That’s one of the many things that killed you, was the way he looked at you. No matter what you looked like, what you were doing, it didn’t matter. His chocolatey brown eyes bore into you like you put the stars in the sky and made the earth spin on its axis. You sighed and continued eating.

“Babygirl,” he strung out, letting the word slide right off his lips like music to your ears.

“Yes?” you responded, once again giving him your attention.

“I love you, I promise. So much,” he grinned, reaching over to take your hand. He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, something that you had always found calming.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling back. It was a truly genuine smile. You couldn’t be more in love with the man sitting across from you.

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Drinks & Pranks // Byron Langley

Word Count- 1385

Summary- De-stressing with your best friends ends a bit differently than you expected.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Ugh, only one more day before I’m back to school.. someone end me please. Also, I got four Byron imagines in one day.. ok. Idk if I like this, but I hope someone does.

Requested; Yes, two in one, hope you both like it! (unless one person requested both, then hello, thank you, though I doubt it.. oh well.) x

req; can you do a Byron one where you’ve both liked eachother for a while and it takes a game of never have I ever or spin the bottle for them both to admit it

req;  hey could i request an imagine with byron (if you’re not fed up with him lol)? one where the reader is a good friend of the boys (not a youtuber and not in a relationship with byron) but the fans know about her and ship her a lot with byron, then one morning joe does a prank on byron and then sees someone else laying next to him, turns out it’s the reader and the fans freak out or something? sorry this is very specific you can change anything if you want!

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You groaned as you walked into the living room of Joe’s flat, where all the boys were waiting, alcohol in hand and in a circle. “Again, really?” You asked, rubbing your head in frustration. “Yup.” Joe said, simply. “I hate you all.” You said, plopping down next to Conor and Jack. “C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been overworking yourself like crazy, you need to relax and this is how we’ve chosen to relax.” Conor said, nudging you playfully, but he had a concerned look on his face.

He wasn’t lying, you’d been having a hard time at work lately. You were falling behind, half of your co-workers had decided to take vacation all at once, and majority of the work was being passed to you, as you were the hardest working and most dedicated in your building. “Fine.” You sighed, you couldn’t resist these boys. Besides, Conor was right, you needed to loosen up.

“What game are we playing today, boys?” Joe asked, you gave him a look. “I mean.. queen and peasants!” He corrected, making you and the boys chuckle. “Never have I ever?” Oli suggested, and everyone nodded in agreement. “I’ll start.” Caspar said, sending a smirk Joe’s way. “Never have I ever kiss someone of the same gender.” He said, and Joe and Jack visibly tensed, before each grabbing a shot and downing it. (Yes, I went there. I love Joeck.) Josh and Mikey also downed a shot, but everyone knew they’d done it for a video. Joe cleared his throat. “Right, moving on, Never have I ever..”

The game progressed for awhile, questions and alcohol passing by quickly. “Alright, Y/N. Your turn.” At this point, you weren’t exactly drunk, but you were quite tipsy. That couldn’t be said for the other boys, who were all very drunk. “Never have I ever… Never have I ever called someone the wrong name while hooking up.” You smirked as every boy except one drank. “You’re all idiots.” You laughed, and Byron, who was the only one who didn’t drink, had an amused look on his face as well.

“Byron, have you even had a drink yet?” You asked, confused. He seemed completely sober. “Nope.” He said, and all the guys gawked at him; as everyone had multiple drinks and were completely smashed. “Alright, Byron. Your go, then.” You said, raising your eyebrows. “Never have I ever had sex.” Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Joe dropped his beer bottle, Caspar screamed. “What?!” Everyone exclaimed, Conor looked personally offended. Why? Who knows, it’s drunk Conor.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You asked, and suddenly Byron burst out laughter. “Of course I’m joking, you pricks.” He said, and everyone sighed, relieved. “Oh my god, I thought I was going to have to unfriend you.” Conor slurred, and everyone looked at him oddly. “Unfriend him, Conor?” You teased, and he nodded quickly. “Yes!” He said, not noticing how what he said he didn’t make sense. “Okay, I think it’s time for bed.” You said, a bit concerned of how much alcohol Conor had consumed. He usually wasn’t a lightweight, either, so if Conor was smashed, the rest of the boys probably were too.

“Can we have a sleepover?!” Joe asked, excitedly. Yup, they were smashed, alright. “Only because I’m very worried for all of your conditions right now.” “Yayyy! I dibs the bed with Joe!” Jack said, grabbing Joe’s arm and running off, slamming the door behind them. “Okay then.” You laughed, shaking your head. You got the others situated in the living room; pillows, couches, blankets, etc. You definitely were the ‘mom’ of the group.

Once everyone was asleep, which luckily, wasn’t hard, you got up and began to grab your things. “You can stay as well, if you want.” Byron piped up, walking into the room. You turned to face him, to politely decline, but your jaw fell open and your eyes widened when you saw he was shirtless. You were pretty drunk as well, and it probably was the best to stay, and you both knew it. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea. There’s no more room in the living room, and Mikey’s already on the floor.” You said, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

“You can stay in my room, you know. I’ll stick to my side of the bed, I promise. It’s really late, and you’re obviously drunk.” He said, pointing to his room. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “Y/N, I’d rather share a bed with you and know you’re safe rather than you go home and put yourself at risk. Besides, who said I didn’t want you in my bed?” He said, quietly. You almost choked on the air, and looked at him surprised. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” He stuttered, and you laughed.

You opened your mouth to reply, but a yawn escaped instead. “C’mon, we can discuss this in the morning, if you remember.” Byron said, pulling you to his bedroom. You stole one of his shirts (with his permission, of course) and it hung loosely past your thighs. You climbed into the side opposite Byron, and faced the back towards him. “Goodnight, Byron.” You said, smiling to yourself. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You were fast asleep, dreaming contently, when a blaring air horn sounded through the room. You shot up, eyes wide. “Joe!” Byron said, rubbing a hand on his face. You looked over, to see Joe, jaw dropped, holding his phone, meaning one thing. “You aren’t.. livestreaming, are you?” You asked, mortified. Joe’s face said it all. “I’m so sorry..” He muttered, looking horrified at the camera. “Um, I’ll go.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

“That is not how I wanted to wake up this morning.” You groaned, and then your eyes widened. “Wait, why am I in your bed anyways, Byron!? Did anything..” You asked, surprised. Byron chuckled. “No, Y/N. You were just drunk, and had nowhere to sleep. Nothing happened, don’t worry.” You sighed, a bit relieved, yet a bit disappointed. You really liked Byron, and wouldn’t have minded waking up to that every morning.

“Well we should probably get up and clarify that little uh.. Incident.” You said, sheepishly. “Oh, yeah. Of course.” Byron cleared his throat, rolling out of bed. You threw on the pants you were wearing yesterday, staying in the shirt Byron gave you. You walked out, realizing Joe was still filming his livestream. “Hey, Joe.” You smiled, waving to the livestream comments, which instantly flooded with comments about you and Byron being adorable.

“We aren’t dating, guys.” You said, a hint of disappointment hidden in your voice. “It was just a misunderstanding. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I had a few too many drinks last night, and all the boys took up all the couches and the floor, so Byron was kind enough to let me stay in his room.” You told the livestream, and checked your watch. “Crap! I’m going to be late! I gotta go, thanks for everything boys!” You cursed, grabbing your bag, which you thankfully packed last night, and ran out the door.

Byron came in shortly after you left, having gone straight to the shower. He looked around, confused. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked, rubbing his eyes slightly. “Just missed her, mate. She had to run, she was going to be late to something. Probably more work.” Joe told him, and turned back to his livestream. Byron walked over, reading the comments flying by about him and Y/N and he chuckled.

“No guys, we aren’t dating. I haven’t even asked her out, yet. Don’t get ahead of yourselves.” He winked at the livestream, grabbing an apple and walking back into his room. He left a shocked Joe and exploding viewers, excitement. “Right, well, I think this has been an eventful livestream. Thank you all so much for watching, and I’ll see you soon with another Sugg Sunday special.” He said, turning off his phone. Joe’s prank didn’t quite go to plan, but it sure as hell turned out good for the both of you, and he was satisfied with that. (He also figured, at least now he had some leverage over the two of you for future uses.)

Names

Names


A head cannon that’s been floating around my mind for awhile and I thought I should write before we actually get Anxiety’s name, just something I wrote real quick while I was at work #imaterribleemployee

Warnings: none really, some negative self talk

@angstymelon @killerfangirl3 @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @lampisimportant @princey-and-hottopic @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna @fearinghope (welcome to the list NoHa ;) )

This came about because I was wondering /if/ the sides have always been around then why doesn’t Thomas know them?


(this is set after Taking on Anxiety with Lilly Singh!)


Anxiety sank back into the mindscape with a frown, he was exhausted and he felt horrible. He had refused to be in Thomas’ first two videos, the fear of being rejected, being laughed at, it had been to much. It was only after the success of the first two that he let himself be talked into making one.


We need something big to introduce you, something with a bit of a wow factor.” Prince had said in his typical grandiose fashion.


“Yeah, I mean you are a big part of my life.” Thomas had smiled at him. ~You hold me back. I would be so much better off without you~ he heard.


Despite it all he filmed the video, he hid behind his smirk and was the villain Thomas wanted him to be. Soon the video would be up and everyone would see, they would see how horrible he was. How awful  and cruel, how much he hurt Thomas. They’d be calling for his head.


Maybe it wasn’t too late to convince Thomas not to post it.


He popped up next to Thomas, who had just finished triple checking the video before he posted it. The others were there already, all three urging him to post it.


“Don’t”  was all he could get out, fear a tight ball in his throat.


Prince rolled his eyes and turned back to Thomas, continuing to speak encouragements. Logic agreeing with him. Morality smiled softly at Anxiety, taking his arm and sinking down with him.


“Hey what was that buddy?” Patton questioned once they were in the safety of the commons.


“I am Anxiety.” He said, frustrated tears just prickling at the corners of his eyes.


“Yes?” Morality said in confusion.


“And now everyone will see me, how awful i am. They are going to hate me, they’ll want to be rid of me because I am not like you three. I’m not good. I’m not a side of Thomas’ personality. I’m a disease.” he spit, the words tumbling out of him without his say so.


He looked up to see Logic and Prince’s stunned faces, they must of caught most of that, and he tried to escape to his room but Morality stepped in front of him.


“That’s not true, you are not a disease. You are more that just anxiety.”


“No i’m not, I am literally ANXIETY. Just like you are Morality.”


“I’m a bit more than my name suggests.” Morality’s eyes lit up. “That’s just it, we need new names, to remind us that we are more than just a descriptive moniker. I will be” his voice trailed off for a minute as he thought about it. “Patton!”


“What kind of name is that? He sneered, but Mor–Patton’s happy expression never changed.


“I like it.” he said with one of his signature shimmys.  


“My turn!” Prince said, clearly excited about the idea. Anxiety looked at Logan, who rolled his eyes. “ It needs to be something fit for a Prince, something that evokes heroism and inspires faith. Something noble, like Roman. Yes Roman, that shall be my name.”


“It’s perfect ,” Patton squealed, throwing one arm over…Roman’s … shoulder. They both looked at Logic expectantly.


“Why are you looking at me? I am and always have been Lo….” he cut himself off at Patton’s disapproving glare.  To be fair it was one of the more fearsome glares the fatherly side had ever given. “… gan. My name is Logan.”


Anxiety snorted at him before realizing the three other sides were looking at him.


“What? I’m not going to just make up a name, that’s idiotic. And it’s not going to change anything.”  he growled and stomped up the stairs.


He lay in his bed thinking about the names,  chuckling cynically at them. But the more he thought about it, the more genuine and affectionate his smile became.


The names did kind fit them each. If, if, he was to play along, what name would he choose?


He flicked through dozens of names before finding one that made him feel like, well him.


And with that held in his mind he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Proposal - Bruce Wayne

Originally posted by writers-square

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!

Request: Hiya!! Can i request Bruce Wayne proposing to the reader? Thank you so very much!! - anon

Warnings: MAJOOORR FLUFFFFF

Word Count: 758 

Your Name: Submit What is this?


Click Click Click Click, you heard the sound of your heels tapping the hardwood floor as you maneuvered through the grocery store looking for some, well, groceries. Usually Alfred would be getting them, but the man does so much, you just decided to do it. Even though Alfred insisted that he would go because it’s your and Bruce’s anniversary, you still went.

You heard the chitter chatter of the people, you tried not to listen in on their conversations but you would just listen to a couple of sentences and then continue searching the aisle for what you were looking for.

“Barb, did I ever tell you what happened to Carol?”

“No, what happened.”

“I heard that her husband cheated on her and they’re gonna file a divorce”

“Oh no, Carol and John were perfect”

“Ugh, i know”

You stopped listening right there, it was too sad for you. You couldn’t imagine Bruce cheating on you. Although he wasn’t your husband, he was your boyfriend, for 7 years today. You loved him dearly, you couldn’t bare him suddenly leaving you, just the thought gave you shivers.

You continued roaming the aisle in hoped of finding bread pudding, or at least the mixing for it. You had once made it for all the boys and they had fallen in love with it, so you decided to make it once again, just because. Once you had finally found the mixing, you made your way to the check out. You had around 20+ items so you couldn’t go to the 10 items or less aisle, so you just went to the regular one. It took awhile but you finally got all your things checked out and you made your way to your car to go home to Bruce.

Once you had made your way back to the mansion, you took out all the bags and fiddled with the keys to the front door, remembering that Alfred always left it open you just walked in. But as soon as you walked in you saw flower petals leading outside. Being the curious person you were you decided to go and check it out. You dropped the bags gently on the floor and followed the path. Once you had went outside to the patio you saw bright lights hung up everywhere and a huge collage of the picture you and Bruce took over the years.  

You spun in circles trying to take it all in but you noticed Bruce standing there in a full tuxedo. “Hey, you look handsome.” you complimented as you reached him. “Hello gorgeous, follow me,” he said as he took your hand and directed you to a small table for two. He pulled out a chair for you and then sat in the one across from you. “If you had told me about this i would have dressed more properly,” you said as you started nibbling on the breadsticks, “Well, you look beautiful anyways, you always do.” you blushed a deep red once he said those words. “Thank you,” you replied as Alfred brought out the main course. Once he had left you asked, “So whats all this for?” Bruce looked at you while taking a sip of his whine, “well, um now that you asked, i’ve been meaning to tell you something”  you nodded as a sign for him to continue. He stood up and took your hand once again and brought you to the center of the collage, he started to kneel down on one knee and took out a ring from his jacket pocket. “I have loved you for 7 years now, and I can’t go another day as you being just my girlfriend, I want you to be more, I want you to be my wife, I want to love you forever, I want to wake up next to you, knowing that you’re my wife. So, Y/F/N Will You Marry Me?” At this point you had your free hand covering your mouth and tears coming out of your eyes, “Yes, yes I will” you stuttered out, nodding your head. Bruce slipped the ring on your ring finger and got up, he held you in his arms, kissing you passionately. “YESSSS!!!!” you heard behind you. All the boys, including Alfred, had been secretly watching you behind the bush, but that secret ended when Dick yelled out. Jason slapped him upside the head, murmuring “idiot” as they all went inside. You looked at Bruce smiling as he held you in his arms, smiling back at you.

Bad Boy Turned Good

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8,014

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol/drinking, smoking, swearing, noncon kinda

A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!

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Sometimes Forgiving Is Hard

(contains spoilers from Thomas’s new video’s including Morality’s new name. I know some people haven’t watched it yet for various reasons *cough* one reason was closed captions*cough**cough* so I’m just going to leave this warning here.)


@killerfangirl3 @starrykid @nebulastep @prinxietyhell @dan-yuna @analogically-prinxiety @obviouslyelementary @lekawaiimelon @whatevermate1234 (i cant remember everyone i was supost to tag i apologize)

Tw: Morality angst, bullying, doubt


Patton was frowning. He had managed to keep a smile on his face, most of the time, but… he still felt torn inside.

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“Morality! YOU are the issue here!” Logan said. He knew how bad Logan was at  expressing emotions so he just assumed that he was just saying something and meaning another thing. Besides, he was his best friend, he couldn’t possibly be being mean.

“Aww, Logan, I love this teasing lil back-and-forth we have here!” Morality said, not understanding it completely.

“No. I’m serious. And I always have been. And forever will be.” Logan snapped.

_


He closed his eyes. Logan had said nice things at the end, he was fine.

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“YOU are holding Thomas back” Prince said.

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He winced and took a sharp breath in. During the video, Roman had praised him for thinking of giving the others their rooms.

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“His heart’s just not in the right place.” Anxiety said.

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Patton bit his lips. Anxiety was just trying to lead him back to where he should be, and that was taking care of Thomas.
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“I am always a proponent of following one’s heart… but, if it is not helping on the quest to fulfill one’s longing then what is the gosh darn ding dang point?” Prince glanced over at Patton as he spoke.
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Patton let out a sob as he remembered the pain he felt when Prince looking at him.
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“B-But, kiddo–” Morality was interrupted,
“That’s just it! I’m not a ‘kiddo’ anymore!” Thomas snapped.
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Morality whimpered. ‘Thomas was just tired of being referred to a kid. He just wanted to be seen as a grown up.’
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“We need actual contributions from you every now and then” Prince said.
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Morality clenched tighter to his bed, trying to hold back sobs (and failed.)
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“You stand there making your… puns… and are just… needlessly silly. All the time. Logic said.
_

Why did this hurt?

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"Perhaps it’s best you just stick to knowing the difference between right and wrong and leaving the rest to us.” Prince.
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He sobbed, letting the words rush around his head. They all apologized, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. He let it happen anyways, it felt so good to get it out.

He hated it.

‘But it’s good to let emotions out! Healthy even!’ he told himself

‘Yeah, but you shouldn’t be feeling this way at all. What they said stung. and why did it sting? becase they don’t care. They should be fixing it and making things better.’ another part of him said.

‘But they are already trying to make it better! They caught their mistake and now they’re trying to fix it!’ he tried to reassure himself.

‘Not really. They’re not here now are they?’ Morlaity felt a sharp pain as he inhaled. That thought hurt.

But… but they were his friends how could they do that to him?

‘They’re human, they all make mistakes.’

But why did it hurt so much?

Morality sobbed clinging to the bed. His thoughts confusing him. Why couldn’t he just forget about it. He’s probably said a few hurtful things to the others once or twice and they forgave him.

“Patton?” he could hear a voice. He tried holding back a sob.

“Y-y-yeah.” He cursed himself for not keeping a straight voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he still couldn’t recognize the voice.

“I-I don’t kn-ow” Patton let out a sob. Why couldn’t he just forgive them? They probably felt guilty enough, he didn’t have to make it worse. He hated himself for not moving on.

He felt a dubious arm around him. Morality wanted contact so bad so he turned towards the owners chest and grabbed their jacket, sobbing.

“I’m here,” they said. It sounded awkward, but he could tell they meant it.

Patton kept sobbing letting his emotions have control. He felt their arms hesitantly move up and down his back as if it was foreign to him. Patton kept crying, as the owner got more comfortable hugging him. A little while after Patton calmed down he was surprised to hear  Anxiety speaking to him;

“Do you want a patt-on the back?” he asked. Patton giggled.

“Th-a-t was funny” Patton sniffled.

“Yeah, you used it on me once, except you literally jumped on me.” Anxiety answered.

“Yeah, I’m-I’m sorry about that.” Paton said, feeling guilty about that day.

“It’s alright, it could have been worse.” Anxiety hugged Patton closer.

They stayed quiet for a minute. Patton enjoyed the silence, sniffling once in awhile.

“Do-” Anxiety hesitated before continuing, “do you want to talk about it?”

Patton thought about it for a minute. It was a good idea to talk about his feelings.

“I just-i hate myself for feeling bad about the things you guys said, you already apologized, but I can’t seem to get over it.”

“Hey, take it easy on yourself. I’ve been holding onto what people say for years and I’m still not over it. Its barely been a day for you.” Anxiety said.

“Y-yeah, but-” He hiccupped, “but I’m-I’m the heart, I’m sup-post to forgive people easily.”

“You can still take your time. You have feelings after all. Sometimes it’s good to take your time. It lets others know that what they did wasn’t okay.” Anxiety answered. Patton sniffled, but smiled.

“When-when did you grow up to be so-so smart?” Patton asked.

“Since i was born.” Anxiety answered. Patton laughed.

“If you say so k-kido.” Patton smiled and looked up at Anxiety.

“Thanks for-for being here.” Patton said. Anxiety shrugged and continued rubbing Patton’s back. Patton sniffled for a while and leaned closer to Anxiety.

“Would you like to play with some goo?” Anxiety offered after a while. Morality lit up and nodded.
“I have some in my room- or do you want to stay in here?” Anxiety sounded a little hesitant.

“Can we stay in here?” Patton was nervous, he didn’t want to ruin the moment with Anxiety.
“It’s fine, but if you dare tell anyone i did this i will not be held accountable for the things i do.” Anxiety snarled.

“Aw you tease!” Patton answered before getting up to find his Goo, and Anxiety’s grey sand. He found them in his desk and brought it over to the little table he had set up in his room. He beckoned Anxiety over pointed at the sand he had brought and opened the can of his goo. Anxiety sighed but walked up to the table and sat text to him, rolling his eyes when Morality showing Anxiety his colorful goo, Morality pulled the goo and squeezed it together, smiling at the sticky feeling.

Anxiety rolled his eyes a few times, but he seemed to be enjoying his sand.

They didn’t do much talking, but they did enjoy each other’s presence.

The Truth Is For Wimps

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes (on wattpad)
Warnings: cursing, and sexual themes
A/N: Two in one day!! I have a lot of requests right now which is AMAZING but that means if you’ve requested something recently it might take awhile for me to write it. My inbox is still open though so don’t be shy!
Word Count: 1247

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“No! I’m not making out with Octavia!” Harper’s voice rang through the drop ship.

“Why not?” Jasper whined, “You chose dare now you have to follow through with it,” he pointed an accusing finger at her.

“It’s either that or you forfeit and have to chug an entire bottle of moonshine,” you told her.

“Y/N that’s not helping,” Harper’s reply was followed by a glare in your direction, you gave her a ‘what can ya do’ shrug. It was late at night, and everyone had gotten bored of the usual sitting around the campfire so you all decided to spice things up with a game of truth or dare. Mixing in a fresh batch of Monty’s moonshine and things were bound to get interesting.

“C’mon it’s just a kiss,” Octavia said before leaning over and pressing her lips to Harper’s. All of the boys had their eyes locked on the scene in front of them, while the girls (and Bellamy) just shook their heads disapprovingly. Your entire friend group was sat in a circle inside the drop ship: Monty, Jasper, Miller, Bellamy, Monroe, Harper, Octavia, Clarke, and someone had even convinced Murphy to join in. Everyone was having a blast, laughing, getting drunk, and coming up with weird questions or stupid a dares for the others to do.

“Okay, Y/N, truth or dare,” Harper asked as soon as Octavia pulled away trying to divert attention away from her blushing face.

“Truth,” you tell her before taking a drink.

“Ugh, lame!” Everyone choruses at your answer.

“Hey! I don’t want a repeat of last time we played. I had to lick Jasper’s goggles. He never cleans those things! I have no idea where they’ve been!” You tell tell them motioning to Jasper who just shrugs and rolls his eyes. Harper looks around the room waiting for an idea to strike her.

“Oh, I know!” She exclaims. “Y/N, out of every guy in this room, which one would you have sex with?” A smile graces her lips, she’s proud of her question.

“Hmmm, if I have to pick, I’d say… Murphy,” youtell them. Everyone gives you shocked looks and Murphy scoots closer to you.

“Wel Doll, ya know all you have to do is ask,” Murphy tells you while wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a wink. You roll your eyes and push his arm off of you.

“So, Jasper tru-” you get cut off before you can even finish your sentence.

“Wait, wait, wait! I want to know why you’d fuck Murphy out of all of us,” Monty interrupts you.

“Yeah, I got to admit I’m curious too,” Bellamy tells you taking a swig of his drink.

“Fine! I’ll explain myself,” you say while sitting up instead of resting against the wall. “Well, I didn’t choose Monty because we’re so close he’s basically my brother, and I don’t want to fuck my brother. It’s not Jasper because he’s not my type,” you look at him to see his face is pulled into a pout, “Sorry Hun I’m not into stoners. Bellamy, you’re really hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re overconfident and I don’t find that sexy. Miller– well Miller’s gay!” You end your spiel by throwing your hands into the air.

“Wait a minute, so I’m just your last option?” Murphy asks you, his voice holds a playful tone which is brought out by the alcohol coursing through him. You’re all plastered by this point in the night.

“Don’t look so upset, at least you’re getting laid at all!” Cries Jasper bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“Jasper, I’m not actually going to have sex with Murphy,” you explain to the drunken boy.

“Oh,” he says looking down at his lap sadly.

“Don’t sound so sure of yourself Doll, I can be very persuasive,” Murphy whispers in your ear while placing his hand on your thigh. All you do is roll your eyes, making no move to remove his hand.

“Can we get back to the game now?” You ask everyone, your question is followed by a chorus of yeses. “Clarke, truth or dare?” Clarke downs the rest of her drink before looking up at you.

“Dare,” she says with a determined glint in her eye.

“Well, let’s see, what can I make the princess do?” You tap your chin in thought– it doesn’t take long for an idea to pop into your head. “I dare you to take Monroe’s bra off.” Clarke takes a deep breath before crawling over to Monroe and unclasping her bra and then pulling the straps down her shoulders, eventually taking it out from under her shirt. She holds the bra up in the air as if it’s a trophy and then returns to her seat next to Bellamy.

“Murphy, truth or dare?” Clarke asks him. She has a suspicious glint in her eye and you know she’s planning something.

“Dare, I’m not a wimp,” Murphy squeezes your leg when he says that.

“I dare you to give Y/N a lap dance.”

So that’s the devious deed she had in mind. You look over at Murphy expectantly, waiting to see if he’d actually do it or not. Surprisingly he stands up and offers you his hand. You raise an eyebrow at him as you let him pull you up and over to a chair. It’s obvious Murphy is totally wasted, there’s no way he would ever do this sober. A laugh escapes your lips once he starts to do a strip tease– slowly taking off his jacket and lifting his shirt up so you can see his stomach. As he moves closer to you he’s doing body rolls and thrusting his hips while pointing at you. The next thing you know he’s on your lap, grinding down on you and all you can do is throw your head back in a loud laugh. Once Murphy has deemed the dance over you both head back over to the group who is laughing their asses off at what they just witnessed.

“Hey, don’t laugh I know you all secretly wish that was you,” Murphy slurs at them.

“Okay well I think Murphy’s had enough fun for tonight. C’mon let’s get you back to your tent,” you support Murphy as you try to walk him back to his tent which is luckily close by. When you finally get him in he’s already half asleep. Sighing you take off his shoes and socks, then tuck him into bed.

“Wait,” you hear Murphy faintly say as you get up to leave, “stay?” He asks you.

You look over your shoulder at him, he seems so vulnerable, so unlike the Murphy that everyone thinks he is. The rude, sarcastic Murphy can’t be found when you look at him now, he’s been replaced by someone who just needs a friend. Someone who just wants somebody to care about him. So, you nod and get under the covers. You cuddle into his side, his arms are wrapped around you as your head lies on his chest. You drift off to sleep, soothed by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

In the morning the two of you will wake up with pounding headaches and far away memories of a very hilarious lap dance. Sadly, the drunk carefree Murphy will have disappeared only for the asshole to take his spot again. But maybe, just maybe you can bring out that side of him when he’s sober.

Good Girl Ch 14: Bedtime

“Please.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head, “Absolutely not.”

“But Daddy!” I whine as the owl boy takes the dishes out of my hands. Feeling like a child I pout as him and the others stop my attempts to help clear off the table or do the dishes.

“Babies can’t do big kid things like this,” Suho teases as he walks past me with more dishes.

“But I want to help.”

“Come over here baby,” Chen calls me over to where he is standing in front of the sink, his hands are to washing the heavy copper bowls. He stops for a minute and dries his hands before lifting me up on to the counter next to the sink. He hands me one of the bowls and a towel to dry it. Tao comes over and takes the bowl from me to put it away. This continues until all the dishes are washed and put away. Xiumin comes in to the kitchen finally, dressed in an almost matching out fit to mine, and a towel around his neck. He sees me on the counter and quickly takes the place in between my legs, his arms go around my waist.

When I realize his hair is still wet I take the towel from around his neck and dry his hair for him, something that he very much enjoys. I’m too distracted with a very cute kitty to notice the glaring group of men around us.

“Baby,” Suho gets my attention, “I think it’s time for you to take a bath.”

“A bath?” I question, I haven’t taken a bath in years and to be completely honest, it sounds amazing.

“Yea, a nice bubble bath before bed.”

I nod, “Sounds good to me.”

“Good, who do you want to wash you?”

The question catches me off guard, “Wash me?”

“Yes, you are a baby, you don’t expect us to let you bathe alone do you?”

I laugh, “I have showered alone since I was like five, I can do it.”

“Baby,” Xiumin warns, “Don’t question us, just answer the question. Who do you want to wash you?”

I scan the group of men, “Kyungsoo.”

“And to get you dressed?” I open my mouth to ask, yet again, if that is really necessary but Xiumin’s hard stare makes me keep it to myself.

“Baekhyunnie,” The puppy like man cheers cutely.

“And who do you want to sleep with, that is if you want to sleep with someone?”

I hesitate answering that for a minute, “Do you mean sleep with, or, um?”

They laugh at my awkward innocence, “Sleep next to.”

“Then, um, Luhan.”

“Really?” Luhan pops up next to me with a big smile on his face. I nod.

“That’s unfair,” Kai pouts along with Tao and Chanyeol.

“You guys can do it tomorrow,” Suho reminds them.

“Can Chenchen do my hair?”

Chen smiles softly at me, “Of course baby.”

“Now time for a bath!” Kyungsoo claps his hands together and beams at me. Xiumin tightens his grip on me, burrowing his face into my chest.

“Let go hyung,” Luhan swats at the other, “You’ve gotten to spend too much time with her today already.”

“Ugh, fine,” Xiumin grumbles, “But first,” He quickly gives me a peck before running off.

“That chipmunk looking little shit,” Kris growls as he takes after him, followed by Tao, Kai, and Chanyeol. I just sit there for a moment, Kyungsoo comes over to me and helps me down off the counter.

“Come on baby,” He pulls me along into my own bathroom. I sit down on the toilet seat as he gets the bath ready, making sure the water isn’t too cold or too hot. When it’s ready I’m a bit bashful at the idea of taking my clothes off in front of yet another boy but I don’t have to think about it for long. Kyungsoo comes over and pulls my t-shirt over my head without hesitation. I allow him to do whatever, not questioning it when he pulls down my pants and underwear in one motion and asks me to step out of them. My hands are over my chest as I stand there, slightly shivering; Kyungsoo’s eyes rake up and down my body.

My cheeks burn, being naked in front of them is definitely something I’m going to have to get used to but for it only being my third time, I’m completely embarrassed. Kyungsoo shakes his dazed look away and helps me into the large bath filled with bubbles. I can’t hide my excitement for taking a bubble bath in such a perfect bathtub; I know it sounds kind of weird but this bathroom is built for a princess. I slip into the water so my chest is fully covered as Kyungsoo reaches into the bathroom closet for a towel, a stool, and a rag.

“Sorry to ask this again,” I mumble as I stare down at my hands playing with the bubbles, “But do you really need to wash me?”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want to, can I at least wash your back?” He gives me a small smile.

I nod.

“But first how about you just enjoy sitting here for awhile,” He scoops up a handful of bubbles and blows them at me, making me giggle. “So how was school?”

“It was fine,” I shrug, “It’s school.”

He nods in understanding, “Only one more year and you are done.”

“But after that is university so that is four more years at least,” I grimace at the thought.

“College isn’t required.”

I scoff, “Tell that to the rest of the world. How am I supposed to get a good job without an education?”

“Don’t worry about that, your daddies will take care of you,” He brushes a few stray locks out of my face.

“Take care of me,” I echo. That is never something I’ve been fond of, the idea of someone taking care of me while I do nothing. Though I have a good family, I’ve always been a loner, taking care of myself. I’ve never had so many people looking after me, making sure I ate, that I’m safe; as much as I thought I would hate being constantly watched over and taken care of, I love it when it’s these guys.

“Can I ask you something?” Again, I’m staring down at my hands.

He hums a yes as he twirls his hand around in the water.

“Why, um, how long, um, this whole daddy thing?” I struggle to find the right words to ask the question that I’ve been wondering.

“Are you trying to ask why we like it when you call us daddy?” He guides my chin up so I’m looking at him.

“Yea.”

“I’m not really sure either. I think we all just have this weird thing in us when we see someone small and cute like you we just have this automatic reaction to do something. To hold you, to have you, to protect you.”

“Have there been other girls like me?”

He pauses for a minute, “Yes and no. There have been one or two who have caught someone’s eye but never all of us. Others have called us daddy during sex and it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not the same as when you did it the first time. You, our little baby, are very different from those girls. We are, as you said it, attached to you. You don’t run away from us or flinch when we touch you, something that never happens, especially after how we met. Those girls would pretend to like us to get away so they didn’t last long.”

“How long do you think you will keep me?”

He shakes his head, “Lets not talk about this baby anymore, I’m pretty sure there are lot more things we could talk about.”

“But-“ He automatically cuts me off.

“I said no more,” His tone is firm. I nod.

“Sorry.”

It’s quiet for a couple minutes before he just takes my hair down and starts washing it for me. Neither of us says anything as he washes it, he uses a cup to wash the suds out, and I just allow him to do as he wishes.

“Daddy,” I say softly, tired of his silent treatment.

He hums a yes.

“Are you mad at me?”

I freeze when he stops what he is doing to come forward and look me in the eye, “I’m not mad baby, I’m just…” He stops to try and find the right words, “I just don’t want to think about you leaving us. Regardless of how long we have known you, we like you, we really like you. The fact that any of us would kill someone for even looking at you the wrong way is something I’ve never seen. I can’t imagine what would happen if someone came and took you from us. So baby please relax for now, lets not talk about this?”

I just stare at him for a minute, watching his sad face before I find myself reaching out and pulling him closer for a kiss. This kiss is different then all the other ones I’ve had with the other boys, it’s not a peck or a make out session. It’s just a kiss filled with all the things these boys make me feel: warmth, love, that little tingle they give me. When I pull away Kyungsoo opens his large eyes slightly.

“Thank you for being so honest with me.”

There is a knock on the door before he can respond, followed by Baekhyun and Chen demanding that I be released. Kyungsoo glares at the door before grabbing the large fluffy pink towel, that he took out earlier, and holding it open for me. I stand up and happily let him wrap it around me, enjoying when he hugs me during the process. Though I’m caught off guard when he kisses me, feeling the same warmth from the other one, before opening the door to reveal Chen and Baekhyun with childish grins on their faces.

“It’s about time,” Baekhyun snatches me away from the younger boy.

“I’ll see you before you go to bed,” Kyungsoo completely ignores them as he kisses my forehead before heading out.

“Come on baby,” Baekhyun pulls me into my closet, “lets get you dressed before you catch a cold.” He sits me down in the chair as he slides around my closet making a show of digging threw the clothes, I can’t help but laugh. When he finds one he likes he holds it up as if he is recreating the lion king and he revealing the baby lion to the world. As he continues his search he comes a bit more bashful, something I find adorable, but once I realize why, I blush. He comes up to me holding a cute pink night gown with ruffles on the chest and some new underwear.

We are both a bit awkward when he stands me up and hesitantly reaches for my towel. It weirdly comforting not being the only awkward one when my towel drops to the floor, But he helps me get dressed, clasping my bra for me and putting the pajamas over my head and letting it fall around me. I’m thankful when he lets me put my underwear on myself.

“Did you have fun with Kyungsoo?” He asks as he leads me back out of the closet to the same ottoman I was sitting on this morning, Chen is sitting there waiting with a smile on his face. He has another towel in his hands that he uses to dry my hair a bit.

“Yea,” I hesitate on whether or not I should tell them what we talked about, “He was very talkative.”

Baekhyun scoffs as he sprawls out on the bed, “Wow, he must really like you.”

I nod, “That’s what he says.” Chen starts brushing my hair but stops the minute the brush gets caught on a knot. “Just keep pulling, it’s going to be snarly.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” The older man panics.

I laugh, “It’s fine..”

He tires again, tensing every time he catches on a knot and has to pull harder, resulting in my head going back a little. “You’ll tell me if it hurts too much right?”

“Daddy Chen,” I was going to try to sound serious but that automatically turned me into a child, “I said it’s fine. I’ve had my hair pulled before, it happens when you have siblings. You tend to fight,” I laugh thinking about childhood memories, even though they weren’t the greatest at the time, they are funny looking back at them.

“Did they hit you?” Chen deadpans. He stops moving behind me, I look back to see both Chen and Baekhyun staring at each other with a chilling gaze.

“No, it’s not that bad. It wasn’t like they ripped the hair out, well some times it happened, but it happens to everyone, you guys must fight right?” I give them a smile but they don’t even look at me.

“Baby,” Chen says after a minute, he finally looks down at me. His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it softly, I lean into his touch. “You would tell us if someone hurt you right? Because if you are afraid that they might hurt you again, know that they won’t. We won’t let anyone hurt our baby, so if anyone bothers you, or has bothered you, tell us. Understand?”

Their intense focus on me makes me gulp, “Yes.”

“Good.” He continues combing my hair, completely drying it when he is done.

“All done,” Baekhyun coos as he comes around the bed to me, his playfulness has returned full force.

“Now what?” I question as I look from boy to boy.

“Technically we are supposed to bring you to the living room to hang out for awhile.”

“Dressed in this?” I look down at the cute but still pretty skimpy night gown that ends just below my butt.

Chen nods, “You look cute.”

“Can I at least put on some shorts?”

“You don’t like how daddy dressed you?” Baekhyun raises his brow at me.

I shake my head, “That not it, it’s just that it’s cold and as cute as this is, it isn’t something I should wear around, only to bed.”

“Fine,” Baekhyun pouts as he wanders back into the closet to find some pants, I’m guessing. He comes back a few minutes later with a pair of sweat pants I was wearing earlier but these are gray. I smile as he helps me put them on, thankful for the warmth and coverage.

“Better?” Chen asks when he notices how I brighten up.

I nod, “Yes, thank you guys.”

“Lets go before they send a search party after us,” He pulls me out of the room and down the hall, Baekhyun trailing after us.

“It’s about time,” Chanyeol whines when we walk into the room. They are all sprawled around room, on the floor or the couch. I look to see what they had all been focused on before we came into the room, to see a massive TV on the stand that was not there before, well the stand was but not the TV. There are a bunch of movie covers on the screen, most of them I realize are scary movies, great.

“That wasn’t there before,” I point to the TV.

“It goes down into the stand,” Suho explains.

“What’s up with those pajamas Hyung?” Tao whines when he scans me.

Baekhyun gives me a once over, “Were you expecting me to let her run around in just a nighty when it’s freezing out side?” Chen and I just chuckle.

“Come sit down,” Tao pats the spot next to him, Kris nods enthusiastically at the idea of me sitting in between them. But that enthusiasm is killed when Chen leads me over and takes the spot on my right with Tao on my left.

“Are we going to watch a movie?” I look to Suho, who is in control of the clicker.

He nods, “Are you okay with scary movies?”

“Um, not really.”

“See Hyung, I told you our little baby is too little of scary movies,” Tao sticks his tongue out at the older, earning himself a swat.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chen wraps an arm around my shoulders and holds me close, “I’m here if you get scared.”

“Me too,” Tao says faking confidents.

“I bet you, you’ll start crying before she even gets scared,” Xiumin teases from the floor. He starts crawling toward me but is cut off by Lay who takes the spot on the floor in front of me, hooking my legs over his shoulders, still facing he TV.

“Ya!” The oldest whines.

Lay scowls at the oldest, “You get her too much.” Xiumin pouts as he crawls back to where he was before and collapses on the floor.

“Are you ready?” Suho looks at me.

I just nod, my arms snake around a smirking Chen. Kris snickers on this other side.

I hate horror movies, Jihyo has loved them ever since we were young but I’m too much of a chicken to even watch the previews. They always give me nightmares, that is if I can even get myself to fall asleep after them. But right now, I feel more comfort in watching it knowing I won’t be sleeping alone tonight, or for awhile if they have anything to say about it, not that I would disagree. Chen doesn’t jump or even falter his amused smirk threw out the whole movie, something comforts and annoys me. Tao on the other hand is just precious, I wish I were braver so I could hold him but I’m far too scared by the creepy ghost girl to unlatch myself from Chen. The others aren’t as scared as me but only Xiumin and Chen are able to say that they aren’t.

As the movie finally begins I burrow myself deeper into Chen’s hold, Tao is behind me with this face buried in my back. I can’t even get myself to look when all the ghost start to appear but Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s yelling give me a pretty good idea of what is going on. When it is over I can barely convince myself to let go of Chen and that is only for a moment so I can hold on to Luhan.

“Are you ready to go to bed baby?” Luhan asks when I’m situated with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.

I nod, actually feeling pretty tired even though I had two naps today.

“Did you get scared?” Xiumin ask when he comes over, he strokes my head softly.

“Not as scared at daddy Tao,” I tease the older boy who is still curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” Tao pouts at me.

They chuckle, “Everyone say good night before I take her to bed.”

“Night baby,” Xiumin kisses the top of my head.

“See you in the morning,” Suho does the same.

Kris is next, “Tomorrow, you are with me,” He decides.

“What if she wants me?” Kai comes up next, another kiss, “Night.”

“I don’t know Hyung,” Sehun teases, “I think I might be next. Right baby girl?”

I laugh at their antics, but Chen gets annoyed and pushes them out of way, “Sleep tight baby.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me? We can be scared together,” Tao pouts cutely, but is kicked away by Luhan.

“Don’t you try to steal her from me,” Luhan growls.

“Hyung calm down so I can say good night,” Kyungsoo comes over. He kisses my forehead softly, “Have sweet dreams baby.”

“I can’t wait to get you tomorrow!” Chanyeol sings as he comes over, Of curse Baekhyun is far behind singing the same thing. They each kiss my head and head on their way.

Lay is last, “Sorry you got so scared baby.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“Have a good night baby, I’ll see you in the morning.” I nod.

Luhan easily carries me through the house to his room. He sets me down on the edge of the bed before telling me he is going to go change. I sit there patiently until he comes back in nothing but sweat pants, my face goes red at the sight of his perfect body.

“Are you ready to go to bed?”

“Um, I just need to go to the bathroom quick,” He nods and gestures to the only door that hasn’t been opened. I quickly make my way there and do my business, leaving my pants off. Going back into the room, I freeze, greeted by only darkness I think back to the movie and automatically get scared. I frantically reach back for the bathroom light but I can’t find it, god why am I such a chicken? Without another thought I call out, “Daddy?”

“What’s wrong baby?” Luhan responds right away, I’m guess by the direction of his voice he is in bed.

“It’s so dark, I can’t see a thing,” I walk like an idiot with my hands out in front of me.

“I’m over here,” His voice seems closer.

When I touch the bed I let out a sigh of relief, but almost scream when someone grabs my wrist. I should know it’s Luhan but my mind doesn’t work like that after a scary movie, in my head it’s that creepy little girl. But my anxiety is put to rest when Luhan pulls me into bed and wraps himself around me.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry, Daddys’ got you.”

Imagine Seth meeting his imprint. (Part 2)

SETH’S POV

It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. Jacob and his romantic bullshit. Your balls were testament to the fact that it’s completely different. Y/N brought you to your knees literally and figuratively. It’s more like being caught up in a hurricane. It’s majestic. She is majestic. You feel the awe and the respect when you face her and then you see the beautiful chaos she leaves behind, all the more reason to respect her. 

“Would you stop that? It wasn’t on purpose man” Jacob was right across the room glaring at Y/N and it was making you twitchy. 

“All this could have been avoided if someone hadn’t stolen my bike especially when that someone doesn’t know how to treat my baby” Collective groans could be heard across the room. All the pack members were present. The news of you finding your imprint had spread like wildfire from the first call you made. And everyone flinched the first time they saw who it was.

“Jacob I borrowed your bike. I asked you and you said yes Y/N of course you can take it” 

“What?! I don’t remember-”

“That would have been the conversation we would have had if I had asked you, either way you were going to give me the deathtrap. Stop your bitching” 

“Deathtrap? Did I hear you correctly?” You were already in front of Jacob before he had even decided to take a step. 

“She is right Jacob” You lean in so that only he could hear you “And back the fuck off. It’s not even been a day that I found her. Control is not my forte right now” 

Jacob had his hands up moving away from the scene. Sometimes your pack had a tendency to forget you were still young. Being all powerful and perfect had their disadvantages. 

You sigh and lean against the sofa where Y/N was resting. Dr. Cullen would be here any minute. Which better doctor than someone who has practiced for years and years on stretch. Only the best for my Y/N. 

SETH’S IMPRINT POV

The crowd was making you angsty. Every now and then you would catch someone gawking staring at you. As if in disbelief and then some would even pat Seth on his back. There was something going on here which everyone except you were aware about. And Seth was a distraction. You were hyperaware when he was nearby and when he wasn’t you felt a sense of loss. You were trying your hardest not to stare at him. It wasn’t just in appreciation of his perfect features and his beautiful six pack abs. No it was like finding something finally after such a long search that you were afraid to take your eyes off in fear of losing it. 

“Give her some space guys. Your stares aren’t even subtle and none of you were invited here in the first place” Seth was almost reading your mind. It was scarier than the crash. 

Just then there was a knock on the door and the crowd parted to let the doctor through. His kind and also handsome face wasn’t enough to distract you from imagining all the pain you were going to be in. Some called your fear of doctors and hospitals irrational. Well you weren’t a rational being in the first place.

You sat there stiffly trying to prepare yourself. The doctor introduced himself as Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You were somewhat aware of the Cullen family. They may not stay on the reservation but they were well talked about. 

“You know what doc? I think I’m feeling fine.” You suck in a breath and shift a little to get the fuck away only to have his cold touch stop you. 

“This won’t take much time Y/N. You will just make it worse and be stuck with me for a little longer” Ugh, you hated when people were right. You scrunch your face and lay back accepting defeat. 

Fortunately when Dr. Cullen was fixing you up there was only Seth in the room and Embry was called in after awhile cause you accidentally smacked the good doctor in the face. Cleaning wounds were no joke. It’s not like you purposely wanted to hit the doctor with your functioning leg for torturing you. Seth refused to leave your hand through everything. When the pain got too much for you, he would distract you with his touch or his wit. 

After an eternity, the doctor was done. You had a cast for broken ankle and you were freaking exhausted. Seth was seeing the doctor out, this was your chance to get out of his hair. 

“Emily” You try to call her. “EMILLLY” You nearly screamed. That should do the work. 

“What..what? Are you hurting? Dr. Cullen said you can’t take another painkiller for a few hours Y/N”

“Shh.. no listen. You have to take me back. I mean we have practically spent all day at this house. Here help me get up” You snatch her hand dragging her closer and use her as your clutch. Albeit a reluctant one. You had to get out of here before your feelings for Seth developed anymore than they were now it would be one sticky situation. 

“Y/N I don’t think you should be moving” Emily’s voice was strained. Honestly you were a little insulted, you were light as a damn feather. 

“What are you guys doing?!” Seth’s voice startled us. And because it’s you and not anyone else, the fates weren’t done fucking with you today. You lost your balance and Em couldn’t help you despite your light as a feather weight. Thankfully Seth had spidey senses because he was there right against your side holding your dead weight. 

“You are going to be the death of me Y/N I swear” His hands were shaking and his heart was beating so fast you could feel it against your palm. 

“I’m sorry, Seth. I will be out of your hair in a few minutes. Just help me till Em’s car”

“You are not leaving. I mean you can stay here and rest. It’s going to be hectic at Em’s place.” His arms were around you gently lifting you up. 

“I’m not going to be your burden anymore” You said as you tried not to melt in his arms. 

“Y/N, stay here for a few days. You will not stay still if you are at my place.” Emily chirped in. Clearly she did not read the best friend memo.

“Just following doctors order” You could feel Seth genuinely wanted you to not leave. This was all so confusing but you had reached your limit for today. 

“Fiiiine I will stay for awhile” You let Seth carry you to the guest room where he laid you down on the bed. He stayed for awhile touching your face like he was mesmerised by you. In that drowsy state of your mind you realised a few things. First, Seth had spidey senses. Second, there was a part of him and you didn’t know how potent that part might be that had feelings for you. And third, you were going to unconditionally and irrevocably screw up this whole thing. [Part 1]

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon choupinette. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. 


Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.

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What?

Note: It’s been forever and a half since I’ve written, I’m sorry. Deadlines are kicking my ass, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. Buuuuut, enjoy this super long Daveed fic! 

Word Count: 3222

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, getting drunk

AU: Roommate

“Daveed, get your ass up! It’s Tuesday!” You yelled, hitting your roommate with a pillow, trying to wake him up.

He groaned, turning over to cover his head with his arms.

“It’s my day off, Y/N, it’s too early for this shit.” His voice sounded muffled due to him laying in the bed facefirst.

“No,” you whined, “you’re my running buddy. I wanted to go on a run before the streets get busy.”

“The streets are always busy. Let me sleep.” He stated turning towards you, and cracking one eye open.

“Shut up.” You said, hitting him with a pillow again, causing some feathers to fall out of it.

“Ow,” Daveed groaned. “What the fuck, Y/N? Chill. What did I ever do to you?”

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Chan crushing on you !! // scenario

Originally posted by leecnah

A bullet-point scenario starring Lee Chan/Dino !!

Feel free to request scenarios and reactions on my page :)


- Chan has grown up so much since his predebut days

- he isn’t a lil baby anymore and I CHOKE EVERY TIME I SAY THAT ISTG

- he’s become so mature and intelligent and sassy (courtesy of seungkwan) and charming and

- damnit

- he’s not even the same Chan we started out with in the Adore U era

- his growth over the past few years is just c r a z y

- BUT EVERYONE STILL TREATS HIM LIKE THE FAMILY FETUS LOL

- a lot of times I sense that Chan doesn’t wanna labeled “the group baby”

- and he definitely wouldn’t want to have this kind of “baby reputation” when he’s trying to go after a girl he likes

- because oh man when Chan starts crushing on someone and the members find out

- he’ll be babied a whole lot more than he already is sorry chan

- let’s get right into the scenario :D

- the first day of your internship at pledis, you’re introduced to the group you’ll be working under

- seventeen !!!!

- and during your personal introduction, you can’t help but notice all the members acting…

- strange

- is it something I’m saying? My accent? Is there something on my face??? you think to yourself

- you’re so confused

- but after some more observations, you notice one thing

- the members keep on looking at one specific member

- and the ones who are right next to him are constantly nudging his arm

- the targeted guy’s face is stolid, but it breaks every once in awhile when he tells the other members to knock off their nonsense

- after you finish your own introductions, the seventeen members begin introducing themselves individually

- and the guy that everyone was bothering during your introduction eventually steps up to introduce himself

- “Hi, I’m Dino. Nice to meet you,” he says sweetly

- his brief sentence is followed up by quiet laughter and finger-poking at the poor boy

- “stop it,” he whispers to the others

- you don’t get it

- were they poking fun at him because of you

- and if they were, why??? why you?

- after your introductions, one member agrees to take you on a mini tour of the company building

- “hi, I’m Jeonghan,” he greets you

- you greet him with a hello and your name before you begin a conversation as you walk through your tour

- you guys get along comfortably, and by the end of the tour, the both of you are practically conversing the way best friends would

- as he leads you to building exit to end the day, he asks you

- “y/n, I know this is really random, but did you happen to see any of us members around the building when you first arrived today?”

- you don’t recall seeing anyone so you reply

- “I don’t think so, why?”

- “ah nothing,” he smiles but it appears he’s holding back a laugh. “I was just wondering…”

- did that have to do with the way Dino was treated earlier?

- you shrug it off for a little and head home after exchanging goodbyes with that nice tour guide

- but at night you can’t help but think of what happened earlier again

- even though you don’t know what all the fuss was with Dino and the other members

- it’s bothering you

- what did you do? was it even your fault? or was it his?

- you tell yourself to forget about it and start off clean on the first official day of work tomorrow

- when you report to the company building the next day, everything goes the way your internship advisor has said it would go

- you pick up your to-do list from your boss’s office and go off to wherever you feel like doing your work in the building

- and after spending a lot of time trying to find vacant places to work, you finally find the practice room to be empty

- you find it kind of weird because lol aren’t there a lot of groups under pledis that practice daily???

- but you go with it bc you’re not complaining

- it’s a nice room :D

- wElp s0rry, you were kinda right earlier when you said artists need to practice there because GUESS WHO DECIDES TO WALK IN THE SECOND YOU GET SETTLED

- “Oh, hello, y/n,” Dino greets you with a bow

- you do the same for him, but you can’t help but feel kind of awkward as he drops his backpack by the sound booth right next to your workplace and gets settled into the room

- “I hope you don’t mind if I play songs on the sound system for practice right now?” he asks you

- “oh it’s okay,” you reply. “I usually like to have a little bit of music playing while I work on things anyways.”

- “okay!” he replies cheerfully. “Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

- aw this guy is so… nice?

- “thank you, Dino,” you smile

- “oh no, please call me Chan,” he laughs shyly. “I mean… Dino, Chan, it’s up to you, really.”

- “okay Chan,” you smile at your paperwork and get started with your tasks

- he smiles as he starts playing the first song

- you don’t know this but Chan gets this warm feeling in his chest when he hears your voice chime his real name for the first time

- ahgghh I can’t let the hyungs think they’re right, he thinks to himself

- promise yourself now, Chan, that you won’t end up liking this girl

- I mean pshh this is only your second time seeing her

- that weird thing in your chest can’t be anything significant

- right?

- lmao just wait, Chan

- so the both of you are pretty much silent in the practice room

- well besides the music playing in the background

- there’s no conversation

- it’s just you working on paperwork and Chan working on choreography

- from where you are sitting, you can see Chan’s phone hooked up to the speaker system on the sound booth

- and whenever you got curious as to what a certain song’s title was, you’d peek over from your desk to see his phone screen

- after awhile, you notice his phone practically blowing up with messages

- since the phone is so close to you, your eyes can’t help but read a few of them:

- Seungkwan: “tryna show off your dancing skills to the girl, hUH”

- Seungcheol: “I see you, Channie ;)”

- Minghao: “yo I didn’t think you’d actually like her, but I guess you do since you’re literally practicing dancing in the same room she’s working in on purpose”

- Jeonghan: “EY AEGI (baby in korean) GO GET ITTTTT~”

- you blush a little at the messages

- it was pretty obvious

- they couldn’t be talking about anyone else but you

- you look out the windows and doors and see if anyone’s peeking into the practice room, but there’s no one

- are they hiding or something?

- how did they know we’re in the same room?

- and does Chan… like me???

- you want to tell Chan that his phone is exploding with messages, but you don’t want to seem nosy

- so you sit quietly and continue your work

- but ofc Chan, being a little self-conscious around the new intern, glances back at you every now and then while he’s practicing

- he catches you looking at his phone

- “hey, is something wrong?”

- “OH nothing nothing!!” you panic and revert your eyes back to your papers. “I’m just… checking out the song titles, that’s all.”

- you technically weren’t lying because you had been checking the titles earlier, but you only told half of the truth so you’re still kinda guilty LOL

- but Chan believes you and flashes you another cute smile before continuing his practice

- you finish your work, and the both of you say goodbye before parting ways

- Chan decides to take a look at his phone after you leave

- and his mouth drops at the sight of all the messages the members spammed him with

- and they we’re all obviously about you

- he’s pretty sure you saw these messages too since they were sent awhile ago rip

- WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GOTTA PICK ON ME AT THE WORST TIMES, Chan would think as he covers his face with a hand

- he informs the members about this on the svt group chat

- Chan: “GUYS WHAT THE HELL”

- Jeonghan: “Oh is lil aegi mad?”

- Mingyu: “dude what’s with the angry text?”

- Chan: “WHY WERE YOU ALL SPAMMING MY PHONE”

- Chan: “AND POINTING OUT Y/N”

- Mingyu: “because we all know you got a little crush on her lmao”

- Chan: “BUT YOU GUYS”

- Chan: “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND”

- Joshua: “wdym”

- Seungkwan: “yeah calm down. it’s not like she saw them”

- Seungkwan: “right?”

- Chan: “…”

- Seungcheol: “shit”

- Hansol: “oh my god we’re sorry, Chan”

- Seokmin: “LMAO DID SHE REALLY SEE THEM?”

- Minghao: “lol guys we really fucked it up”

- Chan: “yes she was looking at my phone and she said she was looking at the song titles, but now I think she was lying”

- Junhui: “oh yeah she was definitely lying then”

- Junhui: “If I were her, I’d be more interested in those juicy texts than some song title”

- Chan: “I hate all of you”

- Jeonghan: “wait Chan”

- Chan puts away his phone and flushes red in anger and embarrassment

- he doesn’t wanna care about what happened because he doesn’t have any concrete feelings for you

- but at the same time he cares a lot because now it’s gonna be very awkward between you two

- what are you supposed to think of Chan after seeing those messages?

- a part of him wants to hide from you for the rest of his life

- but luckily, his mature side takes over and makes the decision to talk it out with you the next time you guys bump into each other

- a day or two later, Chan spots you in the hallway

- and he finds himself walking toward you

- here we go, the both of you think simultaneously at the sight of each other

- “hey y/n,” Chan greets you

- “hi Chan.”

- silence follows

- “look, about the other day… ugh I hate to be like this with you but… were you really looking at the song titles when I asked?” he gets into the questions right away

- you know exactly was he’s talking about, and you know you would feel guilty if you pretended to not know

- “oh, well yeah I was checking for the titles at first, but then… you got a few texts and-”

- “I know, I just want to apologize for… those,” he looks down to avoid your eyes

- “It’s okay! I know what it feels like to be in that kind of position where your friends constantly bug you about a specific person,” you explain sympathetically. Chan looks up at you again

- “oh, really?” he smiles. Wow, she actually understands me…

- you nod. “Yeah, I get it.”

- Chan sighs in relief

- “Maybe we should start again?” you suggest

- you hold out a hand and the both of you reintroduce each other with a handshake

- Chan would be so freaking happy when he clears that all up with you

- he’ll probably hit up the group chat again

- Chan: “I’m sorry for getting mad the other day”

- Mingyu: “now you come crawling back huh”

- Seungcheol: “hey he’s apologizing, just take it”

- Joshua: “no we should be apologizing, Chan. we went a little too crazy with the spam the other day and we’re sorry”

- Seokmin: “none of this would’ve happened tho if Chan hadn’t said y/n looked pretty when he saw her walking into the building on her first day”

- Hansol: “lol”

- Jeonghan: “SEOKMIN STOP”

- Minghao: “he’s kinda right tho, it all started there”

- Chan: “wow I come back to apologize and this is what I get”

- Seungkwan: “Seungcheol: hey chan, did the new intern walk in yet?

- Seungkwan: “Chan: I dunno, maybe. I just saw a pretty girl walking into the building a few minutes ago

- Seungkwan: “everyone else in svt: OOOHHH DID CHAN JUST CALL A GIRL PRETTY???

- Seungkwan: “Chan: WAIT NO I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY- BUT- HADKGFJS. STOOOP.

- Jeonghan: “SEUNGKWAN, RECAPPING THE MOMENT THAT STARTED ALL OF THIS ISN’T HELPING RN”

- Seungkwan: “ok I’m sorry”

- Chan: “it’s okay we made up. I explained everything”

- Wonwoo: “so are you guys friends now?”

- Chan: “I guess???”

- Mingyu: “:3:3:3:3:3″

- Soonyoung: “my boy”

- Minghao: “we all know you want more than that though”

- Chan: “bye I regret coming back to this group chat”

- Seungcheol: “NEXT PERSON TO ATTACK CHAN HAS TO CLEAN ALL THE LAUNDRY, YOU HEAR ME??”

- with this new, clean slate, Chan would feel so confident about initiating conversations with you and joining you at work for mini hangouts

- and tbh he wouldn’t even notice that he’s been developing a legitimate crush on you unless another member talks to him about it

- maybe Soonyoung because he’s got the cutest hyung-dongsaeng relationship with Chan :’)

- you’d be hanging out with Chan in the practice room again when Soonyoung comes in to get ready for the performance team practice coming up in a few minutes

- knowing their schedule, you say your goodbyes before leaving the two dancers alone in the room

- Soonyoung turns to Chan and grins as soon as you close the door and depart

- “Chan, admit it. You like her.”

- “no no, I’d never-” the maknae shakes his head in denial but Soonyoung interrupts his sentence

- “then tell me why you’re always hanging out with her.”

- “I mean is it wrong to hang out with friends??”

- “there’s nothing wrong with ‘hanging out with friends’ but there’s a difference between that and constantly talking to a single person 24/7.”

- “what? What are you talking about?”

- “I see you texting y/n on your phone all the time, and as soon as she gets to the building for work, you guys meet up and hang out for hours.”

- “She’s not objecting to any of it though…” Chan shrugs and hides a smile

- “YEAH EXACTLY. So don’t give me that ‘I don’t have feelings for her’ bullshit because I won’t believe you,” Soonyoung narrows his eyes at Chan and shakes his head

- “okay fine,” Chan blushes. “Maybe I kind of like her…”

- “kind of??? Dude, you’re so whipped for this girl.

- so Chan accepts his feelings for you

- luckily, the way he’ll act around you won’t be too different from the way he treated you before

- except he’d be smiling a whole lot more when he’s with you

- it’s just because he can’t believe how lucky he is to be this close to his crush I’m crying how pure :’)

- the only other difference in hanging out with him while he has a crush on you would be ALL OF THE BABYING FROM HIS HYUNGS OMF

- you’d be having such a great time JUST with Chan, but then some member like Junhui would walk in and think it’s a f a n t a s t i c day to run over to Chan and pinch his cheeks to embarrass him

- “JUN HYUNG, PLEASE NO,” Chan would plead constantly

- his face would be heating up and you’d be there laughing at how funny his hyungs can be

- Chan would probably be annoyed every time this happens, but he’ll get used to it eventually sorry Chan pt.2

- tbh he wouldn’t really think of confessing because he’d love how perfect your friendship is with him the way its, and he wouldn’t want to ruin it

- so if anything, the confession would be by accident

- and ofc what kind of confession would it be without the help of his lovely, supportive hyungs ;)

- so one day, you come a little late to work and find svt practicing altogether in the practice room

- you don’t get to see all of them together very often, so you weren’t ready for the explosion of “OOHS” directed at Chan and you as you walked in

- “jeez, you guys are never gonna live this down huh,” Chan rolls his eyes at the cooing members as he comes over to you to give you a hug

- “again, it’s all your fault for not filtering your mouth when you first saw her,” Seokmin spills out

- “wait what?” you ask out of confusion

- Chan gives Seokmin wide eyes with the other members. Did he really just say that??? Chan panics

- Seokmin adds. “Whaat? You guys haven’t told her about that yet?”

- “NO WHY WOULD WE TELL HER,” Mingyu laughs at Seokmin

- “tell me what?” you quirk up an eyebrow.

- “NOTHING, HE’S JUST…” Chan reddens

- “HALLUCINATING, YEAH THAT’S ALL. I’M HALLUCINATING,” Seokmin awkwardly laughs and scratches the back of his head

- you face gets serious. “Out with it, guys.”

- “y/n, it’s nothing imp-” Chan tries to explain

- “Chan, cut the crap. Tell me what’s going on,” you say a little more sternly

- the maknae sighs

- “just tell her already,” Soonyoung insists

- “okay fine,” Chan says a little frustrated. “On the day you reported to the company building for the first time, Seungcheol was asking all of us to keep an eye out for you, the new intern, so we can let your boss know.”

- “I saw you walking through the hallways, but I didn’t know whether or not you were the one they’re looking for. So when Seungcheol asked us if we saw “the intern,” I told him I wasn’t sure but I saw a…”

- he pauses out of hesitation

- “a girl,” he says and looks down

- “umm… I still don’t get it?” you respond

- Chan hesitates again

- “a pretty girl is what he meant to say. He called you pretty and everyone went crazy over it,” Jeonghan clarifies

- “… really?” you ask

- Chan nods as he faces the floor

- you try to fight a smile but can’t seem hold in the feeling of flattery

- “to be honest,” you cover your smile with a hand as you begin to put a statement together. “I thought Chan was kinda cute when we first met too”

- Chan looks at you and his mouth widens at your words

- if y/n thinks I’m cute, does that mean she… likes me too?

- “OOOOHHHH,” the 12 other guys coo loudly

- he smiles

- maybe confessing right now wouldn’t be such a bad idea, he contemplates

- “well to be honest with you,” he starts. “I’ve always thought you’re…”

- the words are stuck in his throat

- “CHAN JUST SAY IT ALREADY,” Soonyoung yells from the crowd of members

- “CUTE, I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE AND I LIKE YOU OKAY?” Chan covers his mouth after his confession.

- his words are followed by another loud cheer from the rest of the group

- you blush in embarrassment as the others rush to Chan’s side and cheer him on with hugs

- “he’s grown up so fAST,” Jeonghan fake sobs as he holds onto Chan tightly

- “don’t reject out little guy, he’s a great boy,” Seungcheol says to you and pats Chan’s head

- you look over to Chan and his face is as red as a tomato. His eyes are glued to the floor

- “I’ve liked you for awhile too, Chan,” you confess quietly, but everyone still manages to hear it

- and at the sound of your response, the members push Chan towards you, and your body accidentally collides with his

- he backs away a bit to take a look at your face

- “sooooo…. what now?” he asks awkwardly as he stands in front of you

- “hmm… how about coffee at the cafe tomorrow?” you offer with a smile

- Chan laughs lightly. “Meet up here at 8am and we can walk together if you want.”

- you nod and the members resume their cheering

- “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? HUG HER, CHAN,” Soonyoung screams again

- Chan opens up his arms and you come in for an extremely warm hug. He gently sways you side to side in his embrace I’M DEAD

- “NOW KISS,” Seokmin suddenly adds, but his comment is then greeted with light punches and hits from the other members

- Chan and you laugh at the suggestion

- “I think we’ve had enough of the babying today,” Chan says before he plants a soft kiss on your cheek

- “CHAN YOU’RE GROUNDED,” Jeonghan scolds him