Harry breaks into his own smile, scrunching his nose when he glances back up, meeting Louis’ eyes, his stiff posture loosening. They stare for a beat, Harry’s smile dwindling. “So… you’re okay with it? That it can’t go anywhere?”
Louis nods easily. “We’re on the same page. Promise.” He holds out his pinkie to prove it, mind hazy and giddy from alcohol. Harry’s dimples appear in each cheek as he holds out his own, their pinkies intertwining. “We’re just two people who like each other, have fun together, and who may or may not kiss and… stuff.” He grins, wild adrenaline pumping through to his fingertips.
Harry sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, lowering his flushed gaze to the floor.
“Just don’t go falling in love with me, and it’ll be fine,” Louis smirks.
Or Louis has trouble sleeping, Harry has a habit of wrapping himself around Louis during the nights, and a mutual agreement to engage in a fun and simple thing quickly turns into something perhaps not so fun, and certainly not simple.
How about, in the dorms, they play the worlds biggest game of the floor is lava. Like, not even Tokoyami or Bakugou can resist the game simply because of childhood memories. They place cushions on the stairs so people can go to different floors. Just the kids playing the floor is lava
IT’S NOT JUST A GAME, OKAY. IT’S A FUCKING BLOOD BATH
there are no friends. you have no allies. everyone is out to get you, everyone is out to win, and they will sabotage everyone else in order to secure victory.
quirks are allowed. because of this, Uraraka and Tokoyami are some of the hardest to knock out of the competition. Uraraka can just make herself float, or make objects hover and jump between them. she’ll cancel out her powers and cause whatever poor soul who happened to be the floating armchair to fall onto the floor. Tokoyami, of course, has his Shadow.
Bakugou, Kaminari or Todoroki take Tokoyami out first. their quirks are the worst match up for Tokoyami, and just like in the sports festival, it all ends rather quickly.
Kaminari is often taken out fast. partially because he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone with his quirk. partially because he’s just. naturally clumsy.
there are debates about whether Todoroki’s ice counts as lava or as an object. Todoroki insists that it should count as an object because it’s ice, but Mineta and Kaminari think it’s cheating and should be counted as him touching the floor.
Kirishima is REALLY DIFFICULT to knock out because he can make himself hard and block all attacks. he’s usually one of the last few in the game.
Sero can use his tape to bounce from object to object. the only way to knock him out is if you body slam him, or cut his tape mid-swing. he’ll also use his tape to grab onto unsuspecting people to make them stumble and fall to their dramatic deaths. he’s great at knocking people out.
Aoyama is easy to knock to the floor. it’s hard to use his laser indoors and he’s not as agile as the others. he’s usually the first to go.
Mineta is goddamn hard to pick off. his balls stick to ANYTHING and sometimes he’ll just stick to walls and stay out of the chaos. he’ll also throw his balls at people in order to knock them off their balance–they end up in really odd positions, stuck upside down to the side of the counter, or sideways on the back of the couch. either way, they can’t get off and they’re forced to forfeit.
Momo is somewhere in the middle. she’s great at making objects to defend or help herself, but sometimes it takes too long to make them and she’s knocked out before she can dodge.
Shouji is VERY HARD to knock off balance. but he finds it easy to take people out (in non-harmful ways; even if it’s a competition, he’s not gonna accidentally hurt his classmates). HOWEVER, sometimes his size makes it hard for him to jump onto the smaller objects and he’ll fall over thanks to his own weight.
Tsuyu is queen. she’s super quick and agile and able to stick to anything, and her tongue makes it easy for her to sabotage the others. she is ruthless. (tho she apologizes after every ‘attack’)
Mina has AMAZING reflexes and is hard to hit. she’s usually taken out by her own misjudgement of where she’s landing, or someone accidentally knocking into her.
Satou and Kouda, like Shouji, are also very big. both have a hard time finding balance when landing on smaller surfaces. Satou’s quirk doesn’t really help him here, and he IS getting better with his balance. Kouda makes up for his lack of balance by sending bugs after people who’re trying to get him out of the game.
Ojirou is goddamn hard to knock off balance with that tail of his. plus, he’s a martial artist, so he’s got a LOT of balance training. he’s usually one of the last few left.
Jirou is able to use her sound attacks to vibrate tables and the floor in order to throw off the other student’s balance. she is, however, rather easy to knock out b/c it takes concentration to use her attacks, and she leaves herself open.
Iida uses his engines to fly from table to chair to pillow, but sometimes the momentum will make him trip. he finds the game great practice for his control, tho he does get frustrated since he lost a few times at first
Tooru. Tooru is fucking HARD to beat because she plays in her hero outfit (or less) and no one can see where she lands. the only thing they have
to by by
are her little reaction sounds (from jumping and landing) when figuring out where she is
and last but not least, Izuku and Bakugou. these two. these two are the GODDAMN HARDEST OF ALL THE STUDENTS TO BEAT.
THEY’VE BOTH GOT AMAZING REFLEXES, THEY BOTH CAN MANEUVER IN THE AIR, AND PARKOUR IS GODDAMN THEIR MIDDLE NAME. not to mention they’re both SO FUCKING FAST that no one can ever knock them out. fuckers can dodge like no-one’s business, and it frustrates the entire class.
the game almost always ends with these two trying to beat each other. Bakugou gets especially pissed because Izuku learned most of those moves from him, so it’s like he’s fighting a goddamn copy of himself.
they usually end in a tie. they’ll slam into each other and the’ll both get knocked to the ground. they also have the exact same amount of wins and loses.
that doesn’t stop the other students from trying to win, tho. they wanna beat Deku and Kacchan because they’re so amazing, and with each game, it gets harder and harder to knock everyone out.
Bakugou and Izuku actually love this, because it means more training and fighting each other at their best (well, as much as they can in a game like this)
Aizawa and All Might usually watch from the corners to make sure no one gets seriously hurt. they’re so proud of their kids, tho, because this training is so good for them. it’s harmless and great for honing reflexes and attacks.
also, they just love to see their kids improve. what proud dads
Alright, so here I am with another long ass meta post. Only this time, this one is directed solely at the legend, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet again, I am seeing the “Levi is Abusive” mumbo jumbo and I have spent my two years in this fandom quiet about my opinions on this for the most part because I do not enjoy drama. However, after this last batch of Discourse™ that I have seen, I have been pushed beyond my ability to bite my tongue.
This is Part One to a two part meta, and this is me basically trying to shine light on Levi’s actions a bit and why he behaves the way he does. In no way do I try to justify all of the shit he carries out so don’t think this is just a fangirl squeal post. I’m simply trying to better explain his character for the people who seem to think he is some kind of rage beast who beats kids for fun in his spare time.
I will be putting this under a Read More because it is extremely long and also contains spoilers. I’d also like to state that this would be best read from a computer or the mobile website as it contains a metric fuckton of manga panels used for reference (seriously use any other means outside of the mobile app to read this because the app will butcher this post and cut out a majority of the images). If you are sitting down to read this, please make sure you are comfy, cozy, and drinking a nice warm beverage. Now then,
DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, good for you! That’s your prerogative. However, If you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages because my opinion differs from your own; do us both a favor and just don’t even bother. WARNING: Major spoilers ahead.
First and foremost, this is the scene I see brought up the absolute most so I’d like to go ahead and address it first:
My power has gone out and I think I've lost that comic panel I was working on, so have some Voltron Instagram headcanons
Allura: a bunch of photos of the mice. Some have filters over the top that make them look like they came out of sailor moon. Also nail art and lots of photos of creative long hair updos.
Shiro: tags photos of Big Macs with #gourmet. A bunch of selfies in front of Matt who has fallen asleep in some odd location (usually a corner of the library or a school bench). He has a 5 second video of him grabbing Keith’s wrist and going “bro! Bro, why are you hitting yourself?” And Keith is just SCREECHING.
Keith: definitely has the most ~aesthetic~ of all the Paladins instagrams. Photos of his motorcycle and lots of nature photography. Many of them taken on long drives by himself into the middle of nowhere. Candid photos of Lance staring off into the distance and looking beautiful.
Lance: loads of outfit of the day photos. Bad selfies with an uncooperative Keith. Bath bomb and face masks photos. His younger siblings at the beach. Water logged sand castles. Close ups of Keith’s butt just tagged #blessed.
Hunk: photos of Dumbbells and the most adorable cake pops you’ve ever seen. Dumb photos of Lance and himself at a party store getting into the kids costumes. You know those beautiful calligraphy videos that say “fuck you”? Hunk makes those, but instead of calligraphy it’s him piping lettering onto a cake.
Pidge: it’s mostly just photos of her hand flipping off various pieces of technology. Some are advanced machines, some are Ikea flat packs. There’s also a bunch of videos of her shouting “trust fall” as she LAUNCHES herself at one of her friends. Shiro has never dropped her. Matt fucking dodges.
♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.
The summer between Junior and Senior years Victor Nikiforov becomes completely unavoidable.
Victor is on principle, Yuuri suspects, an unavoidable person. Last year he became the first Junior to run and be elected student body president. He’s the lacrosse team’s star midfielder, leading the team in three undefeated seasons since Freshman year. He’s president for Alpha Chi, one of three pre-eminent alpha-exclusive fraternities on campus. His best friend is Christophe Giacometti, which means he’s always present at crew parties, usually hovering in the corner of Yuuri’s eye. He’s the kind of unavoidable where he’s always catching his sleeve on Yuuri’s as they reach for the same cup. Their elbows smell like the same chalk, their fingers smell like the same brand of tobacco. It’s a sign of spending three years on the same campus together and developing habits, Yuuri is absolutely sure.
But then Victor becomes a different type of unavoidable.
summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.
a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.
You clamped your mouth shut, your eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze. Your fingers scratched the sheets, your heart beating faster as you felt the bed shift. Then there was a feathery touch at your cheek, and you gasped, your eyes snapping back to his as his fingers lightly ran across your jaw.
“I don’t think you want me to kiss you,” he muttered, his fingers still softly caressing you. “Look at yourself, you’re terrified.”
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”
your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she
had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to
yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you
thought about it.
like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and
lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and
cool down your pre-sweating forehead.
Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o suddenly asking if they could have sex? Like they’re just casually watching a movie, or they’re both on their phone doing whatever, and their s/o randomly turns to them and say they want to fuck
LOLOLOLOLOL same. - Admin Dayna
You were laying in bed with Jin while he looked over the results of a
recent photoshoot. You, on the other hand, was ttrying you best to focus on paper you
had to write and turn in to your professor come the next three days. You’ve
been wracking your brain for this essay, and truthfully a break was long
overdue. You took your eyes off the laptop for a while, stealing a glance at
Jin with his brows furrowed in deep concentration. You licked your lips, can’t
helping yourself from savoring the image before you. You always had a thing for
how intense his facial expression became when deep in thought. You slam the
laptop shut and leaned closer to him, calling his name;
“Give me a bit of your time, will you?”
*looks at you honestly shook*
You usually sat in the corner of his office while he busied himself with writing lyrics and producing tracks. You curled up in corner with the blanket over your head while Yoongi sat on his swivel chair, scribbling down whatever while he played his Spotify music on shuffle. As if the look of him wasn’t enough, the last few songs that played aloud were exceptionally sensual. If anything, the sexual tension building was one-sided – solely thriving through you. You clear your throat to catch his attention, and Yoongi raised a brow in response, side eying you. You get up from the corner and made your way towards him, telling him exactly what was on your mind. He at first was completely thrown off by your boldness, but after thinking it over, he licked his lips, following a smirk, turned his body completely to you and got to work.
Fresh out the shower from what felt like years of dance practice, Hobi walked out into the kitchen where you were with only a towel on wrapped around his waist. You opened the fridge knowing it was a bottle of water he wanted, but as you were handing it to him, you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel downward as your boyfriend practically lapped at the water. Hoseok caught you in the act, narrowing his eyes at you with a sly smile on his face. You make eye contact with him for a moment, the two of you creating tension in the silence.
“What are you thinking about, [y/n]?”
“We should fuck.”
He was so deep in his documentary, geeking out about space and shit – was it weird you found it hot? You could listen to Namjoon go on forever about whatever. It was no joke that intellect on a person can be sexy. Evidence sat beside you on the sofa now. You lick you lips, watching his as he spoke. It was probably obvious you hadn’t been listening anymore. Namjoon’s voice trailed off to silence. He stared at you confused as to why you were looking at him so intensely. You abruptly brought up sex and Namjoon was hardly hesitant. In fact, a smug smile appeared on his face before he turned off the T.V. and climbed on top of you.
The two of you had been watching a recording of his latest live performance. Jimin was seeking constructive criticism, but you were far too distract by his thrusting on the stage to focus on something like that. It almost felt like he was doing this on purpose. It took a while of dirty thoughts and Jimin pointing himself out – as if you weren’t fixated on him enough – for you to finally close the laptop on the two of you and turning to him, unexpectedly and shamelessly asking him to take you right there. Jimin was wide-eyed for a while before bursting into laughter and doing exactly as you wished.
Nights with Tae was – contrary to popular belief – quite tame. He laid on his back, and you rested your head on his chest, the two of you watching a K-Drama on his iPad. A couple episodes in, you weren’t paying as much attention to the show as you had been earlier. You had slipped your hand under Tae’s shirt, trailing your hand up and down his stomach. He didn’t pay it any mind, but you were very into the feeling of his skin on your fingertips. You looked up at Taehyung, staring at him for a while before he looked down at you, doing the same.
“What is it?”
“Can we do something else?”
“What do you want to do?”
He’s been away for a really long time. During his time away, sexual frustration was a serious problem that always got worse whenever he was gone for long periods of time. Finally having him home was more than exciting. So much so, you couldn’t help but get a little impatient. You parked the car in the parking lot building attached to your apartment complex, and turned to Jungkook suddenly. He was reaching for the door handle to get out but realized you weren’t doing the same. He’d turn back to look at you, to find you staring at him with a look in your eyes – he knew exactly what the look meant but he still had his doubts. It wasn’t until you asked to have sex in the car that he had shown any form of life. A nervous smile of sheer disbelief showed on his face as he looked around to check if anyone else was nearby.
“We… I mean the…? The apartment building is right there…?”
Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.
synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.
word count; 1862 words
I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that.
I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.
I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself.
I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography.
An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is.
Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.
“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.
“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front.
“So… You haven’t-”
“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.
Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”
‘Him’ being my soulmate.
I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.
Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.
Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.
Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.
Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.
I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities.
“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.
Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek.
“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.
There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.
I frowned. New member?
“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.
I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.
The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in.
“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.
“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces.
“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.
“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”
Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about.
Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”
Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.
We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick.
“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.
I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag.
“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.
I turned around to see Vernon behind me.
“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”
I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”
“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask.
I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”
He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”
“Yeah, we are,” I said.
“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly.
“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.
After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways.
Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.
“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”
I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”
We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.
“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings.
“Building 2. Room 58.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”
“That’s my room.”
“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”
“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”
Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.
It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this.
I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.
“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.
“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.
“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”
Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak.
Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.
“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”
I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-
“They’re the same.” Vernon said.
I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?
He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.
I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same.
“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug.
He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.
“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”
I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”
Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”
“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.
“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.
“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.
“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.
He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us.
“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”
I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.
Note: So I was talking about doing a challenge of writing five different scenarios, one for each guy of you losing your virginity to them and how they would make the experience! Sooo… here is the first one! Have some G-Dragon! It’s pretty long so get ready to reaaddd. lol. Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I actually wrote this one pretty fast, so yeah, sorry if it’s lacking.