what is it about polka dots that makes everything so cute

The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.


All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.

“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.

“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.

Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”

Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”

Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”

“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.

Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting, Nino thought.

One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”

Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.

“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.

“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”

And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”

Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?

Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”

Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.

“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”

Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.

Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.

Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”

Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”

“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.

“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”

Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”

Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”

At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”

Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”

“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.

“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”

“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?

Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”

’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.

"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.

“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.

“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.

“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”

“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”

Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”

“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.

“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.

“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.



"I’m sure it totally does.”

Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.

"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.

“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”

“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”

Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.

After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars.
“So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.

“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.

“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.

Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”

Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.

Shopping Partner

Summary: In an attempt to ask you out on a date, you help Bucky pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion.

Prompt: “Tell me, can your dick even breathe in those pants?”

Word Count: 1,353.

A/N: This is my entry for @bladebarnes ’s writing challenge!! This was super cute to write and I hope you all enjoy. Also, took some inspo from @brighterlights‘s fic, “Personal Shopper”.

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My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)

Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it’s been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I’m sorry! But, to make it up to you, here’s a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she’d grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.

anonymous asked:

oh my gosh i love your writing so much? i always look forward to seeing more of it on my dash ;u; !! would you maybe think about doing a neighbor kihyun if you have time please? i'd love to see you write it asfdpih (also i hope school isn't stressing you out too much and that you are getting enough rest and you time)

find neighbor!wonho (here) ~!

  • is picky about everything, but in a good way. like he wants to keep everything pretty and organized
  • labels his containers
  • likes his pinks, yellows, and whites. that’s what his color scheme is from his white sheets to his pink toothbrush to his yellow curtains
  • “jooheon i know that this is a gift with the best intentions, but you know my thing is stripes. im not a polka dot person. im sorry, i just am not. but ill accept these slippers anyway because i love you”
  • likes to get sewing tips from the old lady down the hall
  • nags at kids who make too much noise in front of the building and he’s always going on about respect and being polite 
  • but once he saw a cockroach in his bathtub and yelled so loud he woke up the entire floor  
  • isn’t afraid to admit that he thinks stuffed animals are cute and therefore has a giant moomin on his bed. it’s cute and yes he hugs it at night 
  • takes care of his skin so well he gets compliments from everyone because he glows like the people down at the grocery are just like omg what products do you use and kihyun will gladly share his tips. he’s a sweetheart 
  • you know kihyun because like well who doesn’t????? the kids call him uncle kihyun because he’s always scolding them and the older people refer to him as the prince of your apartment complex because he’s always dressed so fancy and does his hair well
  • but on the off-chances that you’ve seen him you haven’t ever talked with him or caught his attention
  • mostly because you’re always in a rush to get to work/school. like you’re not a morning person, but kihyun seems just dandy in the morning and you’re like how
  • and it’s on one morning that you find yourself particularly messy because you stayed up all night to finish a long paper and you forgot that you had an interview later in the afternoon but you had no time to get ready
  • so you managed to put on a decent interview outfit, but your hair? your face? your overall moral? your outlook on life?
  • bad
  • and when you get into the elevator you’re thankful that it’s just you till someone comes running down the hall and slips in last second and it’s kihyun
  • looking absolutely perfect and energized and you’re still trying to brush your hair to where it looks acceptable and maybe get something on to cover your dark circles
  • and you don’t notice but kihyun is watching you a bit and he sees you stumbling, tiredly into the train station with your bag half open and when you get into the train
  • kihyun suddenly sits beside you and you’re like uh,,,,,because there’s a bunch of free seats the stop near your house is the first stop for that line
  • and kihyun is like “here let me help you.” and you’re like ?????/
  • and he takes your brush from your hands and moves your shoulders so you’re facing him and he puts his own bag on his lap and pulls out a bunch of stuff
  • and basically gives you a makeover right than and there. and im not talking like full on makeup, im talking just the basics to help you look like you know,,,,,,,,you’re not dYing
  • and he gets the knots out of your hair, the dark circles covered, some mist sprayed on. he fixes the collar of your shirt, and even hands you a granola bar because he’s like “i can tell you didn’t eat”
  • and when he’s done you don’t feel anywhere as bad as you did when you left your house and kihyun grins because he’s like “this is the first time ive seen you smile since we got into the elevator together”
  • and you tell him that you’re thankful, that you have an interview today too and he’s like “you’ll do amazing!!!” and you’re like,,,,thank you,,,,,,,for making me look presentable,,,,,rofl
  • and when it’s your stop kihyun gives you another thumbs up and you get off and can’t help but keep smiling because,,,,,,,wow he’s,,,,,,,,so sweet?????
  • and the day just feels so much easier because of your time in the morning with kihyun and your interview goes well
  • so well that when you’re heading home you get an sns that says you passed the interview and you’re so happy you do a little dance on the platform
  • and once when you finally get home you’re surprised to see kihyun on the bench outside your building and you go over and say hello and he grins and asks about the interview
  • and before you know it you’re telling him everything that happened and when you tell him you passed he pats the top of your head and you’re like ,,,,,,o,,,,oh
  • and he’s like “i knew you could do it, you’re so hardworking - ive noticed that about you” and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,he????? noticed me??????
  • and kihyun is like “as a reward, let me go buy you some good snacks”
  • and you try to refuse, but kihyun is like no no you deserve it!! and as you shyly pick something out and head to the counter kihyun is taking out his money and the cashier is like “you two look cute together, has it already been past 100 days?”
  • and you’re speechless because omg what
  • and kihyun looks over at you with a smile and he’s like “nope! this is our first day, you could say.” and the cashier is like AW how cute
  • and you’re like alhdgjfsdds what,,,,,,,,,,,does he mean by that
  • and as you’re walking back home you want to ask but you just nibble on your snack until kihyun leans over to take a bite of your food and you’re like hEY 
  • and he’s like “so, what do you think about that?” and you’re like “what?” and he’s like “about this being our first day,,,,,,i think we can make it to 100 easily.”
  • and you’re like is he???? asking me out???? and kihyun before you guys get back inside is like “so? want to meet in the morning again and we’ll ride the train together?” and you hesitate but in a small voice you go “like,,,,,,a couple?”
  • and kihyun grins and gives you another thumbs up like “yes. like a couple.” 
  • and you’re red in the face as kihyun comes closer and you think he’s going to lean in and??????? kiss you 
  • but instead he goes “i like the messy you even more you know?” and you’re like wh,,what does that mean and he pets your head again messing it up just a bit and going over to open the door
  • and yes the next morning as you’re rushing again, you think yesterday must have been a dream
  • but when you open your door, kihyun is there by the elevator waiting for you

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"I can't do this" for Ladrien?

OMG! Look at what I am finally getting back around to finishing!!! (You guys thought I had given up hadn’t you. Mwahahahaha. Be prepared for all the prompt responses. I will finish them all! 

Anyways- here is some Ladrien ^_~ 

It was a surreal experience to be sitting next to Ladybug on the upper ledge of Notre Dame, staring out at the Sunset.

Not the sitting part itself- they did that at least once a week in this very spot, (her favorite). No, the surreal part was that it wasn’t Chat Noir, hero to the helpless and Catsanova extraordinaire- (her words),  but regular old Adrien Agreste, sitting together with her, at their spot, trying to pretend that he wasn’t having to use every ounce of restraint not to fall into usual habits and give himself away.

Something was clearly wrong. She was too quiet. Her usual spark seemed to be dampened by whatever was troubling her.

If he were transformed he would probably be curled up in her lap, letting her fuss with his hair while he told terrible jokes that always managed to pull a smile from her, no matter how hard she tried to bite it back.

As Adrien however, he simple had to wait.

“You’re probably wondering why I brought you up here,” she said softly.

He nodded, not fully trusting himself to speak.

“I needed to talk to someone about things, and even though I know we don’t know each other very well, I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you?” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and full of a sort of longing that made him feel humbled.

“Of course,” he said, his voice more raspy than he intended, “anything you need.”

She smiled, though it seemed a little forced and turned to look back out at the fading sunset. Still at a loss as to what exactly he was supposed to do, Adrien reached up and patted her gingerly on the top of her head. Ladybug froze at the touch, and Adrien briefly considered just jumping off the edge of the roof and putting himself out of his socially awkward misery.

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Put Money Where Your Mouth Is (M)

Originally posted by buylosecontrol-moved

Jongin x You (ft. Jongdae)
Summary -
 Your friend Jongdae drags you to a casino, where you pique the interest of the most feared lucky bastard in the entire country.
A/N - Yeah.. just enjoy it. Want to thank my friend for doing the smut part (<3 amy).

Casinos have never been your thing. That’s why it took your friends a lot of convincing for you to join them. It’s not that you didn’t like gambling. In fact, you really enjoyed watching people go rich or go broke but testing your own luck was just a lost cause in your case.

“I don’t wanna go because I suck.” you rolled your eyes when one of your close friends was standing in front of your house, “I’m pretty sure I have told you countless times before, Jongdae.”

He groaned in frustration, “Once, come us with just this one time. Play one game, I swear you’ll think it’s fun!” He clasped his hands together and whined. Giving his best cute face. “Besides… what’s not fun about watching me win money? I’m on a streak!”

“First of all, you know I’m pretty much the goddess of misfortune so why would I play when knowing I’m going to lose my money? Second, you’re a cocky asshole.” You smiled. He has been going on about being a good gambler for a while now, and yes, he has won a ton of money ever since he started but that doesn’t mean it’s meant for everyone.

You hate it that your friends have become regulars at casino’s and you can’t join them. You don’t have the need to get addicted to something that is clearly not put away for you. In all honesty, you call yourself lucky if you don’t have a coffee stained shirt when you arrive at work.

“Fine, while you are going to watch Netflix in your sweats I’m going to become rich..” He crosses his arms and huffs in frustration when you stare at him with little interest. “I’ll be going..” he takes slowly takes a step away from you, hoping to still be able to tempt you. “I’m reaaally going..”

“Goodbye. Good luck.” You wave to bid your farewell.

Jongdae whines again. If you haven’t caught on; he does this quite a lot. “The least you could do is hug me after rejecting me!”

Oh god, talk about needy.

You roll your eyes for maybe the tenth time this day and close the space between you and your friend. You are ready to let go but Jongdae, as the stubborn little bastard he is, has other plans. He crushes you into his hug and lifts you up so you can’t escape. You can’t move out of his embrace because of shock and the fact that he started working out made him a lot stronger.

Then you hear it. A click. That smirk on his face confirms your suspicion. “You locked me out!”

“Now you have no other choice but to come along!” He seems to enjoy this whole thing very much.

“What the hell, Kim Jongdae?! You locked me out! What am I supposed to do now?!” You scream. It’s too late to ask your landlord for a spare key, you will be locked out of your apartment until next morning. Thanks, Jongdae.

He grabs your arm and drags you outside, “Oh boohoo, seems like you have nowhere to go~ you can stay at my place! I’ll be your savior!”

“Are you being funny? It’s because of you that I’m locked out! How am I supposed to even go to a casino?! I’m not even wearing any shoes!” You are fuming. Only Kim Jongdae can pull something like this.

“I have everything you need!”

So there you are. In a, quite fancy, casino wearing shoes that are way too big because you had to borrow Jongdae’s soccer shoes.

Your blue socks with polka dots are sticking out, you feel very self-conscious about your track shorts. Plus, you have gotten quite some unwanted looks for wearing a university tee.

You look stupid. Very stupid.

A few snickers of neatly dressed women passed by. “I hate my life,” you whined as you lowered your head in shame.

“Geez, stop moaning. Minseok is coming as soon as he can. I’m sorry for what I did but hey I’m paying for drinks tonight, okay?” He pats your back.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well, first of all, I don’t have any money on me since you pulled me out of my apartment and then locked the door. Second, you’re not sorry.”

“I totally am not.” Kim Jongdae is officially the devil.

You notice everyone staring at you. Especially this man on the other side of the bar seems to be enjoying the embarrassing sight.

He enjoys it so much that he isn’t even paying any attention to the girls flocking around him. He looks rich and hot so it’s not really such a surprise that he has many followers.

Maybe you’d make a shot if you weren’t dressed so ridiculous.

If only you could leave this place.

“I’m here!” You see Minseok, your lifesaver, with clothing in a plastic bag and extends his arm out to you so you can take it. You assume it’s your dress.

“I really want to ask why you own a dress, but I feel like I’ll regret it. Thank you anyway.” You take the bag and open it. It’s a black dress.

He laughs. “It’s my little sisters’ and please keep it. I hate it when she wears it. She’s at that age, you know? Boys and stuff.”

You quickly get into the restroom to change and you can definitely understand why he hates this dress on his little sister. The v cut of the dress is extremely low and the stretchy fabric makes the dress form fitting. Hugging and accentuating your body shape, but also making it look curvier.

It’s kinda sad that when you look down you still see those sneakers with mismatching polka dot socks but whatever. At least you don’t look like you came here in your pajamas.

All the women here are wearing beautiful dresses paired with Jimmy Choo’s or some shoe brand you can’t afford.

“Damn,” you hear Jongdae a curse and Minseok coughs.

And like this began your first time at a casino. The first hour you spent sticking to the bar, determined to drink until Kim Jongdae is broke. But in the end, you got dragged to the tables anyway.

“Miss, are you going to pick a number or not?” You don’t even notice that you have been standing there for that long, thinking about a number.

“It’s her first time at a casino,” Minseok explains to the impatient dealer.

It’s so hard. There are too many numbers.

“Yeah, well. Minseok and I are going to try our luck at the slot machines. We’re giving you a hundred bucks okay? Don’t use all of it immediately. Also, you know how to exchange them for chips, right?”

“We?!” Minseok, not quite happy that Jongdae is dragging him in.

Even though Minseok is Jongdae’s hyung he doesn’t really seem to care and places a hand over his mouth while dragging him away.

Now you are left with the roulette table. Well, and the impatient dealer but whatever. Are you going for 7? The lucky number? Or should you go with your birthday…

“Place everything on 13.” Someone whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You look to your right and you see that handsome guy from back when you were sitting at the bar. He seems to have ditched his fans.

You kind of mumble in the surprise of him talking to you. He subtly places a hand on your hip. “Isn’t that an unlucky number?” You ask.

He laughs, and man does it sound cute. Never in your life did you expect someone to look like a million dollar playboy, which for all you know he might be. He is wearing this dark maroon colored suit with a dark dress shirt. His hair is styled back and he has a shiny Rolex watch around his wrist. “Just trust me.”

Should you listen to him? The payoff is 35-1 and you have nothing to lose. That would mean that if he is right you’ll win 35 times what you have bet on it..

“Trust me.” He eggs you on and you do feel a bit of pressure. You barely know the guy. For all you know he could work here and is now trying to make you lose your money. “What about this? If you lose.. I’ll give you your hundred back.”

If that’s true..

“And if you win.. I’ll take you out..” he moves your hair away and his lips trace your ear gently.

“Straight bet on 13, please.”

You don’t know what or why but somehow he has you in the palm of his hands.

The dealer is definitely making fun of you as you are about to waste a lot of money on one number and the guy who told you to go for 13 is gone. However you don’t even notice, all you are focused on is the ball after the dealer spins it.

And it lands on..


An indescribable feeling of joy washes over you. You actually won money! No way. You have never been this lucky ever in your life before. The dealer pays you out in chips and you went from 100 bucks to 3500!

You run to Minseok and Jongdae as soon as you can to tell them the news and to give them their money back. “I can’t believe it! I thought you were going to just flush my money down the toilet but you actually won a shit ton!”

“I got help.” The two boys stare at each other.

“From who?” Minseok asks.

You turn around to scan the crowd in order to find his face. One of the tables looks to he unusually crowded compared to the other tables, full of cheers and howling. While motioning the two to follow, you head over to the table.

Just like you thought, it’s that guy that everyone is making a fuss over. Once again he is surrounded by females and men are almost kissing his feet.

“That guy,” you point to the same maroon suited man that helped you earlier.

Minseok slaps Jongdae in excitement and you don’t understand why. The older boy holds a hand in front of his hand while the other is on his hip. “Do you even know who that is?”

Jongdae hisses in annoyance, “Don’t overhype the guy he is already over appreciated and I’m sure he is just a big hustler.” He says to his hyung but Minseok ignores him.

“That is Kim Jongin. Kim Jong-freaking-in!” Minseok tells and Jongdae rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “He is a master in gambling - no! A god. I’ve never seen that guy lose, like casino’s hate him. And he helped you! Oh my god!”

“Calm down, hyung.” Jongdae pushed him off of him. “He is a total fraud, a hustler. I can see it on his face. All of his opponents are just too busy with ogling at his face to notice it. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jongdae warns you.

“Woah, is someone jealous?” You poke in his side and he hisses in annoyance.

He steps away so your finger doesn’t reach him anymore and glares at the one he was badmouthing. “I bet I could win from him if he played fair.”

“Okay, okay. You’re a really really tough guy.” Minseok mocked him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “But let’s face it. You against him? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Jongdae shrugged it off, clearly not happy with the little confidence his friends had in him. “I’ll prove it. Watch me.”

And then he did something both you and Minseok were very shocked to see.

A furious Kim Jongdae stepped with his not-so-tall frame to the infamous King of Gambling with great confidence. He then slammed his hand on the table in front of him for everyone to see.

The Jongin guy looked up when he noticed everyone becoming silent, even the girls who gave him consistent attention stopped for a second to see what was going on.

Oh god no..

“You against me. Whatever game you prefer.” He said after the whole room went silent. Only he wasn’t as cool and manly as he thought. His plan turned out different than he had in mind.

Because Jongin started to stare the boy up and down with a laugh stifled. He was able to keep it in, but when he scanned him again he couldn’t help but cackle a loud laughter. Leading the people around to follow his laughing. “Sorry, kid. I only play with the big boys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I bet I’m even older than you. Just because your suit is Prada or whatever doesn’t mean you’re better than I am.” Jongdae spat back at him. He is quite well known as the one who can’t take a joke in your circle.

“Woah, woa.. we don’t want any trouble.” Jongin raises his hands as if he were protecting himself from Jongdae, but everyone could hear exaggeration in his voice. He was mocking him, and you didn’t feel like this was going to end well for your friend. “Fine, if you really want to play with me. My only condition is that you play with chips no lower than 50 dollars.”

Once again everyone started cackling. They were mocking him, knowing he would never be able to bet that much money. He was wearing his worn out black skinny jeans and a big red hoodie, that didn’t scream ‘Ferrari owner’, or anything like that, at all.

You had to step in. Not only because this was extremely embarrassing but also because he was your friend, and you had to help him when he makes himself look like a total fool. “Come on, Dae. It’s not worth it. Let’s just go home.”

“But that bastard is making fun of me,” he gritted his teeth, “I want to punch him in the face!”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged on his arm in an attempt to get him to leave.


The tree of you turned around when a voice called you, only to see that Jongin guy calling you. “Big two. We’ll play big two.”

Jongdae knitted his eyebrows in confusion, “I don’t have the money-”

“No need,” he wore a smug look on his face.

The three of you exchanged looks. What did this guy have in mind? Was he going to make you look even more like losers? “What made you change your mind?” Jongdae asks as he slides into one of the chairs without negotiating, and Jongin waves over someone to give him a deck of cards.

“I know something you can bet instead of money,” Jongin whispered for only Jongdae to hear.

Jongdae became a little suspicious. “What..?”

“Your girl.”

People started murmuring. The girl in pajamas and oversized shoes? Really?

Jongdae followed to where Jongin was pointing his finger. It was directed to you, who was very busy talking and huffing with Minseok. This was a bad idea, so he quickly shook his head. “First of all, she isn’t ‘my girl’. She would kill me if anyone referred to her like that and she’d hear. Second, I can’t do that. That’s my friend, besides.. the whole ‘women’s right’ is very active so I’d rather not bet a woman.”

Jongin leaned back in his chair. “Are you sure?” He shoved a whole tower casino chips his way. Jongdae’s eyes dilated in awe. Were those really poker chips of 5000 dollars?! “Just one night.”

You’ll be so mad at him..

The man across from him dangled a pair of keys right in front of his face, then dropped them without much care. Jongdae swallowed, this was so tough for him. There’s a tower of poker chips that could pay off his student loan debt, and there’s a key of a Maserati lying right before his eyes.

“Okay..” he hesitated but agreed, “on the condition that you remove that blazer. I know you got stuff up your sleeve.”

Jongin raised his eyebrows and his mouth pursed, “I feel insulted, but as you please. Well then, follow me.”

You watch the both of them walk to a more secluded place. It’s an odd sight seeing that man in suit and Jongdae in his skinny jeans competing. Suddenly you hear them call for you and Minseok. “What are you two waiting for? You play this with four.”

A few minutes later you’re facing all the man and next to you are your two friends. You have quite decent cards. Two aces.. three sixes and a clover two. Also, you are the one to start the game. You hold the lowest four, so you dump it together as a flush. The game continues and Jongdae and Minseok seemed to get rid of five cards as well, only Jongin passed.

I have two cards left, a King and a 10. Not bad but considering all of them are throwing doubles, I can’t continue. Jongdae throws a smug look and I can see why. Two aces.. I wish I had mine left, I could have overthrown him. Jongin chuckles but I wonder why. He has 7 cards left, Minseok has 3 like Jongdae. Jongin places two two’s down and everyone gasps. Bold move. Quite risky.

However, he had it all planned out because no one can overthrow him and all of a sudden he pulls a flush out that he didn’t take out the first round.

He won.

“Shit. Jongdae, did you just lose all your money?” I ask him and he looks up from his lap, guilt displays in his eyes.

He seems hesitant. “I-I’m sorry but I.. I..”

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“Oh no. Jongdae, what the hell did you do?” Minseok asks him, trying hard not to get violent - knowing his friend messed up.

“I didn’t bet with money.”

Minseok looks at me and I look him back at him in the eye. We turn to Jongdae at the same time, searching for answers when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and its that Jongin guy.

“Are you ready?” He asks me.

And suddenly it all clicks together. He sold me. Kim Jongdae used me.

I can’t even kill Jongdae as I get pulled away. Two large men are close behind me as I follow Jongin to another room upstairs. He must be staying at the hotel above.

A nervous chill shoots through my body. I don’t want this. Don’t I get a say in this? What is going to happen to me?

A large door opens and my eyes almost fall out of my casket. Never have I ever seen a suite so beautiful, it looks as if royalty lives here. I make a turn to take everything in and the door shuts with a loud bang.

I feel hands on my shoulders and I know it is Jongin as he whispers into my ear. “I know you are nervous and worried but I will have you for tonight only.”

I turn around and he smiles in a gentle manner, nothing like the man back down at the casino. This man is.. different. Not out for money… but for something else.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He assures me, but the way he talks and looks at me makes me melt right into his arms.

His voice is alluring yet sweet. “I..” With a slick touch, he moves my hair from my face.

“You are so beautiful.” He says and I snort. He looks at me like I did something weird and starts laughing too. “What’s so funny?”

He really doesn’t know? He had beautiful women surrounding him just a couple of minutes ago. Women with makeup, high heels and designer dresses.

Yet he chose the worst dressed person to spend his time with. And he thinks you’re beautiful like this?

“Have you seen me?” I ask him and though I am laughing he doesn’t laugh along.

“I am, right now.” He replies.

“I look hideous like this, yet you want me?” I pull the ugly fabric I am wearing and look up at him. I probably have a pimple above my eyebrow, I look like a hobo and my friend was rude to him. What in the world would make him want me? “You should have picked one of those models.”

He shakes his head. “What I see is beyond superficialness. I like you for what is under your clothes and foundation.”

“What is it exactly that you like?” I ask him.

“Your body. You.” He then leans in and I am overwhelmed by such a passionate and breathtaking kiss. His lips and soft and fine against mine. My body feels like it’s under heath when he touches me more and more.

I don’t even notice he has been leading me to the bed until my legs hit the bed.

“Can I?” He asks between the kissed while tugging my shirt. I nod too eagerly and he chuckles.

My clothing is long gone and so is his shirt. I am only in lingerie and he steps back to look me up and down. “Fuck.” He curses.

The undressing slash make-out session continues when I am pulled onto the bed. His fingers dance up my thigh as I feel his bulge press into my other leg.

My breath hitches as his fingers slip into my folds and spread the wetness for better access. He slips in a finger slowly while his thumb is softly flickering my clit. I break the kiss and close my eyes to preserve the moment. This feels incredible.

He moves away from me and sits up straight, then undoes his belt and with one hard pull he removes his belt. Then he does something I did not expect. I was too focused on his caramel muscles flexing that I didn’t notice him strapping my wrists. A 500 dollar Valetino belt.. just like that.

Then he moves into his pocket. I expected him to pull out a condom of some sort but instead its a wad of money. “Open your mouth.” He commands, and I comply. The wad of money is being pressed right between my teeth and I look at him. “Holy shit. What a sight.”

He quickly removes his pants and moves back up on me. His lips trace the lines of my body and his lips slowly and dangerously near my private area. He bites my hip one time before digging into my most desperate body part. The lewd sounds turn me on when he sucks slowly and licks gently. I can’t keep my eyes open to see his mop of hair between my lips, giving me joyful pleasure.

My entire body feels paralyzed by the blissful feeling. My shaking thighs, loud screams and arching back tell him I am drawing close.

So he stops.

Leaving me unsatisfied.

He flips me over and puts his hands on my hips, lifting my ass up in the air. “Ready?” He bends over me and asks me in my ear. I nod and he smiles. “Oh. So bad.”

His hands are on my hips again and he aligns himself. His boxer is long gone and I feel him slip inside of me very very slowly. It’s almost painful how bad he is trying to tease me.

With every thrust, he cranks up the speed until he has me screaming from how erratic he is going. If he keeps his up I’m going to pass out. “Fuck, yes.” He curses. “How can you be so fucking wet?!”

He gives one very deep thrust and I gasp. He notices how much I like it and does it again.

“You like that?” He smiles.

I nod shamelessly. And he does it again. My heart is going erratic from this.

“Close?” He asks and I nod. My legs are going to give any moment. “Me too, sexy.”

A few moments later he comes in spurs and pulls out of me slowly. My vagina is leaking his and mine combined liquid and I can feel it between my thighs as we both lie down after that intense session. He removes the belt and the money he throws it out, sending it flying over the room. Then kisses me again.

“Goodnight.” And you fall asleep.

The next day, he was gone.

And so was the room you were in.

A/N: Haven’t updated in forever so I decided to finish this old thing I had in my drafts!

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Word Count: 2,589

“C'mon Shawn! I wanna be there as soon as the gates open!”

She bounced up and down impatiently on her toes, filled with incredible impatience as she waited for her boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. Patience is a virtue and usually she had plenty to spare. He had even told her once that she had the patience of a saint while a delayed flight meant they ended up in an airport somewhere for hours on end. Shawn, however, was not blessed with bucket-loads of this virtue and grew bored after an hour. From her position in the doorway, she could see him playfully roll his eyes with a bemused smirk on his face as he sprayed on some cologne. Her impatience faltered for a moment as the familiar scent of him wafted in her direction.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming, jeez!” he exclaimed jokingly as he shooed her out of the bathroom. That’s all it took for her to dart back into the hotel room, grab her backpack and rush out of the room. A low chuckle told her that he was following her and she didn’t need to turn around to know that he was probably shaking his head at her excitement.

“So you’re telling me that - even though you’ve travelled so much - you have never even once been to Disneyland?” she asked him as they drove towards their destination, the pure disbelief evident in her voice.

“Nope, not once. I’ve never really had enough time when I’ve been near one” he answered sneaking a glance at her before his gaze reverted to the road. It was no surprise to her that Shawn had a ridiculously busy schedule but she thought if she were famous, she would be a diva when it came to freeing up her itinerary to stop by the one place she had always dreamed visiting.

It quickly became clear to Shawn that this was a bigger deal to her than he had originally thought when she plugged her phone in and blared a Disney soundtrack through the speakers, singing along animatedly. Sure, he liked Disney movies as much as the next guy and was never bothered when she insisted on watching Frozen for movie night for the hundredth time (he had a soft spot for Princess Anna, but she didn’t need to know that). But he couldn’t deny that he was surprised when she faultlessly sang along to several characters’ lyrics at once while One Jump Ahead played or when she squealed each time she saw the distance on road signs to the theme park gradually decreasing. The second her trainer-clad soles hit the asphalt (she was taking no prisoners today and sore feet were absolutely not on the agenda), she grabbed his hand and practically ran along the travelators from the car park. He reassured her that they were early and she grinned sheepishly, saying she just got excited. Besides, his legs were so much longer than hers that she would have to sprint for him to even need to break out into a jog to stay with her. His stature often came in handy in large crowds - if she somehow got detached from him, she could guarantee that she could easily spot his curls above everyone else given the fact that he was usually taller than 95% of the crowd. There wasn’t much of a chance of that happening though since his hand always had a firm grip on hers. Plus, he was always checking behind him to make sure she was alright.

He had a feeling that a firm grip on her hand wouldn’t cut it today, that maybe he would need a leash on her to have some hope of keeping tabs on her. He could practically feel the electricity of her giddiness buzz on his skin - she was brimming with energy. A ball of pure, unadulterated excitement. When they reached the turnstiles, they could hear the faint cheery music beyond the threshold and he was sure she was going to combust. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment they entered the park. She didn’t squeal, she didn’t cry, she didn’t babble uncontrollably like part of him had expected her to.

Mouth hung open slightly, she slowly walked out onto the red brick street of Main Street USA and looked around with awestruck eyes as she drank everything in. This wasn’t the girl that casually sang along to Love Is An Open Door with him on his couch as she rested her head on his shoulder. This was her younger self living vicariously through her. No - this was just her and he was watching a childhood dream come true in front of him. Unable to resist, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Anchoring her back to the ground, he spoke in her ear.

“Well, is this everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” he said quietly leaning around her slightly to gauge her reaction. She nodded almost imperceptibly with her mouth still agape. He swallowed the urge to kiss her. Too soon, too many kids around he thought.

“Everything and more” she breathed as her eyes landed on the castle in the distance, sandwiched between Minnie’s Candy Shop and The Market House Delicatessen. She almost asked Shawn to pinch her as he smiled and settled for a kiss on the top of her head instead. Leaving her side for a moment, he walked towards an old-time newsstand filled with brochures.

“Then what are we waiting for?” he returned to her with a map of the park in his hand. “Let’s go!”

It was like holding a flame to a firework. She needed no encouragement and was gone like a shot. First on the list was Space Mountain and she had somehow coaxed him along and convinced him that it was never too early in the morning for a rollercoaster in the dark. Begrudgingly, he found himself sat next to her with a safety barrier around his shoulders as they listened to the countdown for blast-off. Afterwards, she laughed as she stood on tip-toes to ruffle his curls that stood up wildly on his head from the G-force of the ride. She laughed even harder when they viewed their photo only to realise that his hair was almost flattened back against his head and his teeth were bared in a half-smile half-scream. Despite also being in a fit of laughter, she noticed the tinge of pink colouring his cheeks and her heart lurched.

“You look so cute in it” she said fondly as she smiled up at him. She loved it when he blushed. “You definitely look better than me!”
They burst into another round of laughter as they looked at the frantic deer-in-headlights look on her face again.

Lunch consisted of crêpes drenched in Nutella while they rushed to make the next showing of a live stunt show. A meticulously planned schedule was inevitably interrupted when she spotted a Meet & Greet with Princess Tiana which set them back about twenty minutes but it was worth it for the photograph and the look on her face. Another considerable amount of time was spent in one of the stores in Adventure Land trying to decide which pair of Minnie Mouse ears she should buy - classic red bow with polka dots or an entirely sequinned pink pair? She insisted that it was a dilemma and after much debate, she settled on classic red. But she couldn’t leave without buying Shawn a Toy Story cowboy hat, of course. Pretending to shake his head in disapproval as he sported the hat, he couldn’t help but marvel at how adorable she looked wearing the Minnie Mouse ears. Absolutely worth the trouble, he thought.

Hours slipped away in what felt like minutes as they shot at aliens to help Buzz Lightyear defeat Emperor Zurg, screamed some more on Big Thunder Mountain and wandered aimlessly lost in the Alice in Wonderland maze. The sun began to drop in the sky and painted it a vibrant shade of orange as they spun lazily on the teacups. Delighted screeches and laughter of the kids around them filled the air as they spun the wheels to go ‘faster, faster!’. Leaning his elbows on the wheel between them, he smiled at her as the setting sun did the thing that she loved the most: setting his brown eyes ablaze into a radiant shade of auburn. A curl hung low on his forehead and the sight of him in front of her caught her more off-guard than anything in the park had all day. And that was really saying something.

“Where do you wanna go to eat, princess?” he asked with a cheeky grin. She had almost broken out of her reverie that she was already deep in until he uttered that pet name and sent her crashing way down into the centre of the Earth. Six feet under. She imagined burying herself under the soil. Goodbye, cruel world, she thought, and screw you, Shawn, for that one time you called me princess. Clearing her throat and shaking her head in an attempt to collect her scattered thoughts, she tried her best to be nonchalant but his smile never faltered letting her know her lacklustre efforts were in vain.

“Planet Hollywood?” she suggested, her voice a little too high and she cringed. Although she was hopelessly flustered, it gave them both an oddly warm feeling to know that he still had that affect on her after all this time. Hand in hand, they strolled to Downtown Disney and the lights began to gradually blink to life as dusk settled on the park.

“Okay but we have to be back for the parade and the fireworks” she said with urgency.

“We have plenty of time, the parade doesn’t start for another two hours. Don’t worry” he reassured her, chuckling slightly but giving her hand a squeeze. Running on sugary treats and adrenaline will only get you so far so they wolfed down burgers and fries, letting out a satisfied hum or a ‘this tastes so good’ mumbled around a mouthful of food every so often. Once the feral stage of hunger had been quelled, they debated which movie each item from all the movie memorabilia surrounding them was from over another round of drinks. Lost in their own world, time continued to pass unnaturally quickly (or so it seemed) and they found themselves jogging back to the park despite the stitches brought on by their burger-filled stomachs.

“I swear if we miss this parade I will kick your ass, Mendes” she huffed out as she slowed her pace to a hurried walk but her chest continued to heave.

“Ah, the happiest place in the world eh?” he laughed nudging her with his elbow. They found a viewpoint for the parade on Main Street USA in front of an emporium and they caught their breath. Aware of the families of young children around them, he dropped his voice so only she could hear him. “For the record, you couldn’t kick my ass no matter how hard you tried.”

Shooting him a death glare, she knew all he would have to do was hold out an arm against her head as she would thrash her arms futilely in his direction and it would be game over. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of having that admittedly hilarious mental image for that comment though it seemed her dirty look alone gave him enough amusement. The lightning-fast change in her expression when the fanfare and music started was comical and he was afraid that if he smiled any more that day, his face would surely break. Mickey Mouse’s unmistakable voice filtered through the speakers asking visitors to clear the parade route and enjoy the show. The palpable electrical buzz he felt from her was back and she looked happier than most of the kids on the street. The footpaths quickly became crowded as the parade music started and the sweet smell of cotton candy and marshmallows wafted from the numerous candy shops. As the first float made its way down the street, she stood on her tip-toes and huffed out a frustrated breath. Shawn noticed and looked down at her to realise her view was blocked. Suddenly, his arms were around her waist and she was hoisted atop a nearby old-style mailbox.

“Better?” he asked looking up at her and keeping an arm around her waist to steady her. She could see above the rows of people in front of her perfectly. Beaming down at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Much.”

The colours and lights of the parade floated by. Characters in full costume bent down to high-five kids lining the streets and the atmosphere was so joyful and heart-warming that she let herself believe for a moment that there was more good than evil in the world, even as the Cruella de Vil and Gaston passed by. Getting deep and philosophical about life in Disneyland of all places almost made her laugh but it put her at ease. Pressing a kiss to the mess of curls on top of Shawn’s head, she smiled contently to herself and allowed herself to be a little girl again for just a little while longer. Eventually, the parade ended and the crowd gushed out onto the street as the castle burst into life. Light projections made Tinkerbell appear on the front door as the first burst of fireworks erupted from behind the castle. A variety of beloved Disney characters flashed across the outer walls of the pink brick building as a corresponding track from their soundtrack blared from the speakers, the bass and crackling of the fireworks thrumming through her chest. It was an overwhelming experience. The good kind. She sang along to Friend Like Me and wiggled her hips along as the Genie coated the castle in a shade of blue. Shawn watched her in amusement, swearing that he had brought a child with him. That thought was quickly forgotten when the music transitioned into Love Is An Open Door and they exchanged a knowing glance while the young girls in the audience grew increasingly excitable.

“It’s crazy, we finish each other’s-” he started.

“Sandwiches” she finished.

“That’s what I was gonna say!” he said in mock shock in perfect time with projection Hans, splaying a hand across his chest. Throwing her head back in laughter, she had to raise a hand to readjust the mouse ears on her head. The fireworks finale lit up the sky in amazing technicolor and the sparks reflected in her eyes. Grateful for the loud noise of the exploding fireworks, Shawn gushed out a breath at the sight - she was beautiful. And he swore he could see tears welling up in her eyes but she insisted she ‘never cries’ so he decided not to tease her about it and gaze at her for just a moment longer before pressing his lips against hers. Breathing out a muffled giggle against his lips, she reciprocated and wrapped her arms around his neck to try and bring him closer (or lower, given the height difference). Pulling back but still brushing her nose against his, she whispered a ‘thank you’ keeping both hands either side of his face. A smile spread across his face for what he was sure was the millionth time that day.

“Anything for my princess.”

A/N: Have you ever been overloaded with the most fluff ever? YOU HAVE NOW. Okay, so I’m the most unromantic person ever but Disneyland is my second home hence the fluff fest that you just witnessed. This isn’t a descriptive as I would’ve liked it to be but I was trying to portray it as accurately as possible and failed miserably because you can’t ever describe Disneyland accurately. So, please let me know what you thought! x

Sk8er Girl Ch1 (Trixya) - Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?)

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is mainly Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is mainly Katya’s POV.]

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Hyung- Taegi family fluff AU

This fic is based off of @debrennerdrawing^. It’s the most adorable thing ever and so is the rest of her page, you should really go check it out.

“Hyung,” came a high-pitched yell from the door and following the voice was a boy who barreled in through the door and launched himself into the living room.

“Hyung,” he called out again, even louder this time. It was a wonder that whomever he was addressing couldn’t hear him.

He dropped his school bags on the floor upon his entry, and ran in and out of rooms calling out loud for his hyung. He flew in and out of rooms not even pausing to stop and check if anyone was inside and that was why he missed the sight of the slender blonde boy who was distractedly reading on his bed while he nodded his head to the ear splittingly loud music in his ears. 

Despite his noise cancelling headphones he still looked up when the door to his room opened and shut unexpectedly and rather loudly. He sighed to himself and took his headphones off only to be greeted by the yells of the his younger brother which went along the lines of “Hyung,” “Yoongi hyung,” and “Hyung where are you?”.

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House of Cards || kth v. jjk [2]

Originally posted by taehyungifs

House of Cards

  The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Categories: Fluff, Angst

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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Vision deterred,

For a dream deferred,

Falling deeper and deeper into your deception,

He does not mind the distorted perception. 

Thursday nights were usually dotted with homework due the next day and you cozied up in the library surrounded by your endless amount of homework. This had been a common occurrence since your freshman year in high school and as years progressed, even as a freshman of college in your first week, this made no difference - and Jungkook knew this. He had often managed to frequent his visits early on when you started it; mainly to bug you for the answers for chemistry class but also just to be around you since the two of you were nearly etched onto one another.  

After moving you in with your roommate, Hyejin, Jungkook found himself bothered by how you hadn’t cared to text him. Sure, he knew you could have been preoccupied with school work, but Jungkook knew better.  

Jungkook curses to himself as he takes long strides to be standing in front of your dorm, clad in gray sweats and his infamous white tee. Often times, Jungkook found himself acting more like an overprotective boyfriend, but he tried his best to put that thought out of his mind. His pouted lips display his disapproval when he meets the beguiling eyes of Hyejin and not your usual blithe ones.

“Jungkook, how nice to see you.” Hyejin simpers at Jungkook lashes batting as to further coax him into her presence.

“Hey, can you call Y/n out for me?” Jungkook asks softly, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of you but finds none. Worry adores Jungkook’s contours as he turns back to Hyejin.

“She said she went to the library a couple of hours ago,” Hyejin mumbles before tightening her grip on the door. “You’ll probably find her there.”  

 And with that, Jungkook is left standing alone in the corridor of your dorm house before making his way to the university library.  

 Theaters and parks were more of Taehyung’s ideal places, but libraries would sit well with him as long as he could be with you. The fresh smell of books were welcoming to him as he stared over the top of ‘Time Magazine’; watchful eyes gingerly looking over you as you highlighted key portions of the text. Oh, how Taehyung wished that he could approach you - surely you wouldn’t mind? You never seemed to mind the raven haired boy who often could be seen at your side.  

 For the last few years, Taehyung felt his only sense of purpose in observing you. You were, after all, his only source of light in his dark life that consisted of hiding behind corners and stealthily hiding before Jungkook could see him.  

 The very image of the hot-blooded younger man sends Taehyung clutching the magazine tighter; his jaw subconsciously twitching. Observing you for years had led him to observe Jungkook as well. It dawned Taehyung to think that Jungkook could withstand your presence for so long and not be awestruck - and if he was, he did a damn good job of hiding it.

Oh, but then there also had been the times when he hadn’t done such a great job at hiding it and Taehyung had witnessed it unravel each time.

Bringing him out of his thoughts, Taehyung holds his breath when he catches the sight of Jungkook patting your head affectionately and slowly gathering your things. Taehyung clicks his tongue in annoyance at how fast the younger boy acts. How was he able to find himself so comfortable under your gaze? When Taehyung stood in front of you for a mere minute in your dorm just the other day, it sent trembles down his spine and he couldn’t even bare to look Hyejin in the eye.  

“I’m not done, Jungkook.” You whine to your best friend who is presently taking the purple highlighter from your fingers. The drowsiness is evident in your voice.  

Jungkook chuckles softly as he ignores your futile pleas. “It’s Friday night, babe.” He zips your backpack to a close. “You’d live in the library if you could. How about we go catch a movie or to a party?”  

“First off, Jungkook, it’s Thursday night, not Friday. Secondly, movie, yes. Party? No.” You assert in between yawns.

Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief to himself at your sensible actions. You breathed sensibility and that was one trait that Taehyung adored about you. The only potential downside of this trait would be you rejecting him because of it - and that crippled Taehyung to his core at the thought of it. Perhaps that was why he resorted to himself watching you all of the years.  

“We can watch the movie at my dorm. Plus, my dorm mates are out.” Jungkook wiggled his brows at you.  

This was your relationship with Jungkook; him almost always fringing on the balance that was your platonic relationship. Sure, you are attracted to him, but you also had been attracted to many of Jungkook’s friends. Plus, you knew Jungkook to be all bark and no bite. Most of the time.  

You pushed Jungkook slightly back, a laugh contorting in your throat. “We are not that kind of friends, Jeon Jungkook.”

“You should respect me. I’m older than you.” Jungkook fakes a wince as he rubs his chest.  

“Certainly doesn’t feel like it,”  You cheese this time before yawning once more; displaying your blatant tiredness. Jungkook takes notice to the frequent sighs that escaped you and takes your right hand in his left; his own right gripping around your backpack that he briskly placed everything together in. “You’re too good to me, Jungkook.” You state the obvious with a small on your face.  

Whilst waving goodbye to the librarian, Jungkook chuckles. “I know I am,” He swings his arm with yours, fingers interlocking tightly within one another in content.

Only minutes into your walk and just under a mile away from your dorm, the gentle contact from the rain overhead rises as the two of you do your best to duck under storefronts and restaurant awnings to stay dry.  The mist from the dew drops causes the two of you to giggle like school children while trying to stay as dry as possible without having to sacrifice any of your belongings in the process. The lighthearted fun leads Jungkook to ask,  "Remember the first time we walked home together?“

Chewing on your bottom lip, you shake your head 'no’ in disappointment because it was the truth; you hadn’t. Quite frankly, you hadn’t remembered much prior to when you first met Jungkook in first grade. For as long as you could remember, Jungkook had been by your side – even before the two of you talked (you could not confirm this with facts but was fairly certain of this), Jungkook still was a big part of your life.  

"Gosh, Y/N. You don’t remember the first time we held hands?” His words left you blushing for once, despite all of the cheesy compliments and vivacious actions, his memory had to be what drawn you the most and how sentimental he could be under all of the playboy vibes that he often exhibited. “You were wearing this white shirt with cute blue shorts with ruffles on them – oh, and your shirt had polka dots.” His animated explanation temporarily makes you forget about the current weather. “I don’t remember why, it was probably about something little like that Rowoon kid stealing your crayons or something, but you were crying a lot. I gave you my favorite pencil – it was my favorite because it was red and you know how much I loved that color as a kid – oh and-”

Crying? The proposition has you furrowing your brows in confusion.  "Crying?“

"Don’t focus on the small details, I’m trying to be romantic here.” Jungkook shushes you with a joking smile and you laugh back at him. You nod at him as though to tell him to go on. “And I asked if you lived on Ron Street and you said 'no’ and I thought that was the weirdest thing ever because, at the time, no one ever went on Ron Street because of Mr. Kim. I wiped your tears with my thumb and you-”

“I asked if we could walk home together since we lived on the same street.” You add, the memories now formulating in your mind. “It started raining, like tonight, and we ran all the way home.” In the midst of you telling the story, Jungkook had stopped at the red light; left hand gripping your right one with a soft smile.  

“Do you want to do that again?” Jungkook beams at you. The small glints of tawny in his chocolate orbs are more vivid than ever and you feel your heart swell just a bit. “I promise I’ll give you a head start because you’re a girl.”

Jungkook, so engrossed in trying to prove his superiority, is sworn speechless when he watches you take off in front of him with a sneer. His brows knit together before he suddenly crosses the empty street, watching as your oversized hoodie (it was honestly Jungkook’s from two years ago but you never bothered to return it) flapped in the wind. “Y/N-AH!” Was what he screamed the entire way back to the dorms.  

Dark eyes sauntered over your frame as Taehyung watched you speed in front of the cocky teenage boy. Taehyung also adored your adventurous spirit, too. He loved how your eyes lit up when you talked about what you were passionate about; how your voice raises ever so slightly when you were planning to do something lively. Traits that he came to admire led him feeling the most anguish because it was drawn him to you more and more, and one day, he was certain that he would not be able to restrain himself anymore.  

Caring eyes peered to Taehyung’s own vacant ones; the slightest sliver of a smile on Taehyung’s face once he met your own. Tears stain your cheeks and he runs his fingers through his hair to mask the anxiety that ripples through him like a wildfire. “Masterpieces aren’t meant to be destroyed; they’re to be treated with care; with love; with everything that a father would give to his son.” The reference makes Taehyung wince, but you ignore it anyway. “Let me protect you, Taehyung.”  

“You’re only happy when you’re drunk.” Your lips pressed against Taehyung’s ear with a timbre of disappointment. The idea twinges Taehyung’s heart in response. “You’re overflowing Taehyung – you can’t continue on like this forever…. I hope you last, Taehyung.” You caress Taehyung’s cheek with a strained smile. The pain in your eyes immobilizes Taehyung in an instant and he bites hard on his bottom lip to stay silent. “I don’t want to lose you, Tae.” You smile softly at him, head lying on his shoulder while toying with his fingers. “I feel so lost without you… Why did you leave me?”  

Taehyung gulps hard and he, as he always is in your presence, is left breathless. What could he tell you? How could he make you understand something that he barely understood himself? Taehyung’s grip on your hand softens, but he doesn’t let go. He could never let go, even if he wanted to.  

“I know you aren’t happy, living like this.” You lean away from him and the loss of contact leaves Taehyung whimpering subconsciously. Could you not see how much he needed you – but that was the thing. You did know. You always knew. “I want to help you – I love you, Taehyung. Can’t you see that? But how can I get to you when I’m drowning myself? Does that make sense?”  

Once again, Taehyung is left rendered speechless at your profound you are; how breezily you speak your mind to him. How easily you know exactly what he wants to say and when he would say and make your response on that. “But Y/N-”

You straddled Taehyung’s lap, your hands encompassing his cheeks. “I’m holding my hand out to you but you’re not taking it back – do you like rejecting me? Do you like knowing that I will always be here?” You laugh, clearly in hysterics. “It hurts, Tae, so damn much. I have changed because of you – I have changed because of him. That boy – him, he, can be all of the stars in the universe but that wouldn’t matter because I don’t want a star. I don’t want something that will shine. I want the moon, and that’s what you are. We will align, Taehyung, but only if you want us to.” You move from his lap, collecting your jacket and this time it’s Taehyung’s; it’ll always be Taehyung’s.

“The moon? If I’m the moon, then what are you?”  

You swallowed. “You are the moon; and you liked me because I watched you, observed you, learned to love you and accept you for the precious being that you are.” Tears stream down your face and Taehyung can feel the ice noose around his heart. “But I? I am what you make of me Tae… and you what you want is the sun.”

Empty, desolate, nugatory  - all words that swallow Taehyung whole as he jolts up in his own bed. Sweat coats him; on his cheeks, his face, his chest – it envelopes him and he finds himself hyperventilating. Did you mean what you said? Was it honestly okay for him to come to you? To be there for you just as he had always wanted to?  




And just like Taehyung’s sweater, it would always be yes.  

Always and Forever- Scott x reader

Author: @redstringlovers

Characters: Scott x reader

Warnings: fluff and angsty vibes

Word count: 6,013 words

A/N: I wanted to give my boy Scott McCall some love since I haven’t wrote any fics with him until now. This is the longest fic I’ve written so wow. You already know @susybird got me with the proofreading and helping me fill out the missing details. I love you and thank you for being my second eyes on everything I write. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

(Fic based off of this song).

I walk up to the podium, my hands in my pockets so that I don’t give away at the fact that I’m shaking. You got this Scott. Just breathe. I look up to everyone that showed, all of them dressed in black. Lydia and Stiles are sitting front row, her head on his shoulder while he holds her hand, comforting her. Allison and Isaac are next to them, their 8 month old daughter sleeping peacefully next to them while Allison’s face is red and wet from crying. A couple of rows back are Derek and Cora, both looking at me with sad eyes while Cora gives a small smile. The sounds of crying women and children can be heard from a mile away, tears streaming down their face as they all look to me. I take out the piece of paper that had been in my pocket for a couple of weeks now. I clear my throat and begin reading.

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Reyna Writes: Polka Dots and Shell Patterns - A Ninette BTU Remix

Written for @edendaphne‘s birthday~ Now that the blackout is over, I can post it!

Again, happy birthday, Eden! I’m so glad you enjoyed your present! <3


Living in Paris in the age of Hawkmoth meant that Nino had seen a lot of weird shit in his lifetime.

But this moment had to take the cake.

Sure, Nino himself had gotten a Miraculous not too long ago, and was still coming to grips with all that entailed…but to stand here and stare at one of his best friends—a best friend who was smart and pretty—who also, apparently, had a kwami…

“…So it’s true. You’re…you’re Ladybug.

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Drunk Crush Ramblings

In which Grantaire and Eponine whine about their crushes and Montparnasse keeps his silent

featuring: Jehanparnasse, Enjolras, & Eposette. Innuendoes, Sass & Pining

“So, that’s how threesomes happen, right? A no strings attached kind of thing? Though I could do with some ropes.”

Montparnasse snorted, pressing the neck of his beer bottle against his mouth. It wasn’t even the nice kind of beer; it was the first price piss Eponine kept in her fridge in case she had guests to entertain. Montparnasse was a classier guest than most, but the bottle of vodka they had nursed between the three of them―Grantaire, Eponine, and himself―lay empty on the coffee table, so the bottled urine would have to do.

“Oh Honey,” Montparnasse smirked, his head lolling dramatically towards Grantaire, “you couldn’t handle me in bed if you tried.”

“I have very large hands,” Grantaire retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sprawled on the couch, his leg stadling the arm rest, Grantaire looked even more like a mess than he usually did. But he was a tolerable mess, and an entertaining one at that, so Montparnasse just played along and nudged his thigh from his end of the couch. Across from them, slumped on a moth-eaten armchair, Eponine was giggling at them.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager to fuck Enjolras out of your head, R,” she said, whistling slightly in her beer bottle.

Montparnasse quirked an eyebrow in her direction. The name was familiar, but he had never been bothered to learn the names of all of Grantaire’s friends. The man was an IKEA kit who came which too many spare parts.

“Blondie,” Eponine explained.

Oh. A sly smile grew on Montparnasse’s lips, and he reached for the cigarettes he kept in his jacket.

“Blondie, eh?” he quipped, a cigarette locked at the corner of his lips. “Typical. I’m even slightly disappointed.”

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Favorite Things-chapter 2

Favorite Things Masterlist

Summary- Max goes to Avonlea’s for dinner. They get to know each other.

Author’s note- Just dinner, awkward flirting, angst. You know, typical first date. So, I have this story sort of mapped out. Don’t expect all my updates to come this fast. I’m just excited. I’ll calm down eventually plus I still have Sunny Days to work on and another prompt for Red Velvet with the King. Let me know what you think. If you want on or off the tag list just tell me. Thanks!

Word Count- 2.5kish

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Originally posted by mypapawinchester

Max showered and tended to his injured hand. He had few cuts but, hopefully, Avonlea wouldn’t notice. He dressed in a white button down shirt and some jeans. He wasn’t sure what to wear. His nerves were starting to get the best of him. He was pacing. At this rate he would work up a sweat if he didn’t calm down. He needed to buy her a gift. He had seen her drinking wine. That was something people bought for these types of things.

He walked into the living room where August sat staring at the television. Since his strokes in the past year, his health had deteriorated and left him even more bitter and angry than he was before. His life had been filled with disappointment and tragedy. In his mind, the world owed him for his suffering, but had only repaid him with a grandson that reminded him of the man that took his daughter from him.

“August, I’m going out for dinner. There’s left overs in the fridge. Let’s do your medicine before I leave.”

“Out for dinner?” August sneered, “You mean you’re going to the new tenant’s apartment. You think you’ll be able to keep this one? She’ll realize what you really are and leave. Just like the other one.”

Max tried not to let his eyes fill with tears. Any show of weakness in front of August always resulted in physical pain. Luckily, now the worst he could manage was a slap. The best Max could do was remain silent and hope that August would move on.

“You’re not going to defend yourself? It’s because you know I’m right. What woman would want a weak pervert like you?”

Max loaded the syringe, cleaned the area with some alcohol, and gently placed the needle under his grandfather’s weathered skin. He knew his grandfather was right. He was weak. He was perverted. It was the reason he was going to dinner. He couldn’t stay away from her. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t leave.

“Goodnight, August,” he left his grandfather alone in the apartment. He went out in the hallway and stood outside her door. He leaned his against the wood breathing deeply….knowing she was inside helped calm him. She wanted to see him. She was cooking for him…for them…not someone else. That thought was enough for him to gather his courage and go buy the wine he had thought of earlier.

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Toddler Shenanigans

Originally posted by boy-toy-mccoy

(ooh I chose a new picture you guys! Still not mine though)

Rating: Everyone

Characters: Bones, Reader, Daughter, Sulu,

Summary: Reader is at the end of her rope. She is stressed and is dealing with depression and needs a break from being mom. Bones pulls some strings and saves the day, then is a fantastic husband. Just fluff and happiness.

Warnings: depression mention, emotional breakdowns, couple argument, stressful, temper tantrums, toddler time! UNEDITED

Tags: @yourtropegirl

Author’s note: Just another part of my parenthood series. I may end up making a series for kirk as a parent too, but I haven’t decided. Also, what should I call this series because these random parts are starting to bother my ocd.

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As you sat at your desk in the quarters you shared with your family, Violet was rummaging through a random drawer. She had just reached the 16-month-old mark, and had started to walk. In other words, she had become a handful. Over the past year, you have gone from an engineering officer to a communications officer. Back at the academy you had insisted on having a double major. Most thought that you were insane for wanting additional work, but it made you extremely valuable to the enterprise. After the birth of Violet, and after your maternity leave, you had requested a job transfer. Leonard had convinced you that being down with Scotty all day was going to put him in an early grave. Captain Kirk saw the request and did something even better, he gave you a job you could accomplish from your quarters so that you could spend all day with your daughter.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a prompt of Betty showing up to school dressed in those 50s style polka dot dresses, red lips with 50s curled hair and Juggie just completely lost of words/smitten with the her. I've been having this idea ever since his retro dream sequence.

This was a cute request! I made it a short one, but I hope you still like it! 

A/N: I’m pretty sure that homecoming/spirit week is primarily an American tradition so in case you’re not sure what it is, I left a description under the cut.

Jughead crumpled up the Spirit Week poster, tossing it into the trashcan across the hallway before turning back to Archie to roll his eyes at the dozens of classmates strutting past them in their poodle skirts and rolled up jeans and leather jackets.

“I loathe this week,” Jughead muttered, leaning against Archie’s locker as he grabbed his books from the bottom shelf and shut the door. “Why does the Homecoming committee think that dressing up in outfits from decades of which we weren’t even a speck on our parents’ radar, shows any shred of school spirit whatsoever?”

“It’s called fun Jughead,” Veronica pointed out, coming up from behind Archie and making room for herself in the circle that was forming around them. “A word that remains to go unused in your ever-growing list of extensively useless vocabulary terms.”

“Excuse me for not jumping onto the bandwagon of senseless high school traditions,” Jughead spat, gesturing to his normal uniform of a plaid shirt and dark jeans. “But just because I chose to come to school today without my saddle shoes and denim on denim ensemble like Archibald over here doesn’t mean I have any less school spirit than I did yesterday.”

“You don’t have any school spirit,” Kevin reminded him. “Ever.”

“My point exactly,” Jughead told him, turning away from the group and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

“Well I think the fact that the sophomore class got the 50′s as their decade is a fabulous excuse to test out my vintage cat eye sunglasses,” Veronica pulled them from her purse, slipping the black-rimmed frames onto her head and striking a pose. “What do you think?”

“Holy Audrey Hepburn reincarnated,” Kevin gasped, a hand moving up to rest dramatically over his heart. “I’m dying.”

“Come on, Jug, it’s all in good fun,” Archie reminded him. “We could use it after everything we’ve gone through lately. Plus we get out of sixth period for the assembly so it can’t be all bad.”

“Now that’s something I can get spirited about,” Jughead admitted, smirking at Archie as Veronica and Kevin fawned over her outfit with ear-piercing oohs and awes.

“Where is Betty by the way?” Archie wondered, glancing around the hallway for any sign of his long-time best friend.

“She said something about helping her mom with some project at the house,” Jughead explained. “Cryptic and terrifying as that sounds, I’m glad they’re spending so much time together lately.”

“So am I,” Veronica agreed, her lips twitching up into a smirk as she turned to raise a mischievous eyebrow at Jughead. “Plus, I know all about that little project and trust me, you’re going to die when you see it.”

“Why do I find it increasingly difficult to trust your judgment on these sorts of things,” Jughead muttered, his brows furrowing together as he met her smile with a skeptical frown.

“No really, you’re going to thank me,” Veronica assured him, turning her gaze away from her friends to scroll through her phone as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  

“Oh so now you’re the one solely responsible for this secret project that no one else has heard of until now,” Jughead teased, picking at a chipping fleck of paint on Archie’s locker as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Obviously,” Veronica scoffed, rolling her eyes before opening a text message on her phone and throwing her arms out to the side dramatically. “Shhh! Everyone, I just got a text from Betty. She just got here.”

“Great, she can help me at the Blue and Gold before homeroom and-” Jughead started to say, but was immediately cut off by Veronica turning his body to face the double doors that led into the school from the parking lot.

His mouth dropped open, and the world went dead silent around him as he focused on the golden-haired beauty standing in the doorway. It was as if she had been plucked straight from a 1950′s sitcom, her black and white polka dot dress swishing around her legs as she turned to greet a few of her friends at the door.

“Whoa,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the sun shone in from the window, reflecting beautifully on her curled hair and creating a glow around her head that he had never quite seen before.

“Oh my god, she’s like a blonde Natalie Wood,” Kevin muttered from behind him, watching in awe as Betty made her way over to the group. “I love it so much.”

“Hey guys, what’d I miss?” Betty asked, her smile lighting up her entire face as she turned to face Jughead.

“Jughead was just telling us how much he hated Homecoming week,” Veronica filled her in, her eyes dancing amusedly as she observed Jughead’s bewildered expression at the sight of his girlfriend looking so made-up. “Do you still feel that way, Jug?”

“I think it’s starting to grow on me,” Jughead mumbled, his breath catching in his throat as he took in her entire look from head to toe.

“That’s what I thought,” Veronica smirked, linking her arm through Betty’s and quickly pulling her closer to Jughead. “No man can resist Betty Cooper in a vintage, one of a kind, straight out of her grandmother’s wardrobe, polka dot dress.”

Veronica pushed Kevin and Archie away from the couple to give them some privacy, leaving them to stand alone by the lockers, gaping at the other with goofy grins and fast-paced heartbeats.

“That dress,” Jughead breathed, his gaze dropping down to the silky fabric that was pulled in slightly at the waist, accentuating her curves in the best ways possible. “It really suits you.”

“Oh this old thing,” Betty brushed off the compliment, smoothing down the front of the dress with her hands and smiling up at him. “It was just sitting at the front of my closet, practically begging me to wear it today. No big deal.”

“Well you look beautiful,” Jughead told her, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and glancing down to meet her smile with one of his own.

“I think Jughead finally found his school spirit,” Archie pointed out from across the hallway, watching as Betty took Jughead’s hand in hers, leaning into one another as they laughed flirtatiously against the lockers.

“And he only had to travel back to 1956 to find it,” Veronica smirked, twirling her sunglasses around with her fingers and shrugging. “Who knew.”

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The Reader Project #2 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Au: The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion (kinda)

Summary: Lin, a 37-year-old single successful actor and playwright who has had no real success in romantic relationships, creates a checklist to be filled out by any and all interested bachelorettes in effort to find the perfect girl for him to silence his mother’s nagging for Lin to find love and to provide her with grandchildren. Reader works in a bar in Midtown Manhattan while getting her Master of Music from Juilliard.  

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 2528

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Coaxing Phillipa Soo into giving any valuable advice regarding relationships was like trying to lick your elbow, almost impossible.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give advice, she was more than willing to butt herself into anyone and everyone’s personal life, but, she refused to share any of her wisdom before Lin told her, in great detail, his situation and answered any and all questions she had (which was always a lot).  

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Summary: It’s the perfect night to dance. Amy is super excited for Station Square’s annual Spring Fling, and she’s hoping to get the slow dance of her dreams with the one and only Sonic The Hedgehog. But, her efforts to make her night amazing are greatly threatened by an unexpected turn of events that may lead to a not-so happy ending. Will Amy finally spend the perfect night with her hero? Or, will it be a perfect disaster?


 “So, Amy, what are we shopping for today?” Cream the Rabbit asked, happily skipping along a hot sidewalk in the middle of Station Square. Amy Rose smiled in response, taking Cream’s hand and swinging it back and forth as they made their way towards the Station Square Mall. 

“Well, I was hoping we could get some lunch, first! Then, we could get some new matching earrings for springtime!” Amy said with a smile. Cream’s eyes lit up at Amy’s splendid idea as they quickly made their way to a cute little cafe.

  They both walked in the door and each of them ordered their lunch. After Amy paid the cashier, the two girls found a table and sat down to chat. They talked the usual gossip, pausing every so often to take a bite of their sandwiches or a sip from their milkshakes. Cream flicked her pink polka dotted straw and let it spin around in her cup. “So, how are you and Mr. Sonic? Tell me everything!” Cream said, resting her cheek on her hand.

  Amy blushed and took a sip from her milkshake. She looked away in embarrassment. “Well, nothing much has changed. He’s still as stubborn as ever…I was thinking about asking him out on a date, but I don’t know where we could go.” she said, tapping her chin in thought.

 “Ooh! What about the Spring Fling? Momma told me that it’s this Saturday! Maybe you and Mr. Sonic could come too!” Cream said, gently clapping her hands together in excitement. Amy almost choked on her milkshake, and she slammed her hand on the table.

“IT’S THIS SATURDAY?!” Amy said, unaware of the cashier’s startled look. Cream quickly caught her sandwich before it toppled over the table, and shyly nodded her head.


 Amy suddenly stood up and grabbed all of her things. Cream was dragged out of the cafe and ended up dropping her milkshake on the sidewalk. She felt a sting in her heart as its contents dripped all over the concrete floor.

 “Come on, Cream! There’s no time to waste! We have to buy our dresses!” Amy said, running as fast as she could towards the mall. Cream followed closely behind, not surprised with Amy’s excited behavior. She felt a bit of sweat drip down the side of her face.

 “Er, shouldn’t you ask Sonic to the dance first?” Cream asked. Amy screeched to a halt, almost causing Cream to crash into her. Amy crossed her arms, tapping into her Sonic radar, which somehow grew stronger the longer she spent with her hero. Cream tilted the side of her head as she watched Amy fall deep into thought. The young rabbit wondered how somebody could be so good at finding someone, it was so unusual. Then again, Cream learned not to question the power of love, well, at least the power of Amy’s love.

 Amy interrupted Cream’s thoughts by taking her hand.

 “Let’s go!” 


  Back at Tails’ workshop, Tails was slumped over a hunk of metal and groaning. Sonic was in front of him, laughing so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. Tails abruptly sat up and rubbed his behind.

 “Oww! Watch where you point that thing!” he growled. Sonic wheezed and collapsed to the floor. “AhAHAHA! I-I’m SO SO-SORRY!!! PFFT HAHAHAHA!!” he barely had a breath to spare when Amy suddenly burst through the door. Sonic and Tails looked towards the entrance. Amy was standing proudly with her hands on her hips and a determined look in her eye, while Cream awkwardly poked her head inside and asked what was so funny. The boys glanced at each other and Sonic snorted.

“I may or may not have accidentally shot Tails in the butt with a laser gun.” 

“Yeah. And it HURT!” Tails cried, frowning and yanking the weapon out of Sonic’s hand. The girls giggled, which caught Sonic’s attention.

   Sonic made eye contact with Amy and felt his stomach lurch. As quick as he could, he stumbled past Tails and tried to make a break for it, but ended up tripping over the pile of scrap metal and smacking his face into the floor. He didn’t let that phase him though, and he tried to jump back on his feet. But, he was too late, and Amy easily pinned him down. 

  “Ha! You’re not escaping me this time!” Amy said victoriously. Sonic groaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

 “You just got lucky that I tripped.” he remarked, but Amy seemed to ignore his comment. Cream gave Tails a weary look, as if she were apologizing for Amy’s behavior. Tails returned her gaze and shrugged his shoulders.

 “So, uh..what are you two doing all the way out here? I thought it was girls night..” Tails said, scratching the back of his head. Amy sat up and grinned. She hopped off of Sonic’s back and helped him stand up again. Amy batted her eyes as Sonic brushed himself off, which earned her an uncomfortable look in response.

 “Well, I came here to ask Sonic a question!” Amy said, clasping her hands together and rocking back and forth. Sonic raised an eyebrow and flicked some dust bunnies off of his gloves.

 “Oh really? Lay it on me.” he said. Amy felt her heart suddenly speed up. She wanted nothing more than to take his hand and dance the night away. She giggled, imagining how handsome he’d look in a fancy tuxedo. But, before any of that could happen, she needs to pop the question.

 “I was wondering if you would like to go to the Spring Fling with me this Saturday, as my date.” she said, dramatically turning away and covering her rosy cheeks. Sonic felt his face heat up and quickly averted his eyes, scratching the back of his head. 

“Oh, erm…” Sonic said uncomfortably. He shuffled his feet a bit and stared at the floor. Tails watched Sonic’s body language closely, and suddenly got a wicked, terrible, idea. He smirked, chuckling under his breath.

 “…It…sounds nice,” Sonic said slowly. Amy’s eyes lit up and she went in for a hug. Sonic stepped back, dodging her. He thought for a moment, dragging out his response. 

“I dunno, Amy…it’ll be kinda hard finding a suit. I mean, tomorrow’s Friday, surely there’d be nothing left by then?” Sonic shrugged his shoulders, hoping Amy would change her mind. Amy opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and frowned. Sonic peered down at her expression and faintly smiled. He was in the clear!

 “Well, Sonic, that’s not exactly true, I’m sure we could find something to wear on Saturday!” Tails said abruptly. Sonic’s eyes widened. He gave the fox a look of terror. Tails merely shrugged his shoulders and shot a look of satisfaction towards him. Sonic felt as if he was literally stabbed in the back. Tails, his best buddy for life, was a traitor.

 “Oh! You wanna come too, Tails?” said Amy. Tails nodded his head. Sonic opened his mouth to object, but no words came out. Amy smiled and bounced on her toes.

 “Ooh! It can be a double date! Tails can go with Cream, and I’ll go with Sonic!” she cooed, taking Sonic’s hand and staring lovingly into his eyes.

“Wouldn’t that be fun??” she said.


“Oh, totally fun! We’ll see you there!” Tails cheered. Amy squealed and bounced around, still holding onto Sonic’s hands. Sonic gave Amy an awkward smile, then shot a dirty look in Tails’ direction. If he only knew the kind of sick revenge he was in for, he wouldn’t have dared to accept Amy’s request.

  “So, is that a yes?” Amy asked.

 Sonic stared at her and let out a defeated sigh.

He had no choice, didn’t he? 

 Sonic rubbed his finger just below his nose, feeling very awkward. He tried to smile to hide his betrayal by his so called best friend, and smiled at her. He glanced at Tails and Cream, and felt a bit of relief. At least he and Amy weren’t gonna be super lovey dovey around the little ones…he hoped. The last thing he wants is to give Tails the satisfaction of watching him become a nervous wreck when Amy got a little too friendly.

 “Tell you what, I’ll go with you. But…please, no cuddling or anything like that, deal?” he said. Amy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She let go of his hands and jumped around some more.

 “Eep! This is gonna be so fun! And Tails and Cream would look so cute in matching outfits!” Amy said, looking towards Tails with a warm smile. Tails grinned, giving Amy a thumbs up. Cream nervously stared at her feet. She glanced at Tails for a brief second.

 “Um, I guess I’ll see you on Saturday, hehe.” she said bashfully, turning away.

  Tails’ face flushed. He laughed in an attempt to act like he wasn’t a little bit shy as well. He reached out to shake Cream’s hand, which was incredibly difficult for him to do all of a sudden. “Um…I guess so.” he said. Tails bit the inside of his cheek, not sure what to say next. 

 “Oh, that reminds me! You and I are gonna have to match too…so, don’t buy a suit until I buy my dress, okay?” Amy said, poking Sonic’s chest. Sonic nodded and waved goodbye as the girls left to go dress shopping. Once the girls disappeared, Tails laughed and poked Sonic’s side. 

“Next time, if you want me to save your butt, don’t shoot mine.” he sniggered, walking back inside. Sonic puffed his cheeks and growled. 

“It’s not like I wanted to shoot you in the butt!”


“Ugh, this is such a pain. Why did I ever agree to this?” Sonic said irritably, trying to adjust the white bowtie he had around his neck. Tails chuckled, standing still as Vanilla put his royal blue bowtie on. Vanilla walked towards Sonic and fixed the bow, grinning broadly at the sight of Sonic’s face.  

 “Erm…what are you so happy about?” he asked.

 Vanilla laughed and fixed his tux, pulling and yanking his body so he could stand straight, which quickly annoyed Sonic. Once she was finished, Vanilla winked and pulled out a boutonniere with a pink rose on it. She pinned it over his heart. 

 “Let’s just say, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” said Vanilla, disappearing into Cream’s bedroom. Sonic gulped nervously. He looked over to Tails, who looked very pleased with himself. 

“Would it be bad if I just ran away right now? Or would that seem inconsiderate?” he asked.

  Tails gave Sonic a confused look, unsure if he were serious or not. Tails opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. The two broke their stares when footsteps began approaching them. The boys both instinctively puffed their chests out a bit, awaiting their dates. 

  The first to appear was Cream. She was shy, slowly walking into view in her white gown. She also had on little blue flats and a flower crown made of blue irises. Sonic caught a glimpse of Tails smiling out of the corner of his eye. Tails quickly ran his fingers through his bangs and went to take Cream’s hand, which he did rather awkwardly.

 “Hello, hehe.” he said. Sonic smirked and nudged Tails with his elbow.

“Admit it, you think she’s pretty.” he whispered. Tails crossed his arms and ignored Sonic, trying to hide his red face. Cream smiled and stood next to Tails, bouncing on her toes.

 “Just wait until you see Amy, Sonic! She looks amazing!” she said excitedly. Sonic playfully rolled his eyes and nervously tugged at his collar.

Back in Cream’s bedroom, Amy was standing in front of a mirror. She ran her fingers through her quills to get rid of any tangles, and stared intently into her reflection, taking a deep breath.

“Okay, Amy, tonight is the night. This date is going to be perfect. Just stay calm, and he’ll sweep you off your feet in no time!” she said to herself, smiling nervously. She was so concentrated on her reflection that she didn’t notice Vanilla slip into the room. The rabbit walked over and tapped Amy on her shoulder.

“Psst, are you ready? Sonic’s waiting for you.” said Vanilla. Amy felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of his name. She glanced down at her dress, feeling a bit disappointed. It just so happened that her prefect dress was nowhere in sight while at the mall, so she had to settle with something simple. But, she didn’t want to let it get to her, so she spun around, giving Vanilla a determined look.

“Yes, I am! I have it all planned out, Vanilla. When we get to the party, it’ll be dinnertime, so I’m gonna try to get a table for Sonic and I to be alone at. Oh, and while we’re eating, we’ll confess our undying love for each other and then we’ll walk out onto the dancefloor and-” Vanilla placed a finger over Amy’s lips to silence her.

“Save the story until after the party, I wanna hear all the gossip!” Vanilla said with a wink. Amy nodded her head and gave Vanilla a hug. The rabbit sighed proudly, blinking back tears.

“You look so beautiful! It seems like yesterday when you showed up on my doorstep with Cream. Hehe, you were still wearing your cute little orange tutu back then,” she teased, poking Amy’s nose.

“And now you’re all grown up! Oh, I’m so proud of you, Amy. Sonic isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you! Just watch where he puts those hands!” 

Amy beamed. She was already itching to get the heck out of there and dance the night away.

“Did it really hurt that bad?” Cream asked, frowning.

Tails pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Yes, My butt was so badly burned I could barely move…”

Sonic groaned.

“Oh COME ON, you’re exaggerating!”

Just before the two boys could bicker, everyone’s attention was grabbed by gentle taps from a pair of heels coming from the hallway.

Sonic held his breath and squinted his eyes shut, waiting for the bone crushing hug that was about to come. But, the tapping of heels stopped, and Sonic was still breathing normally with no tackling or broken bones. He heard Tails quietly gasp and Cream clap giddily.

 “Hello?” said a voice. Sonic opened his eyes and saw Amy standing before him. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised.

 There she was, standing in a simple white dress with a pink floral pattern. It was strapless, and the bodice fit snuggly around her tiny body. The skirt flared out and ended just above her knees. It was like silk, with more flower petals distributed sparsely around the entire skirt. The fabric was so gentle and light that Sonic imagined it felt like a cloud when touched.

 Sonic’s eyes traveled up to her face. She was smiling confidently, batting her eyes. Her quills were curled at the tips, and she was wearing a flower crown with pink roses, most likely to match with Cream. Sonic studied her facial features a little closer, realizing that she was wearing a bit of lipstick and mascara. He was so distracted by Amy’s appearance that his mouth moved on its own before he could think of what to say next. 

“..Hi…” he mumbled, gawking at her. Amy raised a brow and leaned closer, smirking.

“What was that?” she asked, suppressing a laugh. Sonic blinked twice and stared at her for a little longer before snapping himself out of whatever void his brain fell into. He scratched the back of his head and nervously laughed.“You, er..You look going! Let’s get pretty, haha!” he replied.


Sonic took a moment to think about what he just said, and he smacked his forehead into his palm.

“No, wait! I mean-um…hehe..ahem,” he looked away, feeling butterflies swarm his stomach. His cheeks were starting to heat up.

“I- er…You look…really nice..” he finally said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but it was too late now. Amy’s smile faltered a bit. That could mean anything! She decided to shake it off and hope that he was just nervous.

“Hehe, thank you, Sonic! You look very handsome in your new suit. It’s so…suave.” Amy cooed, stepping closer to him.

 Sonic gulped, feeling beads of sweat form on his face as she took his hand. He felt his heart rate suddenly skyrocket as soon as their hands touched. Sonic forced his lips shut and looked around. Why did she always have to flirt with him? It was like she knew exactly what it took to get under his skin. He was about ready to bolt out of there when Tails chimed in to save the day.

“So, shouldn’t we get going?” he said, pointing towards the front door. Sonic let out a sigh of relief and hesitantly followed the rest of the group. Amy squeezed his hand a bit, as if she needed a sign that she wasn’t dreaming. 

 It took about ten minutes before they finally reached their destination. The four stood in front of the giant banquet hall and stared in awe at the giant doors before them. Sonic watched as Tails and Cream skipped inside without a care in the world. He sighed, already wondering what kind of magical power Tails wielded to be so chill tonight.

Sonic and Amy stepped inside of the banquet hall and were taken aback by the amount of beautiful decorations everywhere. The walls were covered with hundreds of flowers, the dancefloor was lit up with pink lights, music was playing loudly, and there were a ton of people mingling and having fun. 

  Sonic let out a whistle, impressed by the decorations. Amy seized his hand once again and dragged him towards the middle of the floor, searching for a table for them to sit at. It was much harder than she initially thought. She frowned, unable to find a table that wasn’t already occupied. Sonic tapped her shoulder and pointed toward Tails and Cream, who were gesturing them to come over and sit.

  Amy stared at them for a moment, and reluctantly followed Sonic and sat down at the table. She took a deep breath and took the moment to sneak little glances at her date sitting beside her. She grinned, feeling her heart speed up again. 

 “So, how have you been? It’s been quite a while since we got to spend time together. I was missing flirting with you, hehe.” she said, hoping to keep him entertained with a bit of small talk. Sonic didn’t seem to hear her as he ripped tiny pieces of paper from his napkin. He rolled them up in tiny little balls to flick at Tails when the fox wasn’t looking. Amy pressed her lips together, feeling a bit awkward.

 “Er, Sonic? Helllooo….Sonic!” 

  Sonic looked over at Amy, twitching his ear with curiosity. “Yes?” he said. Amy opened her mouth to repeat herself, but paused. She glanced over at Cream and nodded towards Tails. The girls seemed to communicate without words, giving each other subtle signals and clues as to what to do next. Cream’s eyes widened and she immediately stood up. 

 “Hey, Tails? Could you come with me to get punch?” she asked, winking at Amy.  Amy smiled warmly as the two kids happily walked off, leaving her and Sonic alone. Sonic smirked as his little buddy disappeared into the crowd with his date.

 “Heh, it’s kinda weird seeing Tails with a date..and kinda funny.” he said, chuckling. Amy smiled and nodded. 

 “Yeah, I guess so,” she looked away, wondering what to say next.

“Maybe they’ll grow up and get married someday.” she said, laughing. Sonic gave her a weirded out look and rolled his eyes.

 “Now THAT would be somethin’ else..” he said.

 Amy looked around, her eyes scanning around the room in search of something they could do. Before she could say anything, Sonic suddenly popped up and grinned like a madman.

“HOLY CRAP, I LOVE THIS SONG!” he yelled, dashing onto the dancefloor and leaving Amy on her own. Amy blinked, in shock of what just happened. She gasped and hurried after him after realizing what he’d done.

“Sonic, wait up!!” she exclaimed.  

  Amy clawed her way through the huge crowd of people dancing, in search of her date. She began to sweat, this date was going downhill extremely fast, and she was totally freaking out. Fortunately for her, she happened to bump into Tails and Cream. “Oof! Oh! Have you guys seen Sonic? He just ran off to dance, but I can’t find him!” she said.

 The two kids gave each other a confused look.

“WHAT?!” they both yelled. 

 “I said, where is SONIC?” Amy replied.






“OH FOR THE LOVE OF-” Amy was interrupted by a group of people cheering. She rushed over, trying to see through the crowd. When she finally found a spot to squeeze through, she discovered Sonic breakdancing in the middle of a circle of people, grinning arrogantly as the crowd cheered him on. Amy crossed her arms, shaking her head in embarrassment. She hoped that when it was time to dance, she’d be dancing with him, but he seemed to be having too much fun at the moment. So, she let this one instance slide. 

  Sonic got into a hand stand and made eye contact with her, giving her an excited smile. Amy playfully rolled her eyes, clapping for him. Sonic narrowed his eyes at her, and stood back on his feet. As the crowd cleared and flooded the dancefloor, he pointed a finger at her and beckoned her over. Amy grinned and scurried over to him, taking his hand and swaying to the music. 

  “You know, you could have at least told me what you were doing before ditching me. We’re on a date, remember? We’re supposed to dance together. ” she said, shaking her head. Sonic quickly averted his eyes and felt his face flush. 

“Oops, sorry…” he replied. Amy grinned, bumping her hip into Sonic’s, which caused him to stumble a little bit. 

“There, now we’re even! Haha!” 

Sonic bit his cheek, straightened out his tuxedo and brushed himself off. 

 “Be careful! This is a rental!” he said. Amy smiled and continued to dance.

  Across the room, Tails and Cream were standing by the snack counter, sipping on sodas and munching on gummy worms and cookies. The two watched as their best friends’ date seemed to be going really well. Tails took a sip from his soda can and leaned over towards Cream.

 “They seem to be having fun.” he said casually. Cream nodded as she took a huge bite from her cookie. 

 “Mmhm! I hope they kiss!” she said dreamily. Tails cringed and shook his head.

“Eww, gross! I hope I’m not watching if it happens.” he remarked, sticking his tongue out to prove his point. Cream giggled. She wondered why it grossed him out so much, though. Perhaps boys are just not into love like girls are. She was just about to ask when a stranger bumped into her.

 “Whaoah!” She fell over, saved at the last second by Tails. He caught her hand, and pulled her back up.

“You okay?” he asked, giving her a worried look. Cream blushed incredibly hard, She stared at him for a moment before brushing herself off in embarrassment. 

  “Y-yes! I’m okay, thank you!” she said. Tails raised a brow, perplexed by her odd behavior.

  Meanwhile, Sonic and Amy were still on the dance floor. Amy swooned as Sonic took her hand and playfully spun her around. Her heart swelled, loving the way he was smiling at her. Looks like her date was going well after all! 

 “So, Sonic, are there any new adventures you and Tails will be going on?” she asked, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. Sonic looked towards the floor and crossed his arms. 

“Nahh, I don’t think so. I think we might take a break on the big crazy stuff and chillax. It would be nice to go on a vacation.” he replied.

 “Sonic, your entire life is basically a vacation. I mean, is there anywhere on this planet you haven’t gone to?” said Amy. Sonic opened his mouth to say something, but had no words to contribute to the conversation. He shrugged his shoulders with a defeated look. Sonic suddenly felt his stomach grumble, and he looked down at his tummy. He licked his lips and glanced over to the snack bar, where endless treats awaited him. 

 “Hey, you hungry? I’m gonna get something to eat.” he said, pointing towards the gigantic cake sitting on the table across the room. Amy nodded her head and followed him, feeling a bit hungry herself. 

 Once they made it to the snack bar, Sonic grabbed a plate and started piling on food. Everybody knew Sonic was the type to eat with his eyes, but once they actually saw just how much he can shove down his throat in one sitting, people began to wonder how he was able to stay so thin. Amy watched in embarrassment as other party goers began to stare in shock. She tapped his shoulder.

“Erm..Sonic? Don’t you think you should leave some for the rest of us?” she asked. Sonic took a moment to inspect his mountain of sweets. He nodded in agreement, and put a single brownie back before happily trotting towards their table. Amy took a moment to apologize to the people waiting in line before awkwardly scurrying over to Sonic. She noticed a piece of jello slipping off his plate, but was too focused on the task at hand to pick it up 

  “Are you sure you won’t get sick eating all those?” Amy asked.

 “Oh, please. I got this.” 

  Amy shook her head in shock. How could he physically do it?! As humorous as it was, it still freaked her out very much. 

   She looked down at her hands and twiddled her thumbs. Sonic took his chair and placed it next to her. He sat down and stared at the crowd of people on the dance floor.

 “You’re such a goof.” she said.

  Sonic turned towards her, raising a brow. Before he could reply, the DJ’s voice came over the speaker.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time we take it slow. So, grab a partner and make some sweet memories!” he said in a low, flirty voice. Sonic looked up as the room became dimmer and a few pink lights lit up the dance floor. The music began to play and couples began to pull each other close. Sonic sat in silence and curiously watched the couples dance. 

  He looked over to Amy, who seemed to be too busy staring at the floor to even notice what was going on. He frowned, feeling like she may be a little bored with him. He silently examined her, faintly smiling at the way she nervously fidgeted.

 He suddenly had an idea. Smiling, Sonic stood up and offered his hand to Amy. Amy slowly looked up, her stomach fluttered at the sight of his hand. She slowly blinked in surprise. The two stared at each other for a moment, then Sonic took the pink rose pinned to his tux and stared at it in his palms.. 

“Look, I know this is probably the only reason you asked me to come here, so…” he knelt down. 

  Amy’s eyes widened. Was he doing what she thought he was doing?

Sonic stuck the rose over Amy’s heart. He took her hand and helped her stand up. Amy’s heart began to beat faster.

“Will you dance with me?” he asked. 

 Amy beamed, holding back giggles of excitement. The singer’s voice filled the silence between them.

“Pain is just a consequence of love, I’m saying sorry for the sake of us..”

Amy gulped and timidly nodded her head and reached out to accept his hand.

    “OH my GOSH! It’s Sonic The Hedgehog!!” said a female voice. A glamorous raccoon scurried over to them. She was wearing a very form-fitting purple dress with one shoulder strap gorgeous silver jewels decorated the bodice.

Her hair was twisted up into a very beautiful and elegant bun, and she was wearing purple eyeshadow and a matte red lipstick. The girl smiled confidently at Sonic, not even giving Amy the slightest inclination that she knew she was sitting there.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it’s really you!! Ugh, I’m such a huge fan! Can I please have a picture?!” she said excitedly, pulling out her cellphone. Sonic was a bit startled at first, but he decided to be nice and allow her to take the photo.

 Amy felt a huge spike of jealousy as the girl leaned over and placed her arm around Sonic. She pressed her cheek against his, puckering her lips as if she were about to kiss him. Sonic awkwardly smiled as the picture was taken. Then, suddenly, as the camera flashed, the girl turned her head and planted a kiss right on Sonic’s lips.

 Amy suddenly found herself almost lunging at the girl, but she caught herself at the last second. Her cheeks were heating up and a hidden flame erupted within her, causing her blood to boil with rage.

“Thank you so much! Say, you look so much cuter in person. You must have a really good girl in your life, huh?” said the girl. Amy felt her face soften a little as the girl glanced at her for a brief moment. Sonic swallowed air and tried to reply, but was so flustered by what she had just done that he didn’t come up with a response in time. The girl placed a hand on Sonic’s shoulder, sneaking a proud smirk towards Amy.

“Maybe not…look, if you ever want a woman in your life, give me a call~” she said with a flirty wink. Sonic frowned and touched his lips as the girl blew a kiss at him and sashayed away. Amy let out an angry groan, grabbing her fork and stabbing it into the table. Sonic turned towards his date and placed his knuckle in between his teeth. 

“Grrrr! She totally did that on purpose!” Amy said, ready to toss the table at the girl’s head. Sonic pressed his lips together and shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Amy. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything-” he said.

“She did too! I could tell! She was trying to get me jealous! That little..grrr!!!!” Amy puffed her cheeks out and her ears were getting redder and redder. Sonic stood up and cautiously approached Amy. 

“Well, you’re not gonna let her win, are ya? I know you’re mad, but it’s not worth it!” 

 Amy stared at Sonic for a moment. Her eyes landed on the red lipstick smudged across his mouth. Her gaze hardened and she sat down.

“Maybe not, but you didn’t do much to stop it from happening.” 

~Continue till the end, my dude <3~

~Alrighty! This is gonna be fun! :Db~

Sonic, in a moment of defeat, took a big breath in and let it puff out of his nose slowly… staring at Amy, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy to recover from.

Trust him, it wasn’t easy getting over the shock of a surprised kiss either…

He let his hands dangle a bit before reaching up and smudging away the lipstick from his face.

“Alright… Alright… fair enough.” he pretended to walk up to someone behind her, and peeked back to smile at her before continuing his act.

“Uh, excuse me? Sir? You wouldn’t mind kissing my date for me, would ya?”

Amy gasped, applaud by him even daring to-

She turned around and sighed in relief, before smacking his side as punishment for making her freak out.

“Not funny!”

He leaned back, lifting a leg up and holding his hands out by his face to protect it, before walking back in front of her and chuckling slightly.

He put his hands to his hips and leaned his head down, letting the last bits of laughter out of his system before gesturing his hand out to her again.

“I swear, Amy. I never gave it another thought.” he smiled, “Wasn’t special enough too.”

Amy had her arms refolded, one leg over the other and staring at the hand she had longed to take this entire night…

She glanced up at his eyes, seeing the integrity of sincerity in them, and sighed.

She pouted slightly, her anger slowly disappearing as she took the hand and allowed him to help her up. “But never again. Alright?”

“Is that something I pinkie-promise?” he teased, leaning close to her face and wiggling his pinkie at her.

She giggled and turned her head away, batting her hand out to his own to get him to knock it off and move it.

They walked to the dance floor, Sonic adjusting his collar once more before growing strangely… nervous again.

“E-eh…umm…” he smiled nervously up to her, before shyly looking to his feet as if uncertain how to coordinate this…

“I, uh.. heh. I don’t usually do anything… well, ‘slow’.” he made a comical look up with eyebrows raising before back down in a puzzled expression.

“Now.. um…” he tried to make this fun, looping her hand, before turning her back and criss-crossing their arms, and then shaking his head; biting his lower lip, he kept mumbling, “This..? No… no, not that… not that way either… well, let me see now…”

Tails, walking over to the table, suddenly remembered something and pulled Cream’s chair out for her.

“Heh-heh. I studied etiquette, just to be prepared for this evening.” he closed his eyes as if too bashful to admit he just wanted to be a gentlemen on his first, technically real date, and sweated a little in his awkward feeling.

His tails swished out as Cream’s bunny-bun tail rapidly shook at his impression.

“Oh! Mr. Tails, it’s wonderful! Thank you for being so prepared…” she happily sat down, flapping her ears enough to actually fully get up on the tall chair, and put her hands to the table.

He pushed her in and then happily sat beside her, before seeing Sonic and twitching his ear.

He laughed.

“It’s not rocket science.” Tails shook his head to lightly tease his friend. “I offered him an internet search article I found, but he refused to even give it a look!” he flashed out his hand and then shook his head in disappointment.

“Serves him right.” He stuck his nose up, as Cream lightly giggled in her own nerves and then looked down.

“Oh… but you shouldn’t judge Mr. Sonic on something.. w-well, that you’ve never experienced yourself either. M-Mr. Tails…”

Her little feet slid over the other, she looked down and away…

She was fidgeting with an idea she dared now speak, thinking it may be rude to ask when it’s usually the boy who asks a girl.. to… w-well, to..

She gripped her chair tighter beneath her.

“…H-huh?” Tails turned back to her, moving his hand off from under his smug little chin before realizing she was right.

“Hmm.” he gave it some more thought, “You know, maybe you’re right.”

He moved the fancy napkins that Sonic had started shredding away from him and scooted his chair back out, getting in front of her and bowing humbly with a swish of his arm over his chest.

She was amazed by the fluid movement, as her eyes lit up and followed the gesture down.

“Mr. Tails?”

“Miss Cream.” he spoke elegantly, as if trying to continue his ‘fancy streak’.

“Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the dance floor?”

He looked up and winked, trying to be just as charming as Sonic could be.

Her face all at once turned to a happy expression of surprise, as her hands gently caressed the sides of her face.

“Oh, yes please! I would love to!”

Taking his hand, she stood upright on the chair, and looked around her for a way down.

Tails broke his gentlemen like smile and realized he had to look around for a stool too.

Not finding one in time, he just looked at his tails, “Ah-ha! Hehe!” he flopped them out and they were the perfect stairs for her small stature.

She beamed and happily, lightly as to not hurt him, quickly stepped on his tails he had out for her to get down.

The two held hands before trying to avoid the bigger adults on the floor, but found a small space and began to try and dance slowly together.

Now, with an ~unexpected role-model~ Sonic looked ahead saw Tails and Cream laughing, twirling around as they went by.

He smiled, “Oh.. I get it!” he pulled Amy closer.

The new engagement sent a rapid flow of warm jitters up Amy’s whole being, and she felt the tingling sensation of it exit through her fingers and nose.

Her ears flopped back a bit as she looked up to Sonic, stunned speechless.

He saw no response from her, initially, and just tried to get her hands placed where Tails and Cream were.

“Like this?”

He looked behind him to make sure one hand was up around his neck, and then that his own was by her waist, and the other holding her hand out.

“Hmm.. something looks off.” He stretched his mouth out to the sides of his muzzle, before looking back to Amy when she gently breathed out his name.


He suddenly was frozen in terror.

His eyes widened as he realized how close he was holding her.

“W-wha-woah!… woah…” he broke all the ‘hard-work’ he had just done in positioning them and rolled his arms around in a panicked like motion.

He then got all jumbled up before trying to straighten himself out again.

“Ehem.” he coughed into his hand.

“Maybe I’m not such a good dancer… with someone else.” he turned from her as his cheeks turned pink like the lights above, and itched his twitchy nose…

Amy softly lowered her hands and giggled, clutching her stomach before covering her mouth with the back fo her hand.

“Sonic, you’re ridiculous! Hahaha!”

Seeing her laugh… turning to fully face her and notice how beautiful she really did look…

His eyes drooped slightly but his mouth curled back and down nervously still… his head leaning back as his ears turned the same.

This odd feeling…

He had felt it seen she took his hand and asked him out on this crazy Spring Fling thingamajig.

He sighed though, and put a hand back to his heart where the flower use to be, and smiled.


She suddenly stopped laughing, looking at his honest-to-goodness face.

He actually looked like he wanted to have fun with her now.

“Care to teach me?” he had wondered about that dress feeling like a cloud..

Now he could test his hypothesis.

If he could last five seconds remaining close to her.. that is.

Amy stepped happily forward with a bounce in her step, her face bright with love’s excitement as she moved her hands and his own in their proper places.

“Like so, but-..ah.” She turned and raised a finger up, “You have to lead.” she winked to him, being flirty again.

He looked away and sweat dripped down the side of his face, showing his awkward nerves as he tried to guide her.

Watching Tails and Cream twirl around didn’t help at all…

She wanted a big-girl dance…

He mouth kept slipping into a swingle of nervous tension as he tried to figure out the steps and moves.

Amy slightly lost her smile at seeing him fidget so much, and finally decided to help him out.

“Sonic.” she stepped up, stopping them from dancing.

“Wha-huh? What’d I do wrong now?” his hands were sweaty, and he really didn’t know if he could deal with Amy scolding him right now..

He already felt like a dweeb.

She shook her head lovingly to him, “It’s really not that complicated. Hold me close.”

“….Amy’s that the thing’s that hard…” he whined slightly.

“How am I suppose to know where both are feet are going if I can’t look down?”

“Look right here.” she tilted his head with a light tap of her finger, and swayed back and forth with him.

“My eyes will tell you where I’m going.. where I’ve gone, and where I’ll be.” she spoke very softly, almost as a whisper as her eyes lured his being closer.

Suddenly… Sonic could feel which way the ‘wind blew’ so to speak, and could easily guide her where he wished.

“Heh, cool.” He lightly breathed out, his eyes unable to look away from her own..

“B-but you know, I don’t really do slow. Heh heh…” he tried for the joke, feeling so skittish; he might just puke.

“One.. two… one… two.” Amy slowly helped picked up the pace, and lifted some of her skirt to be more ‘proper’ in her dancing.

His mind suddenly lost all nerves.

Going blank, his hand held her dress closer, and felt the light silk cotton underneath them, hot to the touch but just right under the night sky…

The lights complimented her natural pink blush and all of a sudden…

They were dancing the night away!

Tails laughed with Cream as he twirled her one more time, catching Sonic’s eyes for a moment from Amy’s hypnotic timing and mimicked it too, twirling her around before catching her again.

However, by doing so, his hands landed to her hips…

Her hands… around his neck.

They held their, posed for perfect…

A kiss not too far away?

“That was fun..” Amy’s nerves were finally getting to her. The shock of it all being more perfect than she imagined caught her in her own whimsical fantasies and left her unable to comprehend anything but his arms around her…

Sonic… couldn’t even see or hear anything other than her and her… lovely voice.

“Really?” he gently lowered his head to her forehead. “I hadn’t noticed...” he whispered, teasing her a moment as he went for her cheek.

Not letting him slip away with merely that, she tilted her head towards it…

He held back a moment, their swaying stopping as his eyes lowered to her lips… then back up at those.. fixed, taunting eyes…

Oh, he really wanted to.

Not to admit he kinda owed it to her after that other girl-

He shook his head, not wanting to relive that part.

Amy took that the wrong way and pulled out.

“I’m sorry.” she looked away, tears almost forming at thinking she was rejected.

“I promised I wouldn’t cuddle or-or flirt with you with Tails and Cream around. I-I’ll let you go now.” She started to move away, as if to part, and reached for his arms around her.

Fearing the sudden detachment, he instinctively stopped her, pulling her right up next to him.


She was amazed by his quick reflexes but even more so by how he said…

“…No…” he started to breath in a more startled manner, before regaining himself.

He leaned his head closer, swallowing as if trying to work up the courage to-..

Well, at least try!

“Sorry, i wasn’t- I didn’t mean to- Oh, Amy.. you really do look beautiful it’s just I-” His head moved all around, and Amy’s eyes watched every movement until she heard him call her beautiful.

At that moment, she went for it!

Leaping up on her tippity-toes, she gave him everything she had in a forceful press against his own lips.

He was initially wrapped in confusion, before the moment took hold and he allowed it to be as it was.

Emm… more so than her dress actually feeling like how he pictured dry clouds to be.. she also tasted of sweets~

Addicted for a second to the feeling and being locked, even trapped in this other world by his own will- He was suddenly drawn out of it by a high pitch squee.

But it wasn’t Amy when he opened his eyes.

Instead, the two both looked confused before looking to Cream, having both hands in fists over her mouth at her excitement.

“I’m so sorry! Miss Amy, Mr. Sonic! But I’m just so.. I couldn’t help it! Hehe! Congratulations!” she thought they were officially together now.

Amy grinned with glee and hugged Sonic, kicking a leg up and not correcting her as Sonic tried too, waving his hands around in front of him and Amy, repeating- “No, no, no-no-no!”

Tails stuck out his tongue and tried to shove his finger in his mouth, before being tugged by Cream down as she politely pointed to his cheek.

“May I..?”

He blushed and looked away, panicking with his arms and tails before finally nodding and closing his eyes.


She kissed him likely with a peck on the cheek, and then shyly turned away and swayed herself back and forth with her rapid heartbeat.

He flung open his eyes and then sighed, drooping himself and his eyelids down as he let the strange sensation take it’s place…

The night was wonderful, but slowed down even more as Tails and Cream walked on ahead, carrying sweets for Vanilla, and Sonic and Amy tarried behind.

It was almost pitch blank now, and Sonic swung one foot out in front of the other, grabbing leaves from low tree branches by his side and flicking them off to his sides.

“So… About tonight.” Amy twiddled her fingers, hoping she could finish the date off by confessing.

“I just wanted to say.. I think we’re-”

“What?! I don’t know!? Maybe!? It depends… Why do we have to slap a title on it!? I don’t really care. Do you care? Well, of course you care- I-I mean, I kinda- well, it’s obvious that we- Anyway, who says we’re together?!” As if having been stressing over this topic coming up, Sonic started to rapidly relay the thoughts darting through his mind, acting it out, before Amy looked unamused at him cutting her off and smacked both hands to his face to hold him steady.

“I was gonna say in love.” she looked a little upset, but sighed as she held his face and stopped herself from walking.

Moving more towars him, she looked tenderly into his frightened expression.

“Why can’t you just remain still for five minutes?”

“…Why can’t you stop loving me so much..? Heh…” he nervously tried to joke again, but she smiled sweetly to him.

“I think you’re bluffing…” she smirked, raising her eyes to his own and tilting her head as if inviting him to quit the act and say he loves her already.

She was basically begging to be wanted and taken up by him again.

She wanted to be swept off her feet… at least… one more time.. before they parted ways.

“U-uhmm..” he backed up, but ended up against a tree and held a hand up to a branch, as if to steady himself.

“B-bl-bluf-bluffing what? My hand? Haha, don’t answer that!” he shifted a comical pointer finger out as if warning her to not go for the ‘wedding’ pun, but she didn’t.

She shook her hand and lowered her hands to her hips.

She then leaned forward, “Sonic The Hedgehog. I think you want to kiss me again and call me yours~” she flirted.

“Pfft! Preposterous.” he scoffed, before freaking out as she stepped closer and leaned himself more against the tree.

“They say.. don’t shoot until you see the white of their eyes.” Amy cooed, leaning her head directly up by his own…

“..I thought you were trying to kiss me. Not shoot me.” he frowned, not liking the anaolgy. “Though I guess love can sting just as much.” He couldn’t stop going for hte joke, he was too nervous!

“Isn’t that why cupid has arrows..?” She scaled her fingers up his chest, and he gulped in utter fright.

Or.. a… big… fat.. hammer..?”

She went for the kiss but he turned his face and then skedaddled with the wind at his heels.

“OHHHH-OOOPH!!” She tightened her fist and puffed up her cheeks, wiggling herself aggressively at him getting away.

“That boy! It was all going so perfect! Why’d he have to bail!?” She huffed and stomped off passed Tails and Cream, head down, fuming with annoyance.

“Huh? Miss Amy?”

“I’m fine!”

“Uh oh…” Tails looked to Cream, worriedly looking after Amy who had stepped between their conversation.

“I think Sonic chickened out.” Tails sighed, shrugging, “Well, you gotta give him props for staying this long… Honestly, I thought he was planning to slip out hours ago..?” he scratched his chin, before Amy got halfway to Cream’s house-

She was suddenly scooped off her feet.



“Now what?!”

Amy kicked and squirmed in his arms, as he slightly dipped her and looked worried.

“Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out! I’m mad at you!” she fussed more but he cut her off, holding her close.

“Offph! What the-?”

He suddenly muttered something quietly.

She stopped fidgeting and shifted her eyes left and right, trying to hone in with her ears on what he was trying to say to save himself this time…

“I can’t hear you, you idiot!”

“..Grr..” his ears moved back, and he grumbled it out a little louder.


His head moved from her shoulder to against her own head.


She remained still.

Blinking, her face shifted to a quiet confusion.

“I loved tonight too.”

His ears kept shifting before he looked away, seeming embarrassed and annoyed at himself.

“I’ll keep the tux.” he finally spat out.

“…If you ever want to go again…”

Then her eyes rose in understanding.

“OH SON-!”

he plugged her mouth.

“But t-this time! No kids tagging along too, alright?”

“Fine by me~” she gently pushed the hand away and then started to kiss his face, making him flip out more and spread his arms around to try and avoid her.

“H-hey! Amy! C-calm down! I-I-I think one kiss is good for the nig-EMM!!!!”

And when Amy finally got back, her hair a mess and her dress all wrinkled and dirt-covered, she leaned against the door to close it and sighed; dreamily.

She swayed up the stairs as Cream and Vanilla looked to each other.

“You’re back late.” Vanilla rose an eyebrow.

“Oh, Miss Amy! What happened to your lovely dress!?” Cream exclaimed, seeing how ruined it looked.

Amy gripped the railing and pulled back, swinging around on it before skipping up the stairs.

“My perfect Spring Fling date night~ That’s what!”

“Date went well?” Vanilla was mostly sarcastic. She knew what had happened.

“Well, please remember you were suppose to take Cream home too. But she arrived with Tails as her faithful guard so I’ll let you off the hook this time. Did Sonic make it back alright?” She was implying something that went over Amy’s head.

“I don’t know~ He came and he went~ Teehee~” she was swooning like a drunk, but it was only because her feet couldn’t feel the ground anymore.

She was up on cloud-nine. But Vanilla was relieved it she was back home at a decent time.

(for further clarity, Vanilla was meant to imply that they only kissed a lot -kinda made-out- nothing more!)

Written by - (the-amazing-p3a) and (cutegirlmayra)

Book (Father!Wonwoo)

Originally posted by dinochans

Synopsis: Our cute daughter decides to do a cute project but it’s only for your eyes only

Genre: Fluff with more fluff and fluff

The apartment stood still, a little too still for your taste. You understood that it would be a little quiet since Wonwoo was out at practice but it occurred to you, your daughter had made no noise what so ever in the past hour. You set the basket of just dried clothing onto your bed and made your way to your daughters room.

You smiled at the sight. Your daughter, hair in a braid with a pretty yellow ribbon at the end, she wore her favorite pair of polka dot tights and a special designed Seventeen shirt her uncle Mingyu had spoiled her with.

Your daughter noticed your presence, eyes just like Wonwoo’s sparkling along with her smile, “Mommy.”

Lips curling up instantly, you walked into her room, standing over her various artworks on the floor, “What are you doing with all of these?” You picked up one of the artworks, staring at it, the big stick figure with glasses seemed to resemble Wonwoo, “Is this daddy?”

Your daughter nodded, a smile stretching across her face, “Daddy is always reading, so I make Daddy a book.”

You could feel your own heart melting, “Oh how nice. Can I read it?”

“Noooo.” she pouted at you, “only Daddy can read it.”

You set her artwork down on the floor, kissing the top of her head, you nodded, “Okay okay. I won’t read it.”

You went about your day, occasionally checking in on your daughter and her book. You smiled at her adorable actions of protecting her book, when you had told her to eat lunch, she made sure to pack all her pages together and bring them with her, not letting you glance or touch them.

You were sitting in the living room when Wonwoo had arrived back. It was late and your daughter had fallen asleep long ago with her book tucked in her arm. His heavy feet came closer and soon he plopped himself on top of you. Burying his face in your neck, you could hear how tired he was.

“Rough practice?” You asked with your hands playing with the ends of his hair.

He simply nodded, “Is she sleeping?” Wonwoo asked, his breath tickling your neck.

You sighed, “It’s midnight Wonwoo. Of course she’s sleeping.” His silence made you question if he was awake or not but you still continued speaking, “She was doing the cutest thing today though, she spent the whole day making you a personal book. And she wouldn’t let me read it. ‘Only daddy can read it’ she said.”

Wonwoo chucked in your neck. The light pitter patter of feet made the both of you jolt up. Your daughter stood, rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other held tightly onto the book.


Wonwoo smiled, he gave you a small kiss on the cheek, whispering for you to go to bed and that he would put her to sleep. You watched as he picked up the small girl, holding her in his arms as he carried her away and the faint conversation of “I missed you” “I missed you too.”

You had just finished brushing your teeth when you had realized Wonwoo had never returned. It had already been 30 minutes which was longer than expected to put your daughter back to bed. You exited the bedroom, almost screaming when you noticed a dark figure near a lamp.

“Wonwoo? What are you doing just sitting there all creepy.” You walked closer to him. Wonwoo didn’t move, it appeared like he was frozen, “Wonwoo? Is everything okay?” You sat next to him, putting a hand onto his shoulder.

“This is………this is so beautiful.” Wonwoo lifted his hand to show the book created by your daughter.

You have him a bewildered look before taking the book from his hand, a heartwarming grin placed onto your lips, “Best Daddy Ever.”

On the front a big stick figure with what looks like a microphone was placed under the title. As you continued through the book of choppy handwriting, misspellings, and cute stick figures, you could feel your heart swell up in happiness.

“Daddy is busy a lot but daddy still loves me and mommy. That’s why daddy is the best daddy.” You closed the book, looking at Wonwoo who looks ready to cry. You put an arm around him, resting your chin on his shoulder, “Sometimes I think she loves you more than me.”

Wonwoo grabs the book back, he holds it preciously like it was the most delicate thing in the world, “This is my favorite book now, this is the only book I will ever read.”


Wonwoo stands to his feet, “I need to show the other members tomorrow. Mingyu’s son can’t even do this.”

“Babe, Mingyu’s son is like one.”