wow why is my girlfriend not on this

✧・゚{#066} “stay over”

member . dino / lee chan

genre . fluff + hint of angst

summary . “stay over.”

word count . 1491

✎ [100wtsily #066 - dino] college sweetheart au!♡ wOW okay i finally finished my first request for 100wtsily! aaaa for the longest time i couldn’t figure out how to write orz,,,, SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! i actually like how it came out after rolling around in bed for like,,, three days now,,, (near the end i started thinking about my girlfriend which is why i got incredibly fluffy im sorry)

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*

           You let out a contented exhale as you jumped into the pile of blankets and pillows. You grinned at the sound of your boyfriend chuckling at your childish nature, watching as you rolled around on the cleared flooring, taking the edge of a blanket and wrapping yourself in a blanket burrito. Chan walked into the living room, smiling warmly at you as he set the bowl of popcorn on top of the coffee table.

            “Comfortable there, y/n?” he grinned as he walked around you, headed towards the TV to insert the movie the two of you were about to watch.

            You nodded, snuggling your face into the large blanket, “Very comfortable,” you mused. Shuffling around so you could watch Chan bend down to place the CD into the DVD player, you looked at the case inquisitively, “What are we watching?”

            “Step Up,” Chan answered and you let out a laugh. Of course, your boyfriend would choose Step Up. It was a movie about dancing, and your boyfriend lived to dance and perform. Not that you were complaining. In fact, it was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place. The way he moved his body with such fluidness and how he conveyed emotions through his passion of dancing enchanted you when you first saw him perform in the middle of your college campus.

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A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
SKAMS04E10 Clip 2 - Penetrator Chris

CHRIS: Hey.

EVA: Hey. Did you sleep well?

CHRIS: Mhm.

EVA: Mhm.

CHRIS: I just dreamt something fucked up.

EVA: Yeah, what?

CHRIS: I dreamt that I was at my old elementary school. And we were eating lunch outside, me and Caroline, who was my girlfriend in fourth grade and then you were walking past and I was like “Wow, damn”! And then I walked up to you and I was like “Hey, do you wanna date me?” in front of Caroline.

EVA: What did I say?

CHRIS: You said yes, of course.

EVA: Yes? Of course? Okay?

CHRIS: And that’s supposed to mean…?

EVA: That we’re never going to be together.

CHRIS: Why not?

EVA: Why? Because..

CHRIS: Because?

EVA: Because you.. are..

CHRIS: I am? What am I?

EVA: A cheating fuckboy.

CHRIS: Ouch..

EVA: Hi, Vilde.

VILDE: Hi, what are you doing?

EVA: Nothing in particular…

VILDE: Listen, I wanted to do something nice for Sana at that Eid-celebration, to show her how much we love her.

EVA: Yes! We can do that!

VILDE: So I’ve read a bit about Eid and it’s common to give gifts, but it’s often just to kids and money and stuff, and it’d be a bit weird to give her money. I wanna give her something really special, so do you have any ideas?

EVA: Uhm… No, I don’t know, but we should probably ask someone for some advice, maybe someone who knows more than us,

VILDE: Yeah, I agree. We’ll ask a Muslim.

EVA: Hey, but listen, maybe I’ll call you up a bit later or something?

VILDE: Okayyy!

EVA: Okayyy, bye! Where were we?

CHRIS: We were talking about if we’re going to get together.

EVA: I don’t think so..

CHRIS: You don’t? Because I think you may want to.

EVA: Nooo..

CHRIS: You sure?

EVA: Yes, I’m sure.

CHRIS: Totally sure?

EVA: Yes, very.

MOM: Eva?

EVA: Hide!

CHRIS: Why?

MOM: Hi!

EVA: Hi..

MOM: Oh, I’m sorry! Uhm..

EVA: Uhm.. I have company.

MOM: Yes.

EVA: Uhm.. This is..

CHRIS: Hey! Chris.

MOM: Hi. Chris.

CHRIS: Is your name also Chris?

MOM: Yeah, no, my name is Anne Marit.

CHRIS: Oh, okay. That makes sense.

MOM: Yes.

EVA: Yes.

MOM: I’m sorry for just.. I didn’t know Eva had a boyfriend.

EVA: We’re not together.

CHRIS: Yet.

MOM: Yes, but that’s.. You’ll figure that out.. Okay.

EVA: Oh my God.

CHRIS: Oh, well.

EVA: Why did you stand up?

CHRIS: I had to introduce myself. I was raised well. You have to say hi to people.

EVA: You could’ve introduce yourself another time!

One of the biggest myths I see being promoted in the polyamory community is that people can control their feelings to the same extent that they can control their behavior. Couples who use “rules” will often include rules that aren’t just about behavior (i.e. “Ask me before you spend the night with someone else”) but also about feelings (i.e. “You can have sex with other people, but you can’t fall in love with them”; “We can’t love any other partners more than we love each other.”)

While you can, in theory, respond to unwanted feelings with behavior that neutralizes them (i.e. breaking up with a partner you’re developing feelings for), that will often be emotionally difficult and very painful, and also sets up a situation where people are very likely to break their promises in a very human and understandable way. 

But even leaving the issue of rules aside, poly people (myself included) often make decisions based on the fantasy that we can control our feelings.

How many of us have gotten involved with someone who has made it very clear that we will never be allowed to be as intimate with them as they are with their “primary,” that certain forms of intimacy–being publicly known as partners, spending holidays with each others’ families, sharing a home, raising children–are forever off the table, all because we assumed that we can just choose to never *want* those things?

It’s easy at the beginning. You have a first date with someone from OkC, or you hook up with a friend, and you’re thinking, Wow, this person is super cute, I’ll see them casually cuz they don’t want to/aren’t allowed to be serious with anyone else, it’ll be great. Maybe it will. Sometimes that’s how it’s been for me. Other times it’s led to massive heartbreak when I realized that I wanted her to be my girlfriend all official-like, or that I could see myself living with him someday, but that would never happen because that person had already decided before we’d ever even gone out or kissed or fucked that it wouldn’t.

That’s why, nowadays, if someone tells me that their preexisting relationship literally precludes certain forms of intimacy with others (except the ones I truly don’t care about, like children and marriage), I won’t even fuck with it. Even if right now, you’re just a random friend I think is cute. Because we don’t control our feelings and I have way too awesome a life to live without sitting around mired in heartbreak because we love each other but can’t hold that truth up in the light and really look at it.  

I like potential. I like being casual because that’s how the two of us have decided to do things, not because some third person I didn’t choose to be in relationship with has decided with you, for me.

The problem is, even rad consent-aware poly folks are rarely upfront with this. It’s usually only weeks or months into a dating situation that it comes up that, hey by the way, you’re always by default less important to me than this other person, sorry not sorry.

As far as I’m concerned, if I didn’t know from the beginning that that’s how your polyamory worked, then I didn’t enter into our relationship with informed consent.

a comprehensive list on why anyone would love throam

-epic gay love story that unfolds over the course of 7 years/3 books
-complex characters with realistic emotions and actions
-IMPERFECT CHARACTERS, flawed characters, not every decision is the right one
-70s aesthetic
-fun foreshadowing
-excellent writing, you wouldn’t even know its fan fiction
-sisky
-EACH VOLUME HAS A SOUNDTRACK LIKE A MOVIE WOULD WOW
-“"post credits”“
-some of the most beautiful quotes i’ve ever had the privilege of reading with my own two eyes
-my girlfriend liked it
-funny references to the real world and real people
-david bowie
-please read throam

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I know that like, technically they’re fighting in this scene… but look how patiently he’s listening to her in that first gif and how he makes her smile in the last one. and like, look at how they’re sitting. LOOK. SHE IS PRACTICALLY SITTING ON HIS LAP IF NOT ACTUALLY ON HIS LAP. WHAT IS GOING ON.

“I don’t like cats” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

“i love your stories. i have become addicted and i was wondering if you could write a batmom story of were selina kyle doesn’t know bruce is married and she comes to the manor in a very sexy outfit and batmom and the boys walk in on that and it very awkard. thanks :)” requested by @cheesecake-chic

Well, first, thank you, and then : here it is. I know a lot of you tell me I shouldn’t think my writing is shit, but with this one, I’m really…unsure. Meh, it’s all over the place. Anyway. Hope you’ll still like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Today, Bruce woke up with the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Usually, his guts were always right and he spent the entire morning on edge…

But as the hours went by, and he saw that everyone was safe, he relaxed a bit. When your lips kissed his cheek lovingly as you came down in the kitchen for breakfast, he let go a little bit. When his sons didn’t even fight once, he let go a little bit. When Alfred made the best pancakes ever, he let go a little bit. When his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, and his lips kissed your neck, while his sons made loud “ewwww” noises, he let go even more…And by noon, he was his normal self again. Still slightly worried about everything, a bit broody and all (though your presence made him smile like an idiot), but not waiting for a catastrophe anymore.

And oh how wrong he was to let his guard down. 

It was 10 pm when all Hell broke loose (ok, he was over-exagerating). 

It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle knocked on the Manor door, wearing a dress that was revealing a lot of skin. 

It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle invited herself in the Wayne family house, and after a sexy “Long time no see Bat” and her sultriest look, kissed Bruce without any warning as he was coming to the entrance hall to see who rung the door, curious of who came to visit at such an hour.

It was 10 pm when you came in as well, with all of your kids, wondering too who was ringing so late in the evening. 

Reflexively, as you all witnessed your Bruce pushing Catwoman away (oh the bitch stuck her tongue in his mouth !), your two oldest sons, Dick and Jason, held your shoulders…Just in case you decided to jump on Selina you know, and like, kill her or something. It was notoriously known that when you were jealous, you were dangerous. Granted, you weren’t often jealous, as Bruce only had eyes for you, and mostly ignored women who were hitting on him unsubtly (though none of them would ever dare doing it in front of you, and if they did, your natural sarcasm and wits would humiliate them right on the spot). 

Bruce’s eyes were going between you and Selina, and the worry he felt earlier in the day came surging back. He knew how well you and Selina fought, if you decided to attack, it would be a disaster…

But it didn’t seem like you were reacting. At all. Your sons were holding you by your shoulders, waiting to use all their strength to hold you if need be. Damian and Tim’s stance also showed they were ready to intervene. 

But you weren’t really reacting. You were just looking at Selina blankly, as if the things you just saw were trying to register themselves in your head. 

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auguste was problematic 2k17

i’ve been seeing a lot of talk about how laurent wasn’t really a reliable narrator about auguste and his faults so i made this post about things that were wrong with auguste

  • had an irrational dislike of the word ‘pelvis’
  • his favourite food was strawberries but he became allergic as a teenager….. didn’t stop him from eating strawberries
    • ‘auguste, please don’t’ ‘the world can’t take this away from me’ *shoves a strawberry into his mouth* ‘that is so good…. please take me to the physician’
  • made muscles at himself in the mirror…. vere’s saviour everybody
  • so?? comfortable??? with his sexuality??? it got ridiculous
    • this is more for modern!auguste but please consider the following: laurent is reserved and damen is confident with himself but he’s also private about his sex life. and then there’s auguste. who is just so casually open about e v e r y t h i n g 
    • ‘damen, i hear you’re bisexual’ ‘yes’ ‘wow that’s great. i’m straight but let me tell you about the times i experimented with men -’
    • ‘hey laurent i need to use your phone’ ‘okay - wait no! don’t look at that!’ ‘why?’ ‘it’s my…. bank information. i’m doing online banking.’ ‘your boyfriend is sexting you, isn’t he? laurent that’s nothing to be ashamed of. i have been in countless relationships where we found pleasure in-’ ‘stOP’
  • his hair got frizzy when it was humid
  • could not sing at all
    • also couldn’t play an instrument
    • my guy had no musical talent whatsoever
  • flirted with EVERYBODY
  • sent his girlfriends love letters and would sit there for HOURS trying to get them right. he kept a thesaurus in his chambers. each one had at least three drafts…. he wrote really cheesey poetry…. what a loser
  • pretended to take notes during political meetings when he was actually doodling
  • his best friend was his baby brother
    • who am i kidding that’s adorable
    • fuck i don’t even know him but i miss him

feel free to add your own Auguste Flaws

Confessions - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by zgallagher

Warning: Sexual content, swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2277



“Carl, give it back!” you yelled, rolling your eyes and chasing your best friend up the stairs of the Gallgher house.  Since you had stopped to text a few times while the two of you were playing a video game on the couch, he took it upon himself to snatch the phone out of your hands and run away with it.

“Hey, I just wanna know who could possibly be so important that they could distract you as I kicked your ass in Call of Duty,” he teased, sprinting into his room and unsuccessfully attempting to slam the door before you put your foot in the doorway.

“Ow, what the fuck, Carl?” you yelled, limping in on the foot that hadn’t been crushed by the door.  “I was literally just answering my brother to let him know that I was spending the night here per usual!  And I was letting him know that I’d go grocery shopping tomorrow.  Now give me my phone back so I can finish kicking your ass downstairs.”

Carl smirked and raised his eyebrows at you, plopping down on Ian’s empty bed.  “Your brother.  Mhmm.” His eyes continued to nosily scan the screen of your phone.

“Yes, Carl, my brother.  I’m pretty sure we both know that I have nobody interesting to text considering I’ve been single for, what, six months now?  Now give me my phone back,” you demanded, inching forward and banging your hip into his dresser.  The rocking of the dresser caused a box to fall on the ground, spilling out its contents.  A smirk formed on your lips as your eyes scanned the ground.  It was your turn to tease him now.  “Ah, nice condoms.  I see someone has been getting the ladies?”

Carl immediately shot up to his feet, shoving you to the side and bending down to pick up the condoms off of the ground.  “Ha, I wish,” he said with a chuckle, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.  His shaky hands struggled to shove the contents back into the box.

You raised an eyebrow in response, stepping forward and ripping your phone out of his back pocket.  “What do you mean by that?” you questioned, walking around him and climbing up onto his bed as he remained on the ground.  “We’ve been best friends for years and I’m pretty sure we both know you’ve had your fair share of girls over here.”

“Yeah, I have, but…” He paused for a moment as he shoved the box into one of the drawers and slammed it closed.  “I’ve never gone, like, all the way with any of them… you know. Sure I’ve done just about everything else, but I’ve never actually done that with any of them.”  It was pretty clear he was embarrassed to confess this to you.

The smirk reappeared on your lips as he hesitantly climbed up onto his bed and plopped down beside you, his eyes refusing to meet yours.  “Wow, Carl Gallagher, a virgin?  When did you plan on telling me this?” you mocked, shoving his side before giggling quietly to yourself.

Carl clearly wasn’t amused.  He rolled onto his side so his back was facing you.  “Stopppp.”

You laughed yet again and rolled your eyes, squeezing his shoulder.  “I’m just messing with you.  I’m in the same boat as you.  No need to be embarrassed.”


“Really?” Your words caused Carl to roll back over to face you, his eyes scanning your face.  “Hmm. Interesting.”  Slowly, a smug grin formed on his lips.  “I guess that makes me feel a little better, but not completely.  Now since you’ve embarrassed me, it’s your turn to confess something about yourself.”

Your eyes widened as you shoved his chest with the palm of your hand.  “What? How is that fair?  I just confessed to the same thing!” you exclaimed, but Carl wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he responded with a chuckle, grabbing your hand off his chest and holding it in his own a few seconds longer than usual. “You can’t have the same confession as me.  It has to be original.”  He was relentless.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, rolling over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.  After a few moments of silent pondering, an idea finally came to your mind.  “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

The sheets ruffled as Carl shot up into a seated position on the bed.  A puzzled look took over his face as he stared down at you in disbelief.  “Wait, huh?”

You bit your lip as your cheeks began to heat up.  “I mean, yeah, is that so weird?”

Carl went silent for another few seconds, combing his fingers through his wavy hair as his face remained scrunched up in confusion.  “Well, yeah, kind of,” he started, nodding his head. “I get that you’ve never had sex, but I know you’ve done just about everything else with your past boyfriends.  And, what?  I just don’t understand.”

Your cheeks darkened even more as you looked down and began to play with your fingers.  “Sure I’ve done a lot of things with my past boyfriends, but… I don’t know.  None of them ever really brought me to that level.”

Still, Carl looked confused.  His eyes wouldn’t leave your embarrassed face as he tried to figure this out.  “Okay, so like, obviously your past boyfriends went down on you, right?”

This wasn’t exactly how had planned to spend your Friday night.  With a sigh, you sat up and rested your back against the wall.  “What do you mean by obviously?  Joey attempted it but got ‘tired’ and gave up after like thirty seconds. And Matt and Ben never did.  Matt said that it was weird and he’d rather not do it.  Ben said that girls like to go down on guys but guys don’t like to go down on girls.” You shook your head and covered your face with your hands.  “Can we please talk about something else now?”

Carl held up his hand in rejection and shook his head.  “No, no, no.  Not yet, Y/N.  I’m still confused,” he said, his wide eyes still burning into your face.  “So you’re trying to tell me that all three of those guys didn’t like going down on their girlfriends?”

“Yes, Carl, I guess that is what I’m saying,” you replied, beginning to get a bit annoyed.  “Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

Finally, a quiet laugh escaped Carl’s lips, but he still continued to shake his head.  “So you’re trying to tell me that there’s real guys that exist that don’t like to go down on their girlfriends?”

“Oh my god, yes, Carl.  That is what I’m saying.” Plopping down on your back again, you grabbed his pillow and threw it at his face.  “Enough now.”

“Wow.” He still wasn’t done.  “You’ve dated some really fucking weird guys, Y/N.”  When you only responded with an eye roll, he finally allowed himself to lay back down beside you.  “But still, never had an orgasm?  That’s insane.  You’ve been deprived.”

Your eyes at last met his as you shot him a glare.  “Wouldn’t know.”

“It’s amazing.  Heavenly, almost.  Feels so good it’s almost indescribable.” Carl’s eyes glowed as he described the obviously incredible sensation you had never experienced.  “Wish I could help you out with this one.”  After realizing what he said, the boy let out an awkward cough as his eyes darted to the ceiling.

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured, your cheeks changing to match the current color of his.  Not wanting to make things too awkward, you cleared your throat and sat up.  “Okay, we’re done with this.  Now it’s time for me to kick your ass in Call of Duty.”

The topic was dropped and the rest of the night was spent playing video games and stuffing your faces with junk food, which were your usual activities.  But something was different.  There was a tension between the two of you that usually wasn’t there.  Every so often, you’d catch Carl staring at you, causing his eyes to immediately dart away whenever you noticed.  More than once, you’d both go to reach into the bowl of popcorn between you at the same time and your hands would brush and linger near each other for a few moments too long.  The typical banter you two always shared now almost appeared to be what it always had been but neither of you would admit: flirting.  Sleeping together had never been an issue for the two of you, but tonight it was much more difficult for you both to get comfortable – not too close or too far away from one another.  Spooning was never weird before, but tonight Carl seemed extra fidgety as you pressed your backside into him.  Still, neither of you addressed the change and eventually managed to drift off to sleep.

You felt like you were on top of the world.  In heaven.  Straight ecstasy.  What a dream.

Your eyes flew open but the feeling didn’t go away. Your legs began to tremble as you propped yourself up on your elbows.  “F-Fuck… Carl?”

The moment you spoke up, the blankets were pulled back from your stomach and Carl’s face became visible between your thighs.  He looked up at you, flashing you a smirk.  “Good morning.  Wasn’t sure you were ever gonna wake up.”  Without another word, he inserted two fingers inside of you and moved his face back between your legs, darting his tongue across your clit.

The sensation was too good that you hardly knew how to react. A gasp escaped your lips as you bucked your hips up toward his face, increasing the pressure.  It was in that moment that it started to dawn on you what was happening.  “W-Wait. F-Fuck, Carl.  S-Stop,” you breathed out, but you knew it wasn’t what you wanted.

Carl pushed your hips back down on the bed and resurfaced again, pushing his wavy hair out of his face.  A smirk formed on his lips again as his eyes glanced between your shaking thighs and your awe struck face.  “You really want me to stop?”

Without another word, you pushed his head back down, caving into the feeling that was taking over your body.  “Don’t stop,” you demanded, contradicting your previous statement and tangling your fingers into his messy hair.

Carl immediately began to move his fingers inside of you again, his lips moving around your clit as he began to suck and swirl his tongue around at the same time.  Your moans got louder, causing Carl to increase the speed of his fingers.  His tongue was now gliding up and down your clit, increasing the pressure each time he made it to the top.

That was all it took.  Your hips ground against his face and you tugged on his hair, your eyes closing tightly as you climaxed and came against his tongue.  

As the world spun around you, you felt Carl climb back up and take his spot beside you, propping himself up on his elbow.  While you recovered, you could feel him staring at you, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration.

When you were finally able to catch your breath, you rolled over onto your side to face him and raised an eyebrow at him, grinning.  “Wow.”

“Sorry I didn’t wait to ask for your permission, but you were kind of moaning my name in your sleep beforehand, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity,” he said with a chuckle.  After a moment, the smile fell from his lips and he rolled onto his back. He cleared his throat and bit down on his swollen lower lip.  “And, uh, I don’t know if it was just me, but something felt different between us yesterday and, um, yeah… Kind felt like all those repressed feelings finally started coming up or something… I don’t know.”

Shaking your head, you moved closer to the embarrassed boy, cuddling into his side.  “It wasn’t just you.”

A small smile formed on Carl’s lips before it transformed into a smirk.  “You know, I once read that in order to have an orgasm, you need to be physically attracted to the other person.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed Carl onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.  “Yes, I’m attracted to you.  I guess everyone was always right whenever they said that we couldn’t just be friends,” you confessed, raising an eyebrow at him as a bulge began to form through his pants.  “And I’m guessing the feeling is mutual.”

Carl’s cheeks darkened a bit, but the smirk remained on his lips.  “You’re right.  I don’t go down on just anyone… Recently, at least.”

“How could I ever repay you?” you flirted, leaning down and resting your forehead against his.  You could tell you had the upper hand for once from the way he swallowed the lump in his throat and stared at you with wide eyes.  “Remember that confession you shared with me yesterday?”

Carl furrowed his brow and gave you a questioning look. “The one where I shamefully told you I’ve never had sex?  Yeah, what about it?”  God was he slow sometimes.

Brushing your nose against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  “How would you feel about changing that?”

That was all it took for it to click in his head.  His eyes widened for a moment before he grabbed your hips and flipped you over so he was on top.  He flashed you a smirk before brushing his lips against yours.  

“I guess maybe we’ll be able to call it even then.”


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Once again, I’m new to the game on here so please let me know if you enjoy! xx

Clay Jensen One Shot

Originally posted by rosetylecr

Hey it’s Clay. Clay Jensen. Don’t adjust your… whatever media you’re reading this on. It’s me, alive and ready. Ready to tell you the story of how I met [your full name]. But let’s start at the beginning, when she first walked into Liberty High. After all, every story has an origin.


Second week into school and I noticed from my locker that everyone was staring at the entrance door. I tilted my head to see what they were all staring at and there she was. Her hair was all wet which I presumed was from the rain. She didn’t acknowledge the stares as she approached Hannah’s locker. Suddenly I got a sense of déjà vu. My heart skipped a beat and my grip on my lock tightened. Well wasn’t the whole situation ironic. I caught a quick glimpse of her and I couldn’t help to think, was this revenge for everything I had done, more so hadn’t done for Hannah? Was this some kind of punishment to just remind me of my failure? I loosened my grip and took in a deep breath. I looked back and caught her staring at me. I closed my locker door and averted my eyes away from her. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Of course we had a couple of classes together, and I found out her name was [y/n], but I kept my distance. Little did I know, I was eventually going to fall into the trap.


A couple weeks had gone by, and it was raining so much that one couldn’t see where they were headed. I was riding my bike back home and found myself plugged in with my headphones. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear the loud honk of the car. It’s beaming lights blinded me causing me to hit the sidewalk and hurt myself badly. I pivoted my body to the side to cause less damage. Unfortunately, I felt warm blood slowly trickling down the right side of my head. I touched my forehead and cussed. I looked up and saw [y/n] rushing towards me. I was relieved to see she didn’t look so worried so the damage couldn’t been so bad. Even if she seemed calm, her eyes were saying something else.

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Looking out the window and I just saw it happen so fast. Clay flew from his bike straight to the pavement. The moment he fell the car just drove off. Asshole. I ran out and went to see him. I bend and grabbed his shoulder.

You: “Hey are you…” *looks at his head wound* “Wow that looks bad, umm come inside, I’m sure I can find something…”

Clay: *lifts himself up* “I’m fine, I can go home.”

You: *irritated* “I’m not going to hurt you Clay. Come on, let’s go inside.”

I led him towards the front porch and though the door. I brought him upstairs to my room and told him to stay there while I fetched the first aid kit. I came back to the room and saw him awkwardly standing.

You: “You can sit you know.”

Clay: *hesitates* “Oh um yeah.”

He sat down and I wiggled myself beside him. I opened the kit to see if there would be anything useful. I opened a disinfectant pad and cleaned the trickling blood. Once I finished that, I took a second one and warned him.

You: “This is going to hurt.”

I pressed the pad on his forehead where the injury was and felt him wince, and he cursed under his breath. As I padded the wound, I finally got to look at him in his eyes. Never had I seen him stare at me so intently, and so I was intrigued.

You: *while padding down* “I can’t believe an accident is all it took to finally meet you.”

Clay: *tilts his head* “I’m not a conversationalist, or good with people.”

You: *chuckles* “That makes two of us.”


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I never spoke to her, not once. Now here I was getting nursed by her, what were the odds of that? Was this the world’s twisted way of giving me karma? Would this just end as bad as the last time? I let these thoughts run all over my mind as I stared at her. I looked at her as she finished padding down. I could see why people at school made such a big fuss about her. There was no denying that she was an attractive girl. She then searched for a band-aid, and when she found one, she started undoing it.

Clay: *raises eyebrows* “You? You’re not good with people?“

You: *smiles* “I prefer no contact. Just a few exceptions.”

Clay: *grins* “I don’t believe you.”

You: *patches him up* “It’s true. And look, you’re all good. I’d still go to see someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

Clay: “Yeah sure, sounds good.”

You: “Don’t hurt yourself again, alright?”

Clay: *gets off from bed* “Ok. Well I should probably be on my way home.”

You: *get’s up* “You can, but you’re more than welcomed to stay.”

Her voice was soothing, and I couldn’t help to hear the hopefulness in her voice. Why was she acting this way around me? I felt my cheeks warm up a little and turned my head around quickly so she wouldn’t notice.

Clay: “Um my parents will probably start worrying about me, so I’ll just head out.”

You: *as he walks away* “I’ll see you around school.”


A few weeks have passed since I was nursed by [y/n]. I thought it was a bad idea, to get close to her. But through out the weeks I stopped to care. She’d choose to sit next to me during lunch and I didn’t mind. She never tried to impose and I never pushed her away. Sometime’s we’d talk, sometimes we’d just sit in silence. I let my anxiety slip away and eventually got close to her. And then, we had finally became friends.

During lunch time, Sky sat beside me and searched the table.

Sky: “Wow your girlfriend isn’t here?”

Clay: “She is not my girlfriend.”

Sky: “But you wish she was.” I fell silent and kept eating my food, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” *smirks* “Didn’t picture you the popular type Jensen.”

Clay: *sighs* “ She is not… I don’t even know why I’m having the conversation with you.”

Sky: “Why don’t you stop being such a wuss and move on.”

Clay: *looks at her* “Do you even remember the last time? What happened when I got close to Hannah?”

Sky: “Oh yeah let’s all pity Clay. Please, the world didn’t revolve around Hannah Baker. She was high school kid with a shitty life and some issues, like the rest of us. Enough of her. It’s time for you to let go. If anyone should have a not so shitty life, it’s you.”

I took in a deep breath and let her words sink in. Oh the irony.

Clay: “Are you getting sappy with me? Did you just try to comfort me?” *laughs*

Sky: *dead serious stare* “Don’t make me regret this.”

Clay: “I heard you.”

Sky: “So what are you still doing here?”

It took me a second to realize what she was insinuating. I got up before she can can physically assault me and went to look for [y/n].


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The library always brought me some kind of peace where I can just manage all my thoughts. I had been invited by several people to Bryce’s party this evening. But I already had made other plans, a surprise actually. And parties weren’t really for me. I wondered though what it’d be like to go with Clay. To finally hold his hand and smile at each other like no one else was in the room. My heart fluttered to the idea but I pushed it away as I thought that would unlikely ever happen. Then I saw him come in the library, he scanned the whole room and smiled when he saw me. He approached me and pulled up a chair to sit beside me.

Clay: “Working on another assignment?”

You: *sighs* “Do they ever end?”

Clay: *smirks* “Do you need help?”

You: “I think I’ve got this, thanks.” *smiles*

I couldn’t help to see that he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t form the right words.

You: “Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”

Clay: “You mean me? I’m fine.”

You: *shrugs* “Alright well did you hear Bryce is having a party tonight?”

Clay: *sarcastically* Yeah I actually heard. It’s not like the whole school knows.“

You: *grins* “Well I was invited by several people.”

Clay:  "So… does that mean you’re going?“

You: "Nah I’m not a party person, and Bryce is an ass. Besides we’ve got plans.”

Clay: *looks nervous* “Um so yeah about… *shakes his head* "Wait we have plans? I wasn’t aware.”

You: “Meet me at the Crestmont for seven. Don’t be late.” *bell rings* “Oh we should be heading to class.”

I packed up all my stuff and tried not to show my excitement as we both left the library. Later that evening I fixed myself a little and made my way to the Crestmont. I got the whole surprise ready, and waited patiently until he came.


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I rode my bike to the theater. I checked my phone and it was just 6:58. I wasn’t sure what to expect, after all the theater was closed tonight for renovation. I left my bike in the back where I knew no one would try to steal it. I came back to the front and there she was. She waved as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled back, admiring her.

You: *smiles widely* “You made it.”

Clay: *sarcastically* “Actually I had made other plans, but um, I decided to come here.” *shrugs*

You: *rolls eyes playfully* “Well come inside, I’ve got a great surprise.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed her in. We walked towards the end of the theater where there was a room being unoccupied due to the renovation. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. The room was unfinished, the chairs were put but there was no big screen or curtains. The surround system was already installed but the walls were bland with no light, so it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for the light of the projector. Also the image it produced emitted enough light to recognize my surroundings. The projector was set in front of the soon to be large screen. It displayed a menu to play the movie, Lord of the Rings. I looked around the large room and paid attention towards a couple of seats behind the projector. I saw they were being occupied by bags of popcorn and candy. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but to grin like an idiot.

Clay: *surprised* “Wow, this is–”

You: *frowns* “Please don’t say too much.”

Clay: *shakes head* “No, this is pretty cool, but Lord of the Rings? You could have picked a movie we both would have enjoyed.”

You: *shocked* “Are you kidding me? Clay, I didn’t think you out of all people would make such an assumption.”

Clay: *grins* “Well I’m sorry for not knowing you’re a bigger nerd than me.”

You: *playfully elbows his side* “Don’t push it. And for your information, I love these movies. I even got the special edition with the extra content in the film. So it’s going to be a long movie.”

The answer surprised me, and I actually felt some weird feeling in my chest. I felt my nerves kick in and feel it in my stomach. She made her way to the seats and I followed. She picked up the bag of popcorn and I held the bag of skittles. We both sat down beside each other. She pulled out two bottles of ice tea from her bag and offered me one. I grabbed it and placed it in the cup holder. I thought about it, and this whole situation seemed too good for me. With every second I tried to calm myself. I didn’t deserve all of this, and maybe this is the world setting me up for my own self destruction. Or was Sky right and maybe, just maybe I might not have such a shitty life after all.

Clay: *laughs* “You’re still a big nerd. Who would have thought.”

You: “I’m full of secrets. Now let’s enjoy the next 3 hours and 46 minutes of pure greatness.”

She pulled out the remote for the projector and pressed play.


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And that’s what we did, we watched the entire film. Not one single word spoken between us, just the sharing of our snacks. I stared at him a couple of times because he finally looked comfortable. When he’d catch me staring, I’d look away embarrassed. Sometimes, I noticed he was watching me, and that made me a little nervous. At some point I felt tired and placed my head against his shoulder. I think he was taken back because at first he kind of jerked. But seconds after he relaxed.

The movie ended and I lifted my head. I took the remote and went back to the main menu of the movie. I didn’t want to turn it off because then there would be no light in the room. We had finished the popcorn, candy and the drinks so we put them together in one bag. I looked over to see his reaction and he had a neutral look.

You: “I’m sure you’ve seen this many times just like me.”

Clay: “You have no idea…” *looks up at you and looks at phone* “It’s getting late.”

You: “Yeah it is.”

There was an ongoing stare being engaged by both of us, and my heart actually started to race a little. It felt like none of us truly wanted to leave.

Clay: “Well… we can always stay. Actually I’ve got a good place we can hang.”

You: *tries not to sound too excited* “Okay well lead the way.”

I carried the trash outside the room while following him. I threw it away and I was right behind him. He took me up a flight of stairs, until he opened the door and I could feel the cold, fresh breeze hit my face. We were on the roof of the Crestmont. He then sat almost close to the ledge, in front of the building. I joined him and started looking up.

You: “Do you always come up here?”

Clay: “It’s kind of my hang out. When I’m on my lunch I always come up here. Brings me a sense of nostalgia.”

You: “Nostalgic about what?”

He looked at me and looked like he was hesitating. I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. I guess I asked a hard question, because he started fidgeting with his hands. I didn’t want to pressure him into something he didn’t want to get into. So I put my hand over his and gave him a reassuring nod.

You: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath and started telling me the story of Hannah Baker. He cared about her; I could tell by the way he spoke about her. My heart fell while hearing everything that had happened to her. No person ever deserved that. I was able to tell Clay was the only person in her life that shed some light to the darkness she felt. Then he got to the part of the tapes, and clenched my fists of the idea Bryce raping any woman. And his friend Jeff dying, that I could tell was one of the hardest things for him. I encouraged him to keep going my giving his hand a squeeze. Then he looked down talking about his own tape. He didn’t even want to look at me. He was holding in so much guilt and shame; he didn’t think he did enough. I was almost tearing, but I gave his hand a little squeeze again when he was done.

You: “Why isn’t Bryce behind bars?”

Clay: “He’s got people covering his ass; he can basically get away with murder.”

You: “He essentially did, she deserves justice, both her and Jessica.”

Clay: *sighs* “I know but the story is a lot more complicated.”

You: “I see well I hope that son of a bitch does end up going to jail. I’m sorry about Hannah, and Jeff. They deserved better and seemed like really good people. Good to you.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Maybe, if Jessica finally realizes that she should go to the police about her rape. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could have been more involved. I wish I could have told Jeff to stay that night. I wish I could have seen that Hannah was slowly being destroyed by everyone around her. I could have helped her. She was crying for help and no one noticed.”

You: “By the sound of it, she had a lot to deal with it. And most people going through these types of issues would rather let their destruction hit them, like with Jess. And even if they wanted to get help, they don’t know how to approach people about it. So they hope someone might notice, and that person would approach them. And sadly, most of them times it’s not obvious. She made her choice. And in the end, you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.”

Clay: *sighs* “I haven’t spoken about Hannah in a while.”

You: “It’s obvious you cared for her. And I think it’s really sweet that you have such great memories of her. Just never blame yourself for it. This wasn’t your fault.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Hannah was the first girl, well that I ever had strong feelings for. And I think that’s why it was so hard on me.”

I noticed a little tear coming out of the corner of his eye. I brought my hand to his cheek and wiped it off with my thumb.

You: “You loved her?”

He just nodded his head upon and looked down. I took my hand away from his face. It broke my heart to see him completely vulnerable. But he looked up, with some kind of determination in his face. He looked up at me and said something that surprised me.

Clay: “But I think it’s time for me to move on.”

I saw him take a quick glimpse at my lips and leaned in. I felt his soft lips against mine and my heart was slamming in my chest. I wasn’t expecting it after everything he had just told me. But it felt right, so right. I kissed him in back and wrapped my hands on the the back of his neck to bring him closer. Everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and him.

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I swallowed my nerves and went for the kiss. She put her hands on the back of my neck and drew me closer. All my nerves were replaced by adrenaline. I could feel the heat radiate from all over my body. I slipped my hands onto her waist and gave her hips a nice squeeze. I could hear a moan escape from under her breath. My heart started beating really fast. I realized that I was slowly pushing her towards the ground. I kissed her deeper, as she eventually ended up lying on the ground. She pressed her whole body against mine and that drove me crazy. Good crazy. My right hand traced the side of her body, outlining her curves. I got a panic feeling and stopped kissing her. She looked at me confused.

Clay: “I just want to make sure this is all okay with you.”

She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She gave me light kiss on my lips and told me to get up. I got off her and we sat down again beside each other.

You: “So do I. Listen I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with stuff like this.”

I looked at her for second before I kissed her; a slow, passionate kiss. In that moment, all I wanted was her. It wasn’t the time, and I still felt a bit anxious since the last time I kissed a girl.

Clay: “Just give me time.”

You: *grins and jokingly says* “Don’t make me wait too long alright?”

I chuckled as I gave her a light kiss. My heart was still racing from our intense kiss from before. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and smiled at her.

Clay: “In truth, I don’t actually like change, but this change seems cool.”

I saw her smile while I placed a kiss on her forehead.


That is all I’m going to write or type… you know what I mean. This story doesn’t have an ending yet, but I feel the ending to this story will be different from the last. So I guess this is goodbye, for now.

See you soon,

Clay Jensen 🎧

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a quick shitty 13rw imagine for you on this fine Sunday. idk I had this idea and wanted to write a quick lil thing  also I might have a either a reggie or Cheryl  imagine up tomorrow? 

warnings: cursing and shit

word count:590 ish

Originally posted by 13rwhyblog

The day that Justin shared the photo with everyone at school and said that we had had sex, was the day he ruined his relationship for himself. I didn’t know that he was dating anyone, I wouldn’t have kissed him otherwise, but Y/n was nice to me about it. I thought she would have slapped me or something, but she didn’t and she knew she was worth more than Justin.

During class everyone’s phones kept alerting them of messages, and as they checked  them, they turned to look towards Hannah. Hannah started getting teary eyed and couldn’t wait to leave her class , and was relieved to hear the bell ring.

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Anticlimactic (Taehyung/Reader/Mark Tuan)

Prompt: “Do you guys do cross fandoms? Cos I really need some Mark (GOT7) and Taetae smut”

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Hanging out at Mark’s place with your boyfriend Taehyung takes an interesting turn. 

Tags: Threesome, Edging, Oral, etc.

Originally posted by mvss


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so cold 02 / min yoongi imagine

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye


summary: after confessing to yoongi you later on find out about something that makes your heart heartbroken even more

part 01 part 03


it’s been weeks since you last saw Yoongi. this week was the hardest one you’ve ever had to face in your life. the feeling of loneliness and emptiness cannot replace anything. but the tears are the result of how much you’re actually suffering. you refuse to tell anyone about the other day, fearing you’d cry even more and you don’t want any self pity from anyone. not even to hear those words : “you’ll find someone better” or “he doesn’t know what he had just let go” when in reality you’ll never find someone better.

you were sitting outside on a bench with your notepad in your hands the other one holding a pencil. pouring all of your emotions on a piece of paper was always something that helped you relax your mind. the sun was slowly travelling behind the mountains and soon the lights in the park turned on.

it was getting pretty late but you still kept writing until you were out of words to write. from a far away you could see two figures approaching you but you couldn’t recognize who it is.

the fear had awaken in you so you packed everything and threw it in your bookbag. slowly standing up you started walking towards your home. from behind you could hear voices and the steps getting closer and closer.

“y/n?” came out of a deep voice that sounded a bit familiar. it made you stop in your tracks turning around facing this figure.

you were facing someone you hated so much, wished you would never see him again in your life. the way he broke your heart even though it was so long ago. still the pain was inside of you the reason behind it because you cared so much about him. it was you’re ex standing with another friend beside him.

“y/n? omg hi, what are you doing here?”

“not your damn business” turning your back to him he grabbed your shoulder digging his fingers into you trying to make you face him.

“leave me alone!” you yelled and felt another par of arms trying to do the same as your ex. you felt numb unable to move away from them, trying to scream but it didn’t work no one was around anymore since it got so dark outside.

“you’re not going anywhere baby.” he slurred with his words now with both hands on you, no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t get rid of his grip.

“hey! get the fuck away from her” 

that voice. that sweet but deep voice coming closer and closer. the pair of hands soon left your body and you felt free.

it was yoongi.

“get the fuck out of here or i’ll murder you within 3 seconds!” your ex and his pal soon started running away from both of you disappearing into the night.

 “yoongi?” you asked carefully turning around gripping your bookbag tight to your body feeling nervous 

 "shut up i’m taking you home” he said harshly while walking away from you and you following him. 

you just didn’t get why was he so mad at you. afterall is not like you did anything bad, you just confessed to him. you bit your lip trying not to cry approaching his car. you started opening the passenger’s door but soon you were stopped in your tracks when yoongi spoke. “no, sit in the back.” confusing you obeyed him, opening the back door and as soon as you sat down you saw a figure in front of you. 

you only saw the back of the head but soon realized it was a girl. with long black hair her eyes turning to yoongi. 

 "oh is this y/n?“ she asked him and he nodded his eyes facing on the road as he started the car.

‘’hey y/n, my name is Nari nice to meet you’’ she said sticking her hand out to greet with yours. but you just sat there confused. not knowing who this mysterious girl is since Yoongi never mentioned a girl named Nari in your life. he never really had any girl friends except you and his 6 other hyungs. while trying to process who this girl is, you noticed a hand waving in front of you.

‘’y/n? you okay?’’ it was Nari trying to get you back into reality. while you still didn’t know what to do. either asking her who she is or just playing it cool like you know everything.

‘’yeah…I’m okay…’’ you said smiling nicely sticking your hand out to her and you finally shook hands. looking into her face you noticed how beautiful she is. full lips, not a single pimple on her face and her hair shining even through the night. 

‘’isn’t my boyfriend a bad ass oh and your best friend of course, I saw what happened back there you sure you’re fine?’’

boyfriend?

and then it hit you. this was his girlfriend

confusingly trying to process how the hell does he have a girlfriend all of the sudden yet he never mentioned anyone. thinking when did he get her if the real reason why he’s acting so cold is because of her… so many thoughts were going through your mind right now but on top of that you felt pain. pain and feeling heartbroken, your heart shattering into million pieces. you couldn’t believe your eyes. that was his girlfriend what the hell?

everything happened within seconds. the car reached a red light and without even thinking you gripped the cars handle opening it and getting out. a shocked look on your face was still siting there soon replaced by the tears. you couldn’t even look back to the car you just started walking along the dark path that would lead you to your house. you didn’t care how long you had to walk you just knew that if you would sit in that car the tears would show and that might make Yoongi even more mad.

‘’y/n get back in this car right now!’’ yoongi’s voice was trying to convince you to get back in the car. but why would you? is not like he cared about you anymore, clearly he has a girlfriend now that could take care of him, making him feel loved while you have nobody. 

you heard the car’s engine turn off and someone running behind you. that made you speed up, holding onto your bookbag you tried to run as fast as you could but the person caught up and stepped in front of you. it was Yoongi.

‘’get out of my way now!’’ you yelled trying to push past him but he was faster. his arms were wide spread making sure you wouldn’t get out of his sight.

‘’go back into the car y/n.’’ he said again running up and down forbidding you to run away.

‘’i’m not going back, get out right now!’’ 

‘’stop! listen I know you’re mad at me and-…’’

‘’mad at you?! fuck you yoongi you’re not my best friend at all! i seriously can’t understand why have you been so cold to me the past week like I’ve done something so terrible. even if you didn’t except my confession you could’ve told me nicely not to fucking yell at me!’’

‘’wow y/n calm down..’’

‘’I’m not going to. and you have a girlfriend what the hell yoongz?!’’

‘’i’m sorry okay I was trying to tell you but..’’

‘’but what huh?! why are you even trying to be nice now all of the sudden huh?! get back in the car and drive away I never wanna see you again!’’ you yelled turning away from him wiping the tears with your sleeves. 

‘’you don’t mean that y/n…I’m your best friend..’’

‘’you’re not my best friend. a best friend doesn’t let you down and stays with you no matter what. forget about me. were finished here.’’ you simply said walking away from him in the direction you were firstly trying to go to. he didn’t stop you he just stood there looking at you as you slipped away into the shadows. moments later you heard the car start again and driving away. 

the feeling of emptiness  and loneliness got even stronger so as the tears that just couldn’t stop. running back to your dorm you locked the door and jumped on the bed, crying yourself to sleep.


for the next three days you didn’t move from your bed. you didn’t care about you’re college yet still a few months until it’s all over. you refused getting up as your body felt weak due to the lack of food and water. you would just get up to go to the bathroom and that was it. falling back on the bed you closed you’re eyes drifting off to sleep yet again.

you lost a track of time and what day it is, today you might have an exam but you didn’t care. you couldn’t pick yourself up as the moments kept flashing back into your mind never leaving it. the tears stopped coming since you couldn’t cry anymore but your face was swollen with red puffy eyes. you just couldn’t stop thinking about yoongi. the more you brought up his name in your mind the more lonely and heartbroken you felt. 

seconds later you could feel your bed moving but just very lightly. before you realized that it was your phone the buzzing stopped. since your bed was a mess you were looking for the phone quite some time and it buzzed again a few times. after finally finding it you took it in your hands. only to see your face again. you looked bad. so bad as if all the life was drained out of you. you couldn’t recognize yourself anymore. the more you looked on the phone screen the worse it got, but your face was soon replaced with a name and a picture.

SUGA is calling…

your heart raised, feeling as if it’s going to pop out of your chest any minute now. trying not to freak out or let another tear slip by across your cheeks you threw your phone across the room and luckily it landed on the pile of clothes on the floor. what to do? either to answer and put him in his place or just ignore him forever. what’s there left to do, he broke your heart.

buzzing didn’t stop. it felt like it’s going to be buzzing until you would pick up but as your heart was saying yes your mind was saying no. what does he even want now? after all he’s done to you? does he even deserve for you to pick up the phone and answer? it started getting pretty annoying so you ran up to your phone, trying to shut it but by accident you pressed the answer button and soon you heard his voice.

‘’y/n? answer me please…’’ you could tell by his voice he wasn’t good. he sounded sad almost as he was wounded by something so deep in his heart. as he kept repeating ‘answer me’ you started crying again, biting at your lip trying to contain your sobs so that he wouldn’t hear them but it was too late.

‘’y/n you’re crying? please answer me i want to be there for you like I used to be please just don’t do this to me…’’

‘’you did this to yourself’’ you said ending the phone call. shutting it down and throwing it again somewhere. you broke down crying again feeling even worse than before. empty and lonely, the feeling of broken. and again you cried yourself to sleep.

Ruined Prom night (Shawn Mendes)

Hi loves,

please request something I’m running out of ideas haha. 

Requests are open!

Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by teendotcom

Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really have choise

**

„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t  worry, you’ll be fine. I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much for me but it still made me nervous.

„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat. Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like it happened just yesterday.  „Well you don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N, if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the evening‘s done“  I said knowing it would put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed my lips before stepping out of the car.

**

Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now. Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.

When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me  I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy? Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.

On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me? Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their  prom dresses. I should have been there with my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves. Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I left.

Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am. Pathetic.

**

Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.

**

„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so mad at me?  I gave you an oppurtunity to be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel room. I needed to get out of here.

**

„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.

I was sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.

I turned around when I heard soft music start to play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically. Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”

BTS - he likes you more than a friend.

Request: If reactions are still open, could you do BTS’s reaction to them realizing they like their best friend much more then a friend, like romantically. Please and Thank You!  


Seokjin: From the beginning he has feelings for you, but he never said anything because he was afraid of ruining the friendship.
You were going out with a guy and Seokjin was dying of jealousy. “But why do you have to go out with him?” “Well, he’s a nice guy..” “I’m nicer.” “Yes, but you are my friend.” “What if I want to be more than your friend?” He said and you were speechless. “Oh, no, forget it.” He said ashamed. “No. Do you like me?” “Kind of…” “Alright then, I kind of like you, too.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Hmmm, that’s good.” He smiled.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Yoongi: He tried to hide the feelings he had for you, but it was so difficult for him. “Yoongi, does this outfit looks good?” “Yes, you look beautiful.” “Thanks.” You smiled. His heart was pounding hard when you smiled. He couldn’t hide anymore. “(Y / n) … What would you do if some friend were in love with you?” “Depends on which friend …” “If it were me?” He asked and you looked at him. “Well … If the friend were you, I would be very happy.” “Why?” He smiled. “Because I like you.” “Fuck, really? Why don’t we date yet?” “Because you never told me that you like me.” “I like you, let’s date?”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: "Why don’t you tell her?“ Namjoon asked. "This will end our friendship, she doesn’t like me back.” Hoseok said. “Who’s she?” You asked, entering the room. “Hm, nobody.” Hoseok smiled at you. “Oh, c'mon! Tell me.” “I’m leaving …” Namjoon said. “Nobody, forget it.” “Please, Hobi!” You pouted. “Ugh, stop. Okay, I’ll tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Well…I kind of like you.” “Kind of?” “I fucking like you.” “Are you serious?” “Of course I am.” He said and you hugged him. “What does this hug mean?” “It means I like you too.” “So instead of hugging, why don’t we kiss?”

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Namjoon: He was planning to confess his feelings for you for a long time. But he didn’t know how. “Joon, can we have ice cream?” You asked as a child. “Of course baby.” “Baby?” “Oh sorry.” He laughed nervously. “No. I liked that.” You smiled. “Would you like to be my girlfriend too?” “What? Really?” “Well, I’m just asking, but if you want…” He laughed. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You pulled him and kissed him. “Wow, that’s was easy.” He said laughing.

Originally posted by bwink

Jimin: You were watching a movie together on the couch. “You know, I like you.” He said smiling. “I like you too.” “Not like that, I really like you!” “Like girlfriend?” “Yes.” “Why didn’t you say that before? I thought I was on friendzone!” You said and he laughed. “I thought I was on friendzone too.” “Let’s get it over with.” You kissed him.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Taehyung: He loved to spoil you, even though you were just best friends. Well, he wanted to be more, but didn’t know if you wanted the same. “Taetae!” You hugged him when he came to your house. “Hello!” He laughed. “I brought this for you.” He said and gave you a box. “What is?” “Open it!” You opened it and had a teddy bear with a paper. You read it and it was written on. “I think you should date Taehyung.” You laughed and looked at him. “Oh, he thinks I should date you.” “I think the same.” “But you have to ask me on a date first!” “Do you want to go out with me?” He laughed. “Of course!”

Originally posted by taedamn

Jungkook: Today he called you to sleep at his house and of course, you accepted. When you got there, he was playing video games with nothing but boxers. “Hm, what a body.” You said laughing. But you were actually dying inside. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you were coming now.” He said and covered himself with a pillow. “It’s okay.” You sat on the couch. “Should I get dressed?” He asked, looking at the TV. “No. Let me appreciate that vision.” You laughed and he paused the game, then looked at you. “Look, you can appreciate it better.” He gave you a smirk. “Such a perv!” “Let’s get to the point, why don’t you date me? Look how hot I am.” “Do you think I should date you?” “Yes.” “Okay, i’ll. Because I want to kiss you so bad, I’m going to die if you don’t do it now.” You said and he pulled you into a hot kiss.

Originally posted by purelyjimin


i don’t do it so romantic but i hope you like anyway.

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ferardislove-ferardislife  asked:

MC as a painter and rfa+V&Saeren find out one day

This one gave me a little trouble because it’s really close to the artist one I’ve done in the past, but I did my best to make it unique. 


Yoosung

  • The two of you usually hang out at his place, simply because there’s more room and he’s got a nicer setup for things like movies or gaming. When you’re not there, you go out.
  • You decide not to tell him because you want to surprise him with a gift; a painting of his LOLOL character.
  • In the meantime, you let him teach you about the game and even make your own character (it’s actually really fun?), and he’s so excited that it doesn’t take long for you to end up with top-notch gear like his.
  • When his birthday rolls around, you carefully wrap the two paintings you made and take it over to him, handing them to him in anticipation.
  • He unwraps them eagerly and gasps, his jaw dropping at both of them; one of his character standing majestically against one of his favorite backdrops in the game, and one of your character posing with his.
  • “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs, staring down at them. “Did you ask someone to paint them for you?”
  • You laugh, knowing this was likely to come up. “Nope. I painted them myself.”
  • His eyes widen and he just blinks at you a moment before setting them down and scooping you up into his arms, twirling you around once and placing a kiss on your lips.
  • “W-wow! That’s so amazing! You’re so talented, why didn’t you ever tell me? I can’t believe you managed to capture them both so well…” and he’s off, chattering happily about the pictures as well as your skill, making sure to state over and over again how amazed and proud he is of you.
  • “I’m going to show all of my friends how awesome of a girlfriend I have!”

Zen

  • You want so badly to impress him, to show him you’re worth his time, and so you tell him over the phone one day.
  • He says he’s impressed and that one day he hopes to see something of yours. So of course, you decide to paint something specifically for him to see.
  • What is the question, but the answer presents itself when he calls you one day after Jumin pressures him about doing a cat food commercial, and he mentions in passing that that he likes dogs.
  • When you get off the phone, you excitedly open your sketch pad, determined to find a dog you think represents him and paint it.
  • Then he hurts his ankle and you pour yourself into your work, hoping that the hints everyone but Jaehee have been sending about you possibly going to see him is true and wanting to have it done by then.
  • You barely finish in time, but you do. No sooner is the paint dry then you have to go.
  • The door opens to his apartment and you immediately hand him the canvas, holding your breath as he takes it, motioning you inside before looking at it.
  • “This is beautiful, but if I may ask, why this dog?” His eyes never leave the canvas and you can tell he’s just being curious, not rude.
  • “I wanted to pick a breed that I thought fit what I think of when i think of you. So I chose the Alaskan Malamute; handsome and strong.”
  • He carefully sets it down and pulls you into a hug, a gesture you happily return.
  • “Thank you, I love it. Your personality is reflected in the way you painted it: beautiful and kind.”

Jaehee

  • You start the painting of Zen as soon as you discover how hard she has it, thinking maybe it will at least let her know someone cares for her.
  • It doesn’t take much to get Zen on-board with the plan, and he digs up some super rare photos of him in past roles for you to choose from.
  • When it’s done, you hitch a taxi ride to where she lives, purposefully timing it to arrive when Zen does to give her the grinder.
  • It’s rolled up in a tube and stuffed in your backpack, so she has no idea you have anything for her.
  • Which means she looks even more surprised when you extract the tube and hand it over to her, softly saying you got her something, too.
  • She sits down her coffee and pops it open, unrolling it carefully once she pulls it out.
  • Her soft little gasp makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
  • Zen leans over to see which picture you chose, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up before making an excuse and leaving, so it’s just you and her.
  • There are tears in her eyes as she carefully rolls it up, placing it gently on her table. She stands and makes her way over to you and you stand as well, anticipating a hug.
  • You’re a bit surprised when she kisses you instead.
  • “Thank you,” she says softly when she pulls back, smiling at you. “Thank you for sharing your talent with me. It’s a beautiful portrait but… knowing you’re the one who made it makes it so much more special.”

Jumin

  • He didn’t really know what you got up to at Rika’s apartment, and after moving in, he knew you repurposed one of the spare rooms, but he’s never really asked why in the few weeks you’ve been living there.
  • You leave the door open when you go in and he can hear music playing, but he’s never felt the urge to interrupt you.
  • Today is a little different in that he’d had a particularly rough day at work and is really needing some of your wonderful comfort. Normally he might be able to make do with Elizabeth the 3rd, but she’s nowhere to be found.
  • The door is cracked open but he knocks anyway, waiting to enter until your voice calls out for him to do so.
  • His eyes widen as he steps in, taking in the sight of you in your painting clothes standing before your easel, canvas in front of you and Elizabeth the 3rd sitting just beyond, posing.
  • You beckon him over and he strides forward, eyes wandering over various other things you’ve been working on. It’s all impressive. He’s impressed.
  • What you’re currently working on is a painting based off your engagement photo, except that you seem to be adding Elizabeth the 3rd in.
  • “I thought you might like something like this for at work or just to have around here,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, and he feels his spirits lifting higher already.
  • “I will happily take anything you paint and display it in my office for all to see,” he says seriously, running a hand over your cheek. “I love you.”

707

  • He finds out fairly quickly just by seeing you do it over the CCTV. It isn’t long after that you mention it offhandedly in chat, saying you’re not that good.
  • That’s a lie; even through the grainy lens of the camera he can see how careful you are, how beautiful it is.
  • He’s entranced and will often spend any break he has watch (or re-watching) you paint, because it’s so relaxing to him and you really seem to enjoy it.
  • He makes a joke in the chat room that you should paint him a picture of Longcat. Or Elly, although Jumin’s quick to shoot that one down.
  • You just tease him back, but he notices you shift the angle you work in, making it so he can’t see what you’re doing.
  • It’s not long after he’s forced to come to your apartment and you two get in a fight over whether or not you can be friends. When you confront him yet again -this time by throwing your arms around him- he wonders why you’re pushing so hard, but he is wearing down.
  • You disappear suddenly before returning with a painting; one of him, surrounded by cats - including Elly and Longcat.
  • That’s it, he’s gone.
  • It’s not quite completed and he asks if he can watch you work on it. You agree, of course.
  • “Babe, let’s go to the space station. I could spend the rest of my life with you, watching you paint.”

V

  • When he makes a passing comment about this being his last batch of photos to sell, you mention maybe you could try your paintings to see if they’d sell.
  • He gets curious and looks them up, while he can still see. Like him, you’re not widely known but you do have a following and he can see why; you’re fantastic.
  • It’s one of the things that helps you two bond. After everything happens at the ME headquarters and he miraculously survives, you help him paint as a way to still be able to express himself.
  • He can’t see well enough through the camera to take pictures anymore but he can still see the beauty of color, so he paints based on that.
  • He’ll never be good, not like you, but that doesn’t matter; in addition to the joy of it, he’s also falling for you.
  • “I’m so happy you were blessed with this talent; it’s what allowed me to grow closer to you.”

Saeran

  • It takes a while for him to let you approach him after he’s rescued, but one of the first times you do is at his and Seven’s birthday party where you present him with a picture of the sky at dawn, filled with colors and clouds.
  • He loves it but he’s confused; why are you giving him anything?
  • “Thank you, but I- I can’t accept this,” he says, trying to give it back. “I don’t deserve a gift from you.”
  • You gently push it back toward him. “Please, keep it,” you reply and he’s shocked to see some hurt in your eyes. Did he do that? Again? “I made it for you.”
  • “You… made it?” You nod, and he stares down at it. It’s lovely, really, and holds a promise of the tranquility he’s never felt.
  • He admires you for painting, and is shocked when one say you ask if he wants to paint with you. “It might be good for you,” you say, as if he really needs the excuse.
  • But it is good for him; the action provided him with the calm he feels when he looks at the picture you made him, and he starts to do it often, even when you’re not there.
  • Christmas comes around and you gift him another painting, this one of the night sky.
  • He hands you one back, blushing deeply as you open it. It’s a little cartoon of you and him painting, and the text says “thank you for letting me into your world. The next panel shows you outside together, eating ice cream and pointing at the clouds. “Would you like to be in mine?”

oh jesus you guys. so given what’s been on my dash lately i was just gonna post something offhand like

“so who else wants to see Jacob from Fantastic Beasts and LeFou from the new Beauty and the Beast hanging out together, am i right”

but then i realized the logical conclusion of that is like, them striking up a friendship and then at some point agreeing to a meeting somewhere

so they can be introducing their respective close friends to each other

which means that as some point we would get queenie meeting gaston

which in my mind ended up going something like this:

LeFou: Hi Jacob! This is my friend.
Jacob: Hi Lefou, this is my g-girlfriend…
Queenie: Hey boys.
Gaston: Why hello-
Queenie: You’re Gaston. Hi, I’m Queenie. Wow, honey. Most guys think the exact same thing as you first time they see me, but usually they try to reign it in a little harder.
Gaston: Er-
Queenie: No, it’s all right, I don’t mind. It’s just different, is all. But I like different. That’s the thing about reading people, you realize real quick the way everybody’s different and the ways in which we’re all the same.
Gaston: …Right. Well-
Queenie: A war hero, huh? Well that is impressive! No wonder you like talking about it so much. And thinking about it.
Gaston: Of course! And-
Queenie: I don’t know about the “greatest hunter who ever lived” - I mean, have you ever had a chance to take down, say, a dragon? Or a basilisk? But oh, it’s not that I don’t believe you, I’m sure you’re very impressive.
Gaston: I-
Queenie: It’s important to you, isn’t it? Bein’ impressive. I mean, I can tell, that’s basically who you are to yourself. And if you didn’t have that, you’re not quite sure who you’d be.
Gaston: I-I-
Queenie: It’s okay though, honey. To admit you don’t know, sometimes. That you’re overwhelmed. Or scared. Or insecure.
Gaston: I n-never-!
Queenie: Or lonely. Oh no…oh, honey, it’s okay. I’m sure you’ll find somebody. Somebody who really, really gets you. And loves you for who you are, inside and out. Who’ll love you as much as you need to be loved, to be happy.
Gaston: *speechless, manfully trying not to cry*
Queenie: *pats him on the shoulder, smiling*
Jacob: I am so, so sorry…she’s always-
LeFou: *puts hand over his mouth* We’re keeping her.