you guys are the perfect couple seriously

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RFA reacting to an mc who is SUPER beautiful (on the level of Zen) but is SUPER oblivious to it.

Wow so it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything and I know this isn’t smut but I figured I should start somewhere!

- holy shit
- holyyyyyyyy shitttttttt
- how???did he even get a catch like you?????
- every morning he wakes up next to you he is in utter awe okay do you even realize
- you don’t? Well he’s going to tell you
- a lot
- if you didn’t have a praise kink now would be the time to get one
- this boy worships the ground you walk on

- wow
- W O W
- he always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you in person blew him away
- the beast awakes
- seriously you give him a look like you might be interested and he’ll ravage you in a broom closet your boy dgaf
- sexiest couple tbh

- lots of (blurry) pictures on his phone
- honestly he would hire a photographer when he couldn’t get any good shots himself
- “Jumin you don’t have to -”
- yes. He really does.
- he never stops telling you how beautiful you are
- his mouth finds yours as soon as he walks through the door at the end of the day
- he doesn’t hold back that’s for sure
- you’re perfect for him in every way
- total sweetheart

- “Baaaaaaabe look at you! We’re twins!”
- but seriously this guy is floored
- at first he thinks your photos have to be fake
- there’s no way you’re the new RFA member
- no way
- AND you want to be with him????? What?????
- the first time he tells you how beautiful you are your eyebrows crinkle together and you laugh it off
- “no I don’t think you understand you’re prettier than the cars in my garage babe”
- thanks seven

seriously, it INFURIATES me that kishimoto had the audacity to say sakura wouldn’t have been perfect for naruto. like are you fucking serious, my dude? how you gonna have naruto fawn over sakura, promising to bring back the guy that never even loved her back, then have sakura start developing feelings for naruto, have naruto’s fucking dad compare sakura to kushina, and then just NOT make them a couple!? naruhina and sasusaku are the worst fucking ships in the entire anime history. i’m pro sasunaru, but even i would have preferred it if naruto and sakura got together instead. fuck you, kishimoto! 

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Pressure (Jimin x Reader)

“You smell like trash, let me take you out.”

3.2k words, comedy + fluff, jimin/reader, normalverse


For Jimin, they were practically synonymous with a crowded room full of laughter, late night takeout, crummy TV show marathons, shit eating grins, and other things like–

“Truth or dare?”

Yoongi’s giving him that look: intimidating, challenging, merciless. He may as well have just said “dare or dare.” Jimin doesn’t bat an eyelash, trying to look unperturbed.

Apparently, their friend group hasn’t quite let go of the game despite being well past the middle school phase. Well past. But then again, it’s not like the game could ever be completely shunned; sometimes when other things get too overplayed, nothing quite riles up a crowd like an occasional game of Truth-or-Dare

“Dare,” Jimin says simply. He takes a huge gulp of his soda, sets it aside. Afterall, how bad could it be? Yoongi smirks. Memories of past games flash through Jimin’s mind. Okay, it could be pretty bad. But they’re sober right now, so at least no one’s going to be trying to jump off the roof. So not that bad. Comparatively, at least.

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gotchu love xx [not taking requests, but this is the only exception]


“Y/N!” Ashton called you from the living room, having you rush down the stairs to find him. You walked along the smooth wooden floor with socks, sliding over into the well-furnished living room before. “How do I work it?”

“Work what?” You asked him, shaking your head as he held ‘it’ to you. You grabbed his phone and saw that he was at his Instagram story area. “What do you wanna do?”

“A live stream!” Ashton gushed, having you smile before sitting yourself next to him. He quickly grabbed your legs and propped them on his, having you turn slightly more towards him. You giggled, looking at the excited Australian before you.

His brown hair was a little messy, still curly with the trim he had just a bit ago. Some of those locks played down to his nose, highlighting those hazel eyes with ease. You were amused to see that he had actually shaved the little beard he owned just for this live. Prickles of hair were now ornate on his chin, being fully ignored by his delightful smile.

“Okay, so we just press here and… there we go.” Instantly, you held it up to you to see for yourself. People were instantly pouring into the stream, going by the thousands without you or Ashton saying a single word. You were so shocked by the influx that you didn’t realize all the fans were looking at were your face.

“Aha, Y/N, look at the comments!” Ashton gushed, having you shake your head before turning to your boyfriend. He gently took the phone from your hands and faced it to him, having the fans go insane. “She is very pretty, isn’t she?” Ashton said happily.

“I think we need to take you to the eye doctor again, baby,” you began jokingly. You poked at the crinkles of his right eye, having him tilt the phone a bit so the fans could see you, too. “You’re getting blinder if you find me pretty.” 

“You’re right,” Ashton agreed. Quickly, he moved his face just inches away from yours, having you back up a bit from the sudden motion. “You’re actually beautiful.” 

You placed your face on the side of his face and gently shoved it away. 

“Shut up,” you denied sheepishly as Ashton began to laugh. You shoved yourself more towards him to show up in the live stream better. “Have you seen this guy in that photo with Calum and Michael? Where they’re looking down and rocking those double chins? Ashton is such a zaddyish model.” You pretended to swoon, having Ashton roll his eyes as his eyes read the rapid commenting. 

“Does that mean you fell for my looks?” Ashton said with a playful tone of sadness. 

“Nah, you were like, the coolest dork I met,” you began with a grin. “Though, it’s still a sin that you don’t like FIFA.” Ashton quickly put up a triggered expression. One that entirely read ‘I am so done with your shit right now.’ It made you cover your mouth to laugh loudly. 

“Just gonna completely ignore that,” Ashton began, having you playfully hit his bicep as you two read the comments. “Okay guys, if you wanna ask us anything, you can. Like, we’re bored and chilling, so if you want…” 

“Oh hey!” You swiftly pointed at a comment on Ashton’s phone. “‘For Y/N, what has been your favorite moment on tour with Ashton?’“ You placed your chin in between your index finger and thumb in thought. But Ashton was quick to give you a memory. 

“Oh fuck, she’s probably gonna start with the drumming shit,” Ashton began, letting out a deep sigh as your face lightened up. You snapped, beginning to giggle before actually being able to tell the story. 

“Okay, so I was setting up Ashton’s kit over in Finland, yeah?” You began. “And as I was, I was testing out the sounds, too. So I would hit the drums with the drumstick to make sure the drums are adjusted correctly. And as I was, Ashton like, comes over from left wing and like, leans on one of the drum stands. He had this weird cocky face on and he was all like, ‘you wanna keep banging those drums or me?’ And then–” 

You had trouble continuing the story, quickly cracking up before getting to the good part. Comments were flowing over how cute the two of you were acting. Even though you were going to say something stupid about Ashton in the story, Ashton was staring at you adoringly. He loved your laughter. 

“Okay, she’s going to laugh to her death, so I’ll finish,” Ashton began as he sighed once more. “So then she like, threw one of the drumsticks at me without actually hitting me. But I flinched so bad, I topped on the floor and landed on my arse.” 

“It was bloody fantastic!” You exclaimed, clapping as you snorted from your harsh laughter. That’s when Ashton joined in, calling you a piglet as he laughed with you. “Holy shit–!” 

Tears began forming in your eyes, having Ashton place his face in his hand in pure defeat. You leaned your head against his shoulder, still cracking up with him. But slowly, you calmed down into a few giggles, resting your head on his warm shoulder. 

“But you looked cute while falling, so I give you props, babe,” you complimented, tilting your head up to see Ashton’s salty expression. You smiled, biting your bottom lip as his face softened into gentle awe. His eyes glimmered a bit, his hazel eyes being highlighted as they stared into yours. 

“You’re so lucky I like you so much,” Ashton said simply, rolling his eyes a bit playfully. 

“I am so luck, aren’t I?” You respond softly, reaching up to plant a tender kiss on Ashton’s lips. They were soft, gracious for how consistent Ashton is with his chapstick use. You swiftly swipe your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away to give your boyfriend a wide smile. 

“Y’know what, I think it’s the other way ‘round,” Ashton began as he stared back at the phone. “I’m incredibly lucky that she likes me so much. She’s so beautiful and kind and patient, like I’m damn lucky to have Y/N.” 

“Stoooop!” You moaned against his shoulder, having him chuckle from your attempt to cover your face. You then felt Ashton plant a kiss on the top of your head. You then look over at the phone, which is completely diverted to your flushed face. 

“My favorite face of hers right here, guys,” Ashton mused, having you cover your face with your hands. “Babe, look here. We’re the couple of the year it seems.” 

You uncover your face to read the comments. There were a series of ‘awwwww,’ ‘they’re so perfect,’ and ‘these are my goals!’ You smiled, feeling elated that people agreed with your relationship. Even though haters resided in the comments, a majority of them were down about your relationship. 

“Ya’ll are so sweet,” you gushed. “But seriously, you guys need to find yourselves an Ashton, because it’ll absolutely be the best thing you do.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face against his. This motion suddenly caused him to almost drop the phone. 

“Shit!” He caught it hastily between his hands. It was a very lucky catch, you thought. But as he found the screen once more, the both of you noticed that you were back at the Instagram layout. “What did I do?” 

“You ended the stream, dummy!” You exclaimed with laughter, watching as Ashton struggled to start a new one. 

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Stalker : SHS

Words: 2.9K

Genera: Fluff

a/n: dedicated to my bestie @lolot12 cuz she requested this imagine ❤️

You walked through the crowded company, politely bowing at everyone on your way out. You waited by the company’s entrance for your driver, unaware that someone’s day had just started.

Hoseok fixed his face mask, making sure it covered the bottom half of his face and not to stare at you too much so you won’t catch him.

He’s been following you everywhere for months ever since you two bumped into one another in your father’s company’s main hall.

He remembers how your eyes met. How his heart twisted. And how bad he felt after getting rejected on his job interview, not because he wasn’t compatable, but because he wasn’t going to see your face again.

So he decided to watch you quietly, admiring you from afar and watching you shine whenever you smiled or laughed.

“Yes dad” you picked your phone which started ringing earlier.

“Did you get your invitation?” He asked and you frowned.

“What invitation?”

“I’ll show it to you when you get home” he told you and you smiled.

“Okay, I’m on my way!” You told him and you two hung up.

Your driver arrived and you got in, sending Hoseok running to his bike. He biked all the way behind you to your house, but he just stopped there. He might be stalking you, but he still respects your privacy.

“I’m home!” You announced and your mom greeted you.

“I got this amazing dress for your party tonight!” Your mom told you excitedly.

“What’s up with this party you’re both talking about?” You laughed sitting with your parents in the living room.

“My friend’s son is throwing a party. Just for fun, and he invited you” your dad explained and you nodded.

“Oh, okay. When tonight?” You asked.

“Probably seven or eight so you might as well go get ready because you only have two to three hours” your mom told you and you got up and quickly got to your room.

You got ready for a shower and walked to the curtains to close them when you noticed someone by your house’s gate. You stared at him for a while, trying to remember where you saw him.

“He’s very familiar” you told yourself, shrugging and walking into the bathroom.

By your house’s door stood a bored Hoseok, waiting for you to come out. He looked around, but there was nothing to look at really. He huffed and looked up at your window, wondering what you were doing. His thoughts were cut off by his phone’s ringing.

“What?” He asked.

“Are you after her again?!” Hyungwon, his best friend, asked. He rolled his eyes.

“You got a problem with that?”

“Hyung! You’re just torturing yourself. Ask her out or let her go!”

“I can’t get rejected. I won’t be able to handle that, so I’m just watching her for now” He replied, looking at his feet as he leaned on the wall behind him.

“How’d you know how she’ll react?!” Hyungwon asked, frustrated.

“Why would she look at me?! She’s beautiful and successful and lives in a nice house and has a lot of way better looking guy friends and colleagues! I’m nothing compared to her” He said, his best friend sighing.

“Hyung, I told you not to underestimate yourself like that. Cmon, you know how good looking and sexy you are” he teased and Hoseok held back a smile.

“Well, I am, but I’m still not enough for her. I know she doesn’t like looks, they’re something complimentary to her. That’s why I like her so much. God, it’s killing me” He explained.

“Just..the guys are going out tonight, you’re not coming?” Hyungwon asked and Hosok sighed.

“I don’t know”

“You’ve always waited, but she never came out. Stop missing out on fun, you need to have a good time too” he said and Hoseok thought of everything he missed.

“Fine fine I’m coming. I hate you”

“I love you too” he laughed. Hoseok hung up and looked up at your window one last time, hoping you’ll come out, but there wasn’t anything.

He got on his bike to leave when your driver’s car pulled up at the gate. His eyes widened and he covered his face and pulled up his hoodie, ready for you to finally come out.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. Skinny black mini dress, silver heals, smokey make up, red lips.

“I’m getting you, Changkyun” you smirked before leaving your room.

Hoseok held his breath as you opened up your house’s door and walked to the car. His jaw dropped and his eyes were as wide as they could be.

“Holy…” he whispered.

As your driver drove off, he biked right after you. Changkyun’s pent house wasn’t that far, which obviously is an advantage for Hoseok.

When you got there, your driver opened up the door for you to get out, obliviously shooting Hoseok right into his heart.

He looked up at the building towering over him and his heart fell. He thought maybe you’ve already had somebody. He couldn’t resist following you and so he did. When you got to Changkyun’s house, a lady at the door took your name and made sure you were on the list. When everything was right, she opened the door, smiling at you.

“Oh” Hoseok realized what was going on and felt relived it’s a party and you weren’t meeting up with a guy. But you could do that at party, can’t you?

“I’ve got to get in there” he told himself then it hit him. He frowned down at his dusty jeans and T-shirt then sighed. He left the building, sulking, and biked back to his and Hyungwon’s place.

“What took you so long?!” Hyungwon asked as soon as Hoseok walked in and threw himself on his bed.

“She’s so beautiful” he yelled into his pillow.

“Get yourself together” Hyungwon told him, sitting down on the bed by his feet.

“Hold on” he raised his head off the pillow.

“Now what”

“Why not wear really nice clothes and try to get in?!” He looked at Hyungwon as he sat up.

“Hyung, you don’t want to mess with the rich. What if you got ca-” he stopped when Hoseok already got in the bathroom to take a shower.

“At least you’re living with a fashionable friend” Hyungwon sighed, getting up and looking through Hoseok’s closet.

Hoseok got dressed into Hyungwon’s suit, which was a bit too tight and long for him, but he didn’t mind at all. Hyungwon styled his hair, pushing it back to make him look like he was one of them.

“You’re actually useful” Hoseok told him as he wore his shoes. Hyungwon face palmed.

“Okay, tell the lady at the door that you’re a new money and that you’re too close with the party’s host that he or she didn’t even have to add you on the list” Hyungwon instructed and Hoseok frowned at him.

“I don’t even know the host’s name! We don’t even know if it’s a male or female!” He complained and Hyungwon thought for a solution.

“You’ve got his house number and building, right?” Hyungwon asked and Hoseok nodded.

“Give me his address. There’s someone I know who can help” Hoseok quickly gave him the address and he called that person.

“Hey, it’s Won, can you find this address for me?” He asked the guy on the phoebe before giving him the address.

“Write it down” Hyungwon whispered to Hoseok and he quickly pulled out his phone, ready to type.

“Lim Changkyun, 21 years old, AZ Entertainment’s heir, he lives in Gangnam in his pent house alone” Hyungwon repeated after the guy out loud for Hoseok, who’s mouth was slightly opened from hopelessness, to write.

“Alright, thank you very much” Hyungwon said then hung up.

“Damn” Hoseok breathed and Hyungwon sighed.

“Are you still sure about this?” Hyungwon asked.

“I’m leaving” Hoseok stood up and walked to the door.

“Thank you Hyungwoonie” he smiled at his best friend before leaving and walking to the bus station.

“Hyung!” Hyungwon called. Hoseok turned to look at him.

“Get her! Make her fall in love with you! Face first!” He yelled and Hoseok laughed. He waved his hand at him before continuing walking.

Once he got on the bus, everyone’s eyes twinkled at him. He smiled politely at everyone, bowing slightly. Some highschool girls kept whispering and giggling in the front, glancing at him every now and then. Even the old woman sitting next to him couldn’t keep her eyes off him.

“I have a single daughter, she’s 21 years old” the old lady suddenly told him and he smiled nervously.

“I, I’m taken” he half lied. He wasn’t in a relationship with you yet, but his heart was definitely taken by you.

When the bus finally made it to Gangnam, Hoseok left the bus and walked to Changkyun’s building. He got in and took the elevator to the 18th floor.

“Your name?” The security lady asked.

“Shin Hoseok” he said and she flipped through the papers she had.

“My name’s not on that list” he told her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m so close to Changkyun, he didn’t put my name on the list. He just asked me to call him when I get here” he told her, quickly changing Hyungwon’s name to “Changkyun” in his phone.

“How’s everything?! did you get in yet?!”

“Oh Changkyunah! I’m at the door!” He answered and Hyungwon laughed.

Hoseok showed the guard his phone call and she looked at him skeptically before opening the door for him.

“Just made it through” he laughed to Hyungwon as his voice got faded with the loud music.

“Have fun!” Hyungwon told him before hanging up.

He walked around the crowded house, looking for you. He sighed at the sight of the living room that was as big as his and Hyungwon’s entire apartment.

But he reminded himself what he was doing there and kept searching for you. He was about to go up the stairs when he noticed a balcony.

He walked out and saw more people out there, surrounding the pool. And there were you, on the other side of the pool, Changkyun’s arm around your waist as you laughed along with him and his friends.

Hoseok stared at you, not know if he should melt at your laugh or grief that you’re surrounded by someone else’s arm.

“You guys should date, seriously. You too are the perfect couple!” One of Changkyun’s friends told both of you and you looked at each other before laughing lightly.

“We’re just, you know, hanging out for now. Nothing serious” Changkyun clarified and you nodded, sipping on some champagne.

Hoseok couldn’t hear that conversation, but the sight of you and Changkyun was enough to tear his heart apart. He wanted to leave, but his legs would just not move. He decided to stay there and watch you.

He smiled when you smiled and his heart danced when you danced. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but he had to when he saw you walking towards his direction.

You made your way to the mini bar that was set on the other side of the pool, also Hoseok’s hiding spot ever since he arrived. 

He quickly walked away from the bar as you approached it and hid in between the crowd. He tried stealing glances of you since you were so close to him, but he could barely see you through the dancing crowd.

“How could so many people fit in here?!” He thought, glaring at everyone.

You got the drinks and was on your way back to Changkyun and his friends. There wasn’t enough space to walk other the the brink of the pool. Hoseok watched you as you walked, holding his breath.

You finally made it to Changkyun and gave him his drink before you drank yours. He slipped his arm around your waist again, making Hoseok’s blood boil.

A song you liked started playing and you started dancing. Changkyun smirked at you as he danced along. You were way into the song that you didn’t notice how close to the pool you were.

Hoseok watched from the other side as a guy unconsciously knocked you into the pool. Hoseok’s eyes went wide at the sight.

“Y/n!” He shouted before pushing through everyone and jumping right in.

“Jump in! What are you doing!” Changkyun’s friend told him.

“My suit will get dirty though! And don’t worry, she can swim” He told his friends and they all face palmed.

You heard someone scream your name before jumping in. You thought it was Changkyun, and that was the perfect scenario you’ve planned. But as Hoseok got closer, you realized it wasn’t him.

You swam to the surface and saw Changkyun standing there, just watching. Hoseok made it to the surface, but he just watched the scene like everyone else did. You were about yell at Changkyun when someone cut you off.

“Coward!” Hoseok yelled. You turned your head to look at him. Everyone looked at him, but his vision was focused on Changkyun.

“What?!” Changkyun laughed.

“She was drowning! You’re only good for holding her?! You should’ve used those arms to get her out!” He yelled angrily.  You frowned at him, then realized he’s the same guy who was by your door earlier that day.

“Who’s this?” Changkyun asked you, but you only swam to the middle of the pool where Hoseok was.

You looked into his eyes and his heart almost stopped. The moment he fell for you was repeating itself and his heart couldn’t handle it.

You suddenly placed your hands on his face and everyone held their breath. Everyone knew you and Changkyun were a thing even though you weren’t. But they still believed you two were for one another.

“I hope you don’t mind” you whispered before pulling his face closer and kissing him.

Everyone gasped and some cheered. Hoseok couldn’t hear any of that. It was like he was dreaming. He couldn’t move nor think. He just let you kiss him for as long as you wanted to.

You pulled away and swam to the pool’s ladder and got out, leaving Hoseok blanked out by himself. A guy stretched his arm out for him and helped him out.

“That was great, man” the guy told Hoseok as he patted his back. Hoseok was still getting himself together.

You stood in front of Changkyun, looking into his eyes. He frowned at you.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He told you. You raised your eyebrows and laughed, grabbing a glass of wine from his friend and pouring all over his suit.

“You better be” you told him.

“Hoseok!” his head shot up at your call. You walked to him, grabbing his arm.

“Let’s go” you told him and he followed you without a word.

“Let’s stay in for a while” he told you when you two got to the building’s lobby. You frowned in confusion.

“It’s cold out there, you don’t want to get sick” he told you quietly and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Do you like me?” You smiled at him and his mind went crazy.


“You’re the same guy. In the company’s main hall, then in the employment profile, at my house door, and now here. Perhaps, were you stalking me?” You asked him calmly and he felt vulnerable. He thought of just telling you everything.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sitting area that the lobby had. You sat down on the leather couch and Hoseok knelt down in front of you.

“You’ll probably laugh, but I seriously like you. Ever since I saw you in the main hall that day, I couldn’t see anyone else. And that admiration grew within me and I found myself following you just to look at you” he talked sincerely and your eyes twinkled.

“You could’ve just asked me out?” You told him and he smiled slightly at your hands.

“To me, you’re not just a girl I like. You’re someone I admire her attitude and thinking. I didn’t want you to end up with someone like me, who has nothing to offer to you-”

“You have your feelings to offer. Liking me for who I am and not for what I am is the biggest thing to offer. Not to mention your looks, of course” you told him and he laughed shyly.

“Is it too late to ask you out?” He smiled. You smiled bigger and shook your head.

“Would you like me to stop stalking you, and just watch you closely. About this close?” He whispered, his face right in front of yours.

“I don’t mind that at all” you giggled.

After that night, Hoseok kept his word literally. He never let you off. And as the company’s vice president, you employed him just so you could see him all day, everyday.

Your parents weren’t too happy about your relationship with Hoseok due to his social status, but they couldn’t forbid you when you just came home every time after a date extremely happy.

Hoseok listened to Hyungwon’s words and made you fall in love with him. Face first.

Eunkwang- Cries the whole way to the hospital, absolutely terrified about you and the baby. Doesn’t like you seeing him upset because he feels like he needs to be strong for you, but can’t hide his red eyes, and distraught expression from you. Will take some time off to make sure you’re safe and ok for the next few days. Keeps you in bed and well fed and comfortable.

Minhyuk-. Insists they do more tests at the hospital and keep you in overnight. Is really quiet through the whole thing, thinking about what would happen if he ever lost either of you. Holds your hand tightly, and hates that you have to comfort him because you know he’s struggling. When he gets you home he will be extremely careful with you, but very honest. He won’t try to hide from you how scared he is and how much he has realised he needs to be a father to your children.

Changsub- So out of his depth. He knew being a father was going to be hard, but he never thought he’d ever feel this scared about you. Strokes your hair half for your comfort, half for his own, touching you convinces him that your here and your going to get through it together. Thinks about trying to make you laugh but decides it’s not a good idea. Won’t sleep for the next couple of days because he’s so scared, thinks if he closes his eye you’ll disappear.

Hyunsik- All he ever wants in the world is for you to be safe and happy, and when you found out you were pregnant it was the most perfect thing for him. So when you’re in hospital with complications his world crumbles. From that moment on he makes sure you guys are in constant contact, with regular bump updates, and check ups with the doctor. Your health comes first. It will probably shake him up so much that he’ll seriously reconsider his future as an idol.

Peniel- First thing he does when you’re given the all clear is call his dad and try not to cry down the phone. He needs reassurance from his father, and for him to tell him that he can do it. Doubts his ability to handle the difficulties of fatherhood, thinks about what would happen if he had to do it on his own without you. Convinces himself that something is going to go wrong, stresses himself out so much he has to take a few days to collect himself. Then guilt trips himself that he wasn’t there to comfort you and help you feel better.

Ilhoon- Full blown panic, but entirely on the inside, so much so you start to wonder if he’s listening to anything the Doctor is saying. Would turn to the only therapy he knows and creates music. Will lock himself in the studio writing and producing and recording until his brain completely shuts down and he needs to stop. It’s his only way to cope but upon his return to you realises that he needs to find a healthier way to deal with his problems, especially seeing as very soon, two will become three and he can’t just abandon you to sort his head out.

Sungjae- Like the leader, he will cry, unashamedly cry his little eyes out. He’ll also recruit the help of his members, so that the whole of BTOB is in the hospital corridor, waiting to hear news of their nephew or niece to be. Makes him grow up a little, realising that being a parent is hard and scary, and things can go wrong. Will cut back on his schedules to spend more time with you so he can keep an eye on you. The help of his hyungs keeps him strong for you.

alone | one

⇢ In a world where time traveling exists, Y/N and Taehyung fall in love with time as their only obstacle.

Pairing: Taehyung | reader

◦ Genre: light angst, time traveler au

◦ Word count: 11k

◦ Warnings: none

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“Lost in your mind, I want to know. Am I losing mi mind? Never let me go. If this night is not forever, at least we are together. Apart, but still together…”

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Matchup plz? I'm 19, straight, female, Matchup? I'm a girl, 5'0", brown hair with blue highlights, brown eyes, glasses, a Leo, love cats, video games and anime, history nerd, a major dork with a huge ass imagination, prefers to be alone, and has anxiety ADHD and depression. I love mint chocolate chip icecream. I have no filter and tend to turn people off because of it. I love Saeyoung and Vanderwood! Did I say I love books and video games? Congrats btw!

yoooo I’m a leo too ♥ REPRESENT!!! today your match-up is *drum roll*


Seven is a major dork. You are a major dork. IT’S A MATCH MADE IN HEAVENNNNNN!!!! Seriously, you guys would be perfect together. The two of you would just sit in a room playing video games for HOURS, only saying a couple of words to each other because yours both so focused LOL


  • it’ 2am, and you juts finished re-watching your favorite history documentary
  • Of course, when you try to fall asleep you CAN’T because your damn imagination is ALL OVER THE PLACE
  • Soooo, you call your favorite person in the world
  • “Seven? Yeah, I can’t sleep.”
  • “Me neither. You wanna go get ice cream?”
  • “At 2am?”
  • “Yup.”
  • “I’m in.”
  • Since this wasn’t the first time you and Seven had late night ice cream adventures, the two of you knew exactly where to meet
  • As soon as you walked in you saw Seven holding two ice cream cones
  • “Here’s your mint chocolate chip!”
  • “Aww, you remembered my order?”
  • “Duh, you get the same thing every time!”
  • The rest of the night was spent gushing about your favorite animes, arguing over your favorite ships, and laughing
  • And the entire time all Seven could think about was how much he loved you
These Chemicals

Pairing: Y/N/Exboyfriend!Roommate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 3.600+

Summary: Having your best friend as your dorm roommate at college sounded like a dream coming true. Even better when you after years finally started dating. But things changed dramatically when Calum turned into your ex. But even with that, Calum’s can’t let you be alone to comfort yourself during thunderstorms. 

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Pretty Enough

Originally posted by grboynews

Insecurities, no matter how big or how small, are a part of life. It does not matter how confident or comfortable that you are with yourself, it is inevitable that insecure thoughts will occasionally invade your bubble of positivity. They may not be frequent but they do happen and they can cripple the progress that you’ve made in coming to love yourself.

And for you, that progress had been enormous.

Growing up, you were not the most confident in your looks. There was always someone prettier. There was always something that you could change about yourself. You struggled for a very long to overcome those nagging, unwelcome thoughts. The journey was not one that could be completed overnight and you still felt the pull of insecurity drag you under from time to time, but you were doing better. You were learning to love the things that once made you so insecure.

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The One in Which He’s Alive // l.h.

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word count: 2.7k+

summary: it’s in the pouring rain and at two in the morning that suddenly, luke hemmings stands on your doorstep—soaked—to tell you how much he doesn’t miss you.

His hair, his clothes—literally his everything is soaked to the core, as he turns around under the pouring rain and climbs the steps towards your parents’ patio, where he is at least a little more protected from the wetness of the storm. Before you even get one word out, he begins to talk. And he talks. And talks. About how much he doesn’t miss you. How great he is. How much he loves life right now. “I ain’t missing you,” he shouts over the downpour and thunder. “I’ve spent the last months actually living! I feel like I have an actual life again,” he says, throwing his hands out, like he couldn’t keep the excitement in him. He looks at you and grins. The corners of his mouth raise quicker than the lightning that’s bound to come again any second now, and it splits his face in two so violently, you fear it’s going to rip.

“Okay…” you tell him quietly with a raised eyebrow, because you don’t know what else to say to a guy professing his non-existent feelings to you, when just a couple of months prior, you’d been in this exact situation, though then it was him, spending every second trying to convince you how much he loves you.

“Seriously,” Luke says. “I’m so perfect. I don’t miss you at all. Everything’s fine.”


“I don’t want you and I don’t need you anymore.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shift your weight onto your other foot and lean against the doorframe. “Luke, why are you here? And why are you telling me this at two in the morning?”

He grins again. “Because I thought about you. Because I’m always thinking about you.” His grin falls for a nanosecond. “But I’m over you. I promise I am. I mean, I’m so alive, baby. You should feel what I feel.” He lifts his hands again, but this time he grips the doorframe with them—which you’re leaning against. His face comes near you, and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you, causing you to back away. You aren’t sure, if the small flinch you see is real or not, but he doesn’t give you a chance to analyse, as he begins to talk again. “Literally every feeling I feel is suddenly enhanced by a hundred. They’re so intense, it still knocks the breath out of me, even after months.”

You don’t answer but rather take in his wet appearance. Sure, there is a cocky grin sitting on his face and there isn’t any alcohol-stench coming from his breath, but still, you feel like he isn’t himself right now. “What’s going on, Luke?” you ask, trying to gently coerce an answer out of him.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says immediately, the grin coming back to life.

“You can’t just come here and tell me how fine you are and how much you don’t need me and expect me to believe you are fine. No normal person does this.” Sighing, you uncross your arms, doing something you wouldn’t have thought you’d do, ever again. “Look, if you want, you can come in. I can get you a towel or something and we can talk properly.”

Tonight is just full of surprises, because suddenly, he begins to shake his head no and whines like an actual four-year-old—with an actual voice that’s higher than normal. “No, I don’t want to come in,” he says—or rather moans. “I just wanted to say those things I’ve said and now I’m leaving.”

Rushing to grab hold of his arm before he steps off your patio, you shake your head at him again, though he cannot see that as he has his back turned towards you. “Hold on for a sec, Luke,” you say. “Please.”

Facing you again, he looks at you with an expectant expression. A moment of silence later, he raises an impatient eyebrow.

“It’s just—Just because we aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” And that is the truth. Luke has been such a large part of your life, it is physically impossible to stop caring about him from one sudden moment to another.

This time his eyebrow doesn’t raise in impatience, but rather hurt, it seems. “Yeah…um—thanks, I guess. But I really have to get going.”

You tug at his arm again, getting impatient yourself. “Oh, for God’s sake, just come inside for a minute. You’ll get sick wandering around, dripping as you are.”

It takes you another full minute of pulling at his arm to get him moving, though at last, he steps foot inside the house where it all ended.


Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.


“Here is a towel, and here a change of clothes.” You hand him the pieces of fabrics. “They’re my dad’s, but you two are similar sizes of giant, so I think it’ll fit.” Like you hoped, this raises a genuine smile to his lips, as he takes the clothes and the towel from you, nodding in appreciation.

“I’ll return them to you…someday,” he says, smiling sheepishly. Luke has a reputation of keeping borrowed things, but it doesn’t really matter anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. Now go change, I don’t want you staining our furniture,” you tell him, before turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna fix us some hot chocolate, of course. I sure hope you didn’t have seafood before this.” You grin at him.


“You’re gonna make us hot chocolate? Now?” You ask, laughing.

“Why not?” Luke asks, pulling the mugs out of the cupboard.

Jumping onto the counter, you cross your legs and roll your eyes at him as he places the mugs next to your thighs. “Uh, because we just had sea food! You’re gonna throw up.”

Me? If I have to go through this, then so do you!” he exclaims, laughing, nudging your knee with his hips.

“Excuse me?” You push him away, giggling. “I’m not an idiot! I know the outcome of this equation—I will not drink the hot chocolate!”

Luke ignores you, prepping the two drinks. Then he places one mug beside your thigh. His eyes hold a glint as he smirks. “Oh you will.”

“Not in a million years, Hemmings,” you say, laughing and jumping off the counter. “Why would I?”

Leaving his own mug beside yours, he comes at you slowly—the playful and somewhat also devilish glint still in his eyes. “Because if you do…I’m gonna promise you amazing sex tonight. Sex so amazing, you will never be the same. I’m telling you, babe.”

A snort bursts from your throat as you bend over and cannot contain the laughter in you. “You’re gonna bribe me with sex?” you ask, giving his chest a slap. But you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you let it wander towards the crook of his neck up to the sides of his face and then you pull him down to you, so you can whisper something in his ear. “Babe. If I wanted, I could just tie you up and give myself the most ah-may-zing sex. I’m an independent ass bitch.”

All of the sudden, his arms are wound tightly around your waists, and your feet aren’t on the ground anymore. Your legs wrap around his hips automatically, as do your arms around his neck. Kisses are being trailed down your throat, as Luke walks you two out of the kitchen. “What about our hot chocolate, huh?” you ask, grinning.

“What hot chocolate?” He smiles at you sweetly, and then captures your mouth with his.


Awkward air engulfs you two, as you’re sitting side by side on the small couch, each one blowing at the hot chocolate, trying to quicken its cooling process—or maybe you were just avoiding the person sitting beside you, but who knows?

“Are you alright?” you begin, as you cannot take this god-damn silence any longer. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He lowers the mug slightly, smiling at you. “Like I said, I’m perfectly fine. Everything’s good.” He raises the hot chocolate to his lips and takes a rushed sip. “Fuck,” Luke curses, “that’s hot.”

Cocking your head to the side, you watch him lower the mug and stand up. “I’m just gonna…get myself a glass of water,” he says, pointing to your kitchen and wandering off without waiting for your reply.

Something is definitely wrong with him, you decide. The way he’s acting confuses you. Who the hell visits his ex-girlfriend just to tell her how fine he is? He’s somehow giddy and restless and exhausted at the same time, like he’s on edge. Like he cannot contain whatever’s going on inside him. The shadows underneath his eyes and the scruff on his jaw tells you he hasn’t slept well in a long time, but then again, he never slept long nor well. Luke’s always been a restless person—always working on something in his head or with his guitar. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and have to write or else he’d forget the lyrics that sprung onto him in his dream. You loved being woken by a sleepy Luke and his guitar, though. You loved lying in the dark, listening to his raspy voice singing quiet words you knew were meant for you.

Somehow, you know that nowadays he doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night to write love songs about you anymore.


You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you.


“Please stay the night? It’s four in the morning and the storm doesn’t look like it’s about to pass anytime soon. You can take the guest room,” you say, wringing your hands in front of you. “It’s really no problem, and I’d feel a whole lot better, knowing you aren’t walking home right now.”

There’s another storm, and it’s in his eyes. He’s looking at the wall to your right, debating. You aren’t sure why it is such a hard decision for him to make, but you pray for him to stay. You will never forgive yourself, if he walks away now.

The seconds tick away, and finally, he nods once. “Okay,” he says, throwing you a shy smile. It surprises you, how after everything you two have already been through, he still has his shy moments. But this is just how Luke is, and you love this silent part about him.

Reaching your hand out, you wait for him to give you his mug, though, instead, he stands up as well. “I got it,” he says. “It’s the least I can do.”


Even to death, one might say.


She hands you the letter with her eyes lowered so you won’t see the tears in her eyes, but you do anyways. You’ve never seen her cry before. She’s someone you cannot even imagine how she’d look crying, because she is one of the happiest people you know, but now you do. You see the redness of the tender skin around and on her eyelids, the tremble of her lips and the crease between her eyebrows as she tries to hold the dam back. She looks smaller somehow. Like she doesn’t have enough energy to straighten her back. Like she is already focusing everything in her to keep herself from falling apart.

You don’t blame her. Rather you blame yourself.

Your hand comes up to wipe away a tear you haven’t noticed before. Between taking in her broken appearance and staring at the letter in her hand, you haven’t paid attention to your own body and emotions. Now that you reach for the letter, you notice the penetrating pain in your chest which keeps your lungs from working properly.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Liz whispers softly. She presses the letter into your stomach, but instead of removing her hand after you clutch it with both of yours, she encloses it around your trembling ones and squeezes. One hand comes up to brush the hair from your face. It’s wet and sticky around your skin. “It wasn’t your fault,” she says firmly, her eyes a hard and genuine blue. Her palm stays against your cheek. You can feel her thumb soothingly wipe the continuous stream of tears away, as her own flows down her face.

And then she leans in and hugs you. Her arms come around your shoulders tightly, and she squeezes seemingly every emotion into you. And somehow she slowly squeezes yours out of you. And she rubs your back with one hand, shushing. She holds you, as both of you try to fix your hearts with this one hug.


Dear love,

You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you. Even to death, one might say.

Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.

I was hurting before my heart was crushed—before you begin to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. This whole thing (us breaking up) started because of what I was going through. None of this is your fault. I never want you to feel that. I never wanted you to feel any of the hurt I felt, in fact, and I might burn in hell, if you are. I’m sorry, my love. I’m a selfish son of a bitch, and I couldn’t leave without seeing you for one last time. I cannot apologise enough.

Please forgive me.

Yours truly,
an angel (as of recently)

PS: That was me, trying to lighten the mood.

PPS: I love you.

PPPS: So so much.


“Call me, if you need anything, okay?” you tell him, helping him adjust the sweater of your father you’ve given him around his broad shoulders.

“Will do, love.” Your heart clenches at the nickname, but you solely smile. It feels good to hear it.

He looks at you with a look that causes your insides to churn and your legs to wobble. Then he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the space between your temple and forehead—something he does when he wants to kiss both at the same time, he once said. Turning on his heels, he quickly jumps down the steps of your front porch, leaving you to watch him walk away under the clear blue sky after a storm. It reminds you of the colour of his eyes.

a/n holy shit. i was—and still am—seriously debating whether or not i should put this online. the idea came to me after listening to missin’ you by the summer set for some unknown reason, as that song is not a sad song at all. i’m scared to put this out there, since it doesn’t have a happy ending. but then again, not all stories do. and i’m sure you know, this is purely fictional and i simply borrowed luke as a solely fictional character for a just as fictional story. 

as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

much love. my inbox is open. always.


Supportive | Stiles Stilinski Imagine 

request ; Could you write an imagine where the girl is really involved in theatre and singing and stuff and Stiles always calms her before a performance and always cheers the loudest for her, please? and One where you go stiles first game and you go all out and make posters write 24 on your cheek and screaming his name all time yelling at the other time where they try to stop stiles from shooting and lots of fluff.

word count ; 1062

warnings ; denial of feelings. fluff.

a/n ; trust me, the requests work together better than you might think at first. 

Despite what many people may think, you and Stiles Stilinski were definitely not dating. No, you were simply best friends who clearly had feelings for one another, but had for some reason decided against telling the other. But you and Stiles showed your affection by supporting one another through everything; whether it be his lacrosse games (the ones where he actually played, of course), or your performances. 

 You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror and examining your reflection. Your makeup seemed to be in order, your hair in place, the only thing wrong was that your hands were shaking. You tried to steady them, keeping them as still as possible on the white vanity, but they continued shaking until you felt a warm hand take its place on top of yours. You breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at Stiles. 

“Your hand is shaking,” he said unnecessarily, though you gave a weak laugh anyway. “You okay? Should I get you some water?” You shook your head, standing up to give him a hug him tightly. His arms wrapped around instantly, his chin resting atop your head. 

“No, thank you, I’m fine now that you’re here,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He flamed up red in that same spot, rubbing the back of his neck and ducking his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. You were blushing a little, too, although you weren’t quite sure why. “Oh, God, I’m so nervous,” you muttered, giving your reflection another quick check. 

“You have nothing to be worried about,” he grinned, fixing a piece of your hair without really realizing he was doing so. “You’re amazing, everyone thinks so. You’re going to do great, like you always do. I’m going to be the one cheering the loudest, so if you get a little nervous, find my voice and act like I’m the only one there. I’ll be your anchor for tonight, how about that?” He leaned in for another hug, careful not to smudge your makeup or mess up your hair. 

And he was indeed the one cheering the loudest, his screams for you reverberating throughout the theatre. You couldn’t stop smiling.

Stiles was very rarely allowed to actually play on the lacrosse field, so when he told you that he was finally getting his chance, excitement bright in his eyes and a beam on his face, you made sure to go all out. 

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Allison laughed, poking your cheek, the one that was painted with a large #24 in bold, black letters. “You guys are adorable. I seriously can’t understand why you aren’t dating.” 

You blushed, touching the number with your hand. “Because we don’t like each other that way, at least I think so. Anyway, it doesn’t even matter. Focus on your boyfriend, Little Miss Perfect Couple. Are we going or not?” Allison laughed, walking you out to Lydia’s car, where the strawberry blonde was waiting somewhat patiently. 

“Aw, cute,” Lydia gushed upon seeing your face. 

“Shush, just drive,” you giggled, already feeling second-hand excitement for Stiles’ accomplishment. When you reached the field, you clambered out of the car, finding Scott and Stiles right away. 

“Y/N!” Stiles shouted happily, rushing over to you. “I almost thought you weren’t coming.” 

“Please,” you scoffed. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You’re playing on the field!” You squealed, grabbing his shoulders abruptly. “I feel like I’m more pumped then you are, honestly.” 

“You wrote my number on your cheek,” he commented, a smile spreading across his face when he noticed. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you replied. He boldly kissed you on top of your head, an affectionate gesture that made you go bright red and unable to breath for a second. You coughed when he lifted his head, “I-I’ll, um, be cheering for you the loudest. You know me. Score a goal for me, Stiles.” You smiled awkwardly, rubbing your face with your hand. He nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before following Scott into the locker room. 

Lydia walked over to you, Allison trailing not far behind. She bumped you with her hip, a smirk on her lips. “Not dating, huh? Maybe not, but you definitely want to be.” 

“Maybe,” you murmured, watching him walk behind Scott with more of a bounce in his step. “I don’t know. Who cares right now, honestly? Let’s just go watch the game,” you added, still blushing furiously. Lydia winked at Allison, linking your arms and leading you to the field. 

You were definitely the loudest there, yelling his name and number with a newfound enthusiasm. When one of the other players shoved him roughly to the ground, you had almost ran out onto the field, but settled for screaming even louder. “What the hell was that? That’s a foul! Take him out, Stilinski is on the freaking ground! Will someone help him before I -” 

Lydia grabbed your arm, “Y/N, settle down, sweetheart.” You reluctantly sat down in your seat, completely missing when Coach Finstock yelled at Stiles, “Stilinski! Control your girlfriend up there!” 

Stiles didn’t even bother saying that you weren’t his girlfriend. You kind of were, even without the official title. Stiles, feeling even more bold than before, took the control of the game. He was out there, loving the way you were cheering for him. They needed one more point to win, and he was determined to score that goal.

And when he did, you were the first one to fly out of your seat, running out onto the field. You were surrounded by extremely tall lacrosse players, but you were only looking for one. You slammed into him, arms wrapped around his waist as you both fell to the ground. You pressed your lips to his, both of you thinking, finally, finally. You didn’t pull away, not for awhile, not until Stiles did first. 

“You just kissed me,” he said stupidly. 

“I know I did,” you laughed, realizing that you were still on top of him. 

“I scored that goal for you, I was going to ask you out after the game,” he told you quietly, his hands moving from your waist to entangle themselves in your hair. 

“So ask me out.” 

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You both beamed, and this time, he was the one to press his lips firmly against yours. Finally.


Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Words: 344

Warnings: none

Request: Requested by anonymous: Could I request a Lin x reader where reader plays Eliza on Broadway & the cast is super super close & something super cute & fluffy like going out to dinner with the original cast after a show and they’re all just talking about how cute you and Lin are together? Thank you!!!

Helpless went smoothly, as did Satisfied.

You waited off stage, watching Lin play his part in the reprise for Story of Tonight. He walked offstage, greeting you cheerily.

You received quick greetings from the other guys, walking off as well.

“Hey!” Daveed stopped, the rest of the group stopping with him. You turned around in surprise. “Wanna grab some food tonight with the rest of us?”

You nodded. “Of course!”

“Alright, cool. I’ll tell Lin.” The group walked off, chatting.

“Y/N, you’re coming to dinner with us right?” Jasmine joined you excitedly.

“Yeah, Daveed just told me.” You exclaimed, smiling.

“Awesome! I have to go talk to Anthony but I’ll see you later!” She ran off, the calm yellow dress for Peggy flowing behind her.

You changed out of your costume, walking out of your dressing room. You were greeted immediately with Renee, who blinked at the sudden opening of the door.

“Oh, hey.” She smiled, waving.

“Hey!” You replied. The two of you walked beside each other, out to meet the rest of the cast.

You took two cars to the restaurant.

“You guys are so cute together!” Jasmine awed, leaning forward on the table slightly.

“Yeah, like the perfect couple.” Oak added.

“Seriously, you are.” Daveed joined in.

“Alright, alright.” Lin chided, raising his hand to make the group be quiet.

“Oh come on, you’ve known each other since high school!” Chris chimed in.

“Actually, we did meet towards the end of middle school.” You corrected, jokingly.

“Oh shut up.” Lin laughed, nudging you.

Dinner went great, with constant reminders of your relationship with Lin.

You loved your friends, and you loved working with them.

The Most Right Of All

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: Oh thanks for taking time and responding to my ask. I do have this set up that is outside shopping with her new guy friend (when she’s 18 and in NYU) who is also a gay. And she’s actually buying a gift for Josh for his birthday. And Josh is in the same mall shopping for Valentine’s Day. And he sees Maya there with her guy friend all touchy and laughing and gets jealous. And if it’s not too much to ask can you add that Maya has her first kiss with Josh Coz she never was interested in another guy.

Summary: Josh sees Maya acting touchy-feely with another guy and gets jealous.  Bouncing between angry and depressed, Josh can’t help but wonder if he missed his chance with Maya once and for all.


Maya had been roaming the mall for hours, searching for the perfect birthday gift for Joshua Matthews. With no luck, she vented her frustration to her  new best friend, Kingston Marks.

Kingston was also a freshman at NYU who lived in the same co-ed dorm building.  However, they first met in their shared class, Intro to Art, during the previous fall semester and she was so glad that they did.  It was friendship at first sight, which was exactly what she needed after feeling depressed about losing her high school BFF to Columbia University.  She still kept in touch with Riley, of course, but it just wasn’t the same as it used to be.  Her absence left a small void in Maya’s life and heart, a void that Kingston filled perfectly, and then some.

“This sucks.” Maya whined, walking empty-handed through yet another clothing store.  "I don’t know what to get him.“

"Just go with chocolate or a teddy bear.” Kingston suggested, flipping his thin, purple and red scarf over his shoulder.  "Or better yet, some lingerie.“ He added with a smirk as he grabbed said lingerie, all red and sheer with two large hearts where the cups of the bra would be, and held it up to Maya.

"NO.” she said adamantly, holding back a laugh as she shoved his arm away.  "Besides, I already told you, I’m getting him a birthday present not a Valentine’s Day present, they just happen to be on the same day.“

"Even more reason to go with the lingerie.” He replied cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows as well as the hanger that the lingerie hung on.

“Stop it.” Maya scolded, punching him playfully in the opposite arm that held his shopping bag.

Laughing, he put the outfit back on the rack and kept walking along with Maya.  After a moment, he flipped his medium length, light brown hair out of his eyes and said, “You know you are making this harder than it has to be, right?”

“It just has to be perfect.” Maya stressed.

“I get that.  I said the same thing about my Valentine’s Day gift for Drake, but I managed to find the perfect gift within five minutes.” He pointed out, holding up his shopping bag for emphasis.

“More like twenty.” She amended.

“No, it took me five minutes to decide on cologne, it just took me fifteen extra minutes to figure out which fragrance to go with.”

“Whatever.” Maya said rolling her eyes.  "But seriously, though, it’s different for you and Drake.  You guys are new and exciting… and an actual couple.  Josh and I are–“

"Complicated.” He finished for her, aware of the history behind Joshaya, which he insisted on calling their relationship much to her annoyance.

“Exactly.” She nodded as they left the store and entered the common area of the mall once more. “That’s why I need to find the perfect gift.  Something that says I care… but not too much.  I don’t wanna freak the boy out.”

“I don’t think you could ever freak him out.”  Kingston told her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. The movement was odd the first few times he did it, given his chiseled stature.  It just felt odd to Maya to have a muscular arm around her. Riley, Smackle, Farkle, and Zay were always pretty boney.  Lucas, on the other hand, had some muscle, but given his relationship with Riley, she was never very physical with him or vice versa.  Therefore, the action made her a bit uncomfortable, but Kingston was a touchy-feely kind of guy, in a good way, and so she learned to get used to it.

“Oh, I can and I have. It used to be my favorite past-time in junior high.” Maya smiled knowingly to herself as she thought about old times.

“Well, I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore.” He replied. “That boy is too far gone to be freaked out.” Kingston whispered to himself as he shook his head amusedly, recalling the few interactions between them that he has witnessed.

“What was that?” Maya asked, looking away from a display window and giving Kingston her full attention.

“I said… what about a CD? You could get him an album by his favorite band.” Kingston covered, pointing to the music store on their right.

“Nah, too impersonal.” Maya answered.

“You could always go all retro rom-com and make him a mix tape.” Kingston teased.

“I said I don’t want to freak him out, and mix tapes are stalker 101, way too personal.” Maya explained.  "I need something that falls somewhere in the middle.“

"What about a new beanie?”  Kingston suggested next.  "He always wears that old navy one with a hole in it.  It’s embarrassing really.  I mean, that boy is fine, but sometimes he has no fashion sense whatsoever.“

Maya instantly replied with an elbow to his stomach.

"Ouch!” Kingston called out in pain, though they both know it didn’t really hurt him.  If anything, it just caught him off guard.  "What was that for?“ He added, removing his free arm from around Maya and rubbing the spot she whacked.

"For insulting Josh. Only I can do that.”  Maya smiled cheekily.  "And for the record, I’m also the only one allowed to call him fine.“

"Can I still call him hot? or Sexy?  Ooh, what about scrumptious?  You know scrumptious is my go to.” Kingston went on half serious, half joking.

King…” She warned, giving him a look that said don’t mess with me on this.

“Fine, I’ll limit myself to using only the word attractive, but that’s the best I can do.” He told her.

“Deal.” Maya said, shaking her head in amusement, while she threaded her arm through Kingston’s leather jacket clad one.

“Well, now that that’s settled…  I have to say a new beanie sounds pretty perfect.”  Kingston noted, getting their focus back to the task at hand and on his genius idea.

“No, I could never replace his beanie.  It’s sentimental.” She informed her friend.

“It’s a beanie.”  He said skeptically.

“Yeah, but it was a gift from his older brother who is basically his idol.  He gave it to him to for good luck the day before he started high school.”

“Aw, brotherly love… how sweet!”  Kingston said, placing his hand over his heart, showing off the “Midnight Madness” black nail polish he wore.  He was always a sucker for a sweet story.  It’s no wonder he was addicted to the Hallmark Channel.

“Exactly, and if I got him a new one, it would not only be a copy-cat gift, but it would also take away the sentimentality from the original.” Maya clarified.

“All right, I take it back.  The beanie thing is a bad idea.” Kingston relented.

“Well, I’m glad we agree for once, but unfortunately, it doesn’t bring me any closer to figuring out what to get Josh.” She huffed.

“How about we take a break.” Kingston said, looking at his watch.  Drake should just be getting on shift at Starbucks.  We can go visit and have him fix us a couple drinks to refresh our minds.  Then, we will definitely come up with something brilliant.“

"Sure, I guess–wait…” Maya interrupted herself.  "fix… that’s it!  King, you’re a genius!“ She finished excitedly, then used her hold on his arm for leverage to lift herself onto her tips toes and kiss him on the cheek.

"I know,” Kingston responded cockily as he flipped his hair out of his face sassily. “but out of curiosity, how exactly did my genius just inspire you?”

“I’ll explain on the way, c'mon.” She urged, moving herself behind him and jumping on his back. “To Art’s Craft store!” Maya called, lifting her arm in a charge motion.

Kingston just laughed and then trotted forward, piggy-backing Maya down the busy corridor in search for the desired store and an explanation.



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The Exception- part 2

idk what I’m doing… I’m going somewhere with this I swear. 

Part 1

Friday afternoon, Nico’s phone began to buzz. “Hello?”

“Is it bad that I kind of want to get really messed up?” Will’s voice came, quick and frustrated.

Nico didn’t answer, his eyebrows furrowed. After a moment, he said, “Um… what?”

Will growled and huffed. “I saw him. I saw him with some other guy and they just walked right by me like it didn’t even matter and I’m just past the point of crying, I’m just angry. I’m angry and I want to forget and get stupid drunk or something.”

“Um, okay hold on there, party animal,” Nico chuckled. “Look, I know this club and we can go and probably get you a drink but you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you get wasted. Trust me it’s not fun. We’ll just go and destress, and you’ll feel way better.”

Will groaned and sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I just… I need to get my mind off of all of this.”

“I’ll get to your dorm around nine.”

“Can I go to yours? He’s in this hall, and I really don’t feel like being here if I don’t need to be.”

“Sure.” Will thanked him and hung up. Nico sighed and shook his head. He’d been helping Will out with the breakup for two weeks. At first he would cry a lot. Then he seemed like he didn’t care. They’d watch movies or eat burgers and laugh and it seemed like he wasn’t heartbroken. Then moments like this would come up, and Nico would have to level out his emotions for him. Which was new considering he didn’t understand his own emotions half the time.

Nico got to his dorm after work and began working on some homework before taking a shower. His roommate was busy reading a book and didn’t bother to ask if he was going out. After taking a shower, he tugged on his jeans and left the bathroom in search of a shirt that hadn’t fallen to the floor and gotten soaked through.

“Hey Nic-oh,” Will’s voice trailed off and Nico jumped and turned to see Will sitting at his desk with rosy cheeks, his eyes scanning the empty desk.

“Whoa, hey!” Nico said, suddenly very self-conscious of his bare torso.

“Said he was here for you, so I let him wait in here,” his roommate called.

“Yeah, thanks,” Nico said. He chuckled and went to his closet, trying not to feel so tense. He pulled on a black shirt and his leather jacket. “Sorry, I was doing homework,” he told Will as he brushed his teeth.

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So sometimes hetronormativity can be rather hilarious, now before you all attack me hear me out. Tonight my girlfriend and I went out for dinner and a movie and before the movie we hung around outside on some benches (well light public 8pm-ish) so she could have a cigarette. It was cold and we were cuddling and some guy comes up and asks for a cigarette so she gave him one and he sits down to talk to us and the more we talk the more he starts hitting on her and he dismisses me starts sending out some mad annoyed vibes ie "shut up I like your friend not you, go away", now I knew what he was up to and that he was hitting on her, but she the blissful flower of innocence had no clue and just thought he was being nice. So he mentioned his girlfriend and how they broke up and how he's lonely and jealous of her and proceeds to hit on my girlfriend infront of me, now he was quite pissy with me at this point and wanted me to leave them alone, but obviously I wasn't going anywhere. So he asks her if she's got a boyfriend. So she took my hand and was like "no no, not a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend" and motioned towards me. Now this guy was an international student who didn't have English as a first language so I was awarded about 30 seconds of pure perfected confusion, dawning and realisation as he put 2 and 2 together. He was really confused and stamnering all like "...w..wait what you mean like you and you are girlfriends?...y-you like girls no?" To my girlfriend and she was like yeah I do, and so does she and we both also like guys", to which he responds "you two are dating? Like for real? ... no way you dont like girls..seriously?" And we were just there repetitvley confirming we were infact a couple, until he made the unavoidable statment of "prove it...go on kiss her cause I dont believe you" so we did. He still asked for her phone number and asked her if she was sure another few times but the best part was the filthiest of filthy looks he sent my way once he'd realised and I had my arm around her waist and the shit eating grin I knew I had on my face; coupled with the look of recognition on my girlfriend's face once she realised she was being hit on by him. Anyway we had to leave for the movie in a bundle of stiffeld giggles and my girlfriend's embarassed blushing. Anyway for the rest of the night we made jokes and giggled uncontrollably every time it crossed our mind. I've never seen a better look of confusion in my life.

Poor guy, he really did try.

My opinion on Chanbaek

  So there are some people who say things such as “you’re ship isn’t real, they will never be, so stop dreaming and take a look at reality.” (alright so some of them aren’t that mean but you get the point).

   The the thing is what are they to tell us if our ship is real or not, because they don’t seem to see what we see and most importantly they don’t know what the participants of the ship know. Of course lot of ships are purely fan service and they are just close friends, and they are definitely not real, but there are those ships that you come across and you are like “whah, something is up with that pairing!” And for me that’s where chanbaek comes along. (how about that for a cool intro!)

    Chanbaek to me is a very very special ship because there is so much about them that gives you (or just me) that click, because there are a lot of things that are perfect (in my opinion). 

    One thing that is my personal favorites is *sigh* the height difference. As you guys may or may not now, the ideal couple height difference is somewhere around, 4-6 inches (I think…correct me if I’m wrong). Chanyeol being a whooping 6′1 and then Baekhyun being 5′9. And if we do the math correctly that is 4 inches, right in there.

(Kinda spasm whenever I see this…)

Look at how Baek looked so evil seeing that Chan was “shorter” than he is. Ahhh, precious. But seriously, I love how small Baek looks especially when he is smushed against Chan’s shoulder’s. That makes it perfect for them to wrap their arms around each other *squeals* Anyway that’s not all what makes Chanbaek so beautiful. Geez so many gifs are being used >3< but that makes it healing to the eyes.

    Another thing that I find so adorable about Chanbaek is how they synchronized. Like seriously, I would see it and be like 0__0 (kyungsoo eyes) and be like “wth?” like seriously after seeing that I was honestly a bit freaked. I even observed my family members to see if any of them syncronized, but not once! Not even my family members who see each other 24/7 can’t compare to Chanbaek.

Still not convinced? Alright I still have more up my sleeve, or actually my Chanbaek album on my phone. *evil smirk*

Guys, who decides to put down their microphone and drink water at the same time? I know I don’t. To be in sync (from what I’ve heard) is when we spend so much time with someone, you tend to think alike with that person. If that’s true then from what we have seen, they must spend a lot of time together. My friends that is not even the end of my blog/rant/thing. There is so much more.

  Let’s get on to the fact of how they look at each other.


“Some things will never change.” Bless the person who made this edit.

There’s so many more times where Baek has looked at Chan like that (but this is already really long). How there are those times when the only thing in Baek’s vision seems to be Chan. How his eyes look so focused on Chan as if he is so special to Baekhyun. And don’t get me started on his smile or how he tries to look away but then his eyes seemed to glued on Chanyeol.


“Please look at me. Aren’t I cute?”

“I’ll always be right by your side”

I mean looking at these pictures make me want to go like “Chanyeol I know he’s beautiful but you’re being a bit obvious.” Also there is so much more that show even more of that chanbaek love (if that’s even possible) but in my opinion the best is when they make eye contact.

Look at their smiles? If that doesn’t scream love/happiness then I will forever question life. And last but not least the physical contact. Unfortunately (or is it?) these pairing doesn’t have the strongest skin ship but that strangely is one thing I love about them, because when a pairing has strong skin ship (and when they do ohohohoho something is up) I feel it’s a bit fake (but that’s only me) so when I see their special kind of skin ship I die of joy.

*hand immediately touched Chanyeol’s*

*adorable chest bump*

My absolute favorite!!!! GHHHHH!

Ahhh yes the sweet little touches. But to them they are not so little.

   So all you chanbaek shippers you may have noticed I added some 2015 moments (some like little bit) so you guys don’t think I’m crazy shipping some sort of deceased ship. Uh no, this ship be sailing, still strong! Anyway there is so much I could talk about but it’s already so long.

   The funny thing is I just actually started using tumblr so why am I already so accustomed to it? Well my friends, to me baekyeol is a very comfortable topic. Thank you to those who actually read my rant/blog/thing and I hope we can get along since I am new. 

  PS this is only my opinion, so to those who hate Chanbaek please just ignore! 

Bonus: Some adorable and dorky Chanbaek <3


Summary: Louise is certain that Dan and Phil are the perfect couple. Purely Fluffy!

It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon. Dan was actually putting his reclusive behavior on hold so that he could go out to lunch with his good friend and fellow youtuber Louise. It wasn’t too often Louise managed to get to London when she wasn’t solely on business, but today was purely a “London shopping day” for her, and so Dan had been harassed to getting a sub with his friend.

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anonymous asked:

Ok like seriously I shipping the guys with a girl I have never done before. But the way Jackson supports Jessi and calls her the Queen. Ok when r u those to gonna get together. I think they would be so perfect for each. I know fans don't like to hear stuff like this but seriously they can't be single forever.

Queen and King 

somehow I feel you, when everybody see them as siblings I see them as hot couple ….and who cares about age diference lol  I think Jessi is close to Jackson ideal type too …..anyway who ever will be with him will be luckiest woman in the world

lydipuchi  asked:

20 kaysoo or baekyeol moments please xx :)




don’t they look like such a couple

like seriously why are they doing this to me

you guys are gross

stop being so cute and perfect and stuff ew


like a couple


you’re both gross just stop


my question is how do you stare your group member in the eyes while thrusting your crotch in the air

the answer is you have to be kaisoo because loOK AT HOW KAI QUICKLY GLANCES BACK AT HIM AFTER FUUUUUUUUU-


#6: U OK KAI




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#8: kai letting everyone know just how close they are

tell us more about how close you are pls and thank


luhan why u do that


and this too but with kai shirtless probably

#11: caring boyfriend kyungsoo

(helping with kai’s mic)




but can we get a close up of that 

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because the answer will probably be kaisoo

#15: maybe kai is a bottom……

#16: boner-inducing

i could stare at this forever. this turns me on more than any porn i’ve s- WAIT LET’S MOVE ON


no questions……..just kaisoo





by sitting on it (¬‿¬)


if you think

that i only have

one version

of this saved

you my friend






okay i promise i will keep this one short because i got carried away last time. this is gonna be hard but let’s do this


omg look how he desperately wants baekhyun to see what he’s seeing like fu CK BAEKHYUN PAY ATTENTION


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srsly what was that suho looks nervous as hell because of you




and this is just #4 lord help meeeeee

#5: when asked about who cared for him most



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no srsly i need to pee but apparently baekyeol is more important than my bladder’s health


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#8: damn straight you better choose chanyeol


idk why but their kinship is a lot more special to me. it’s just different from when kaisoo or taohun engage in skinship…..I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT

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if anyone has pics/gifs of baekyeol holding hands pls send them to me. pLEASE.

#10: chanyeol being the nice boyfriend that he is


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#12: classic baekyeol 



and i don’t wanna get all detective mode here but look at how baekhyun side-glances chanyeol as if making sure that he’s seeing this. baekhyun, you asshole.


i love this so much it was my sidebar for a while because baekyeol looking hella cute and classic baekyeol kills me


i want this picture framed on my nightstand

#17: I DONT EVEN  ?! ? !? !?! ?!!? !??? ??!? ?

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yes chanyeol just smile and pretend like you didn’t just get a hard-on from that

#20: i will forever and always love this