you guys probably already recognized this but

sweet like ice cream

Taeyong overreacted too much sometimes, especially when it came to the thought of breaking up with you.

this is a mix of two ideas but honestly neither worked well alone so i smashed them together and got this :D. this is for @cremethorns because she was dying over her finals so i thought i’d write this for her but her finals are over so. whoops? have it anyways <3 enjoy ^^

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A Lovely Night (2/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]


Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 2,568

Warnings: Alcohol mention and some light cursing. Also usage of some FLS content from 2012 even tho this story is set in 2007 oops. 

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! This took me and Nat forever to figure out and I’m so glad @down4usnavy decided to help out because her idea was amazing. I really hope you guys like it! Also part three will (hopefully) come very soon!

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“Don’t make me physically drag you outside, [Y/N]!” Natalie barged into your room already dressed up, opening your closet and looking for something for a few seconds, throwing a yellow dress at you.

“I agreed to the party last time, I’m not going again.” You hugged your pillow and resolutely stared at her, ignoring the dress.

“But I saw you talking to a cute guy last time! And this time it’s just a bar, how bad can it be?” Natalie countered, her voice echoing in the hallway as she left your room.

You laughed into the pillow, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, a cute guy who left just as I was about to begin my rant. Total asshole.”

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bosstoaster  asked:

Congrats on 1k followers!! For requests, how about Shance - Dance :3c

Thank you :D

*Keep in mind I HC this as happening in the 80′, and Shiro is not a minor.

Taking this chance to remind everyone I’m still taking requests for my 1000 followers special! (Ps, ya’ll can ask for stuff other than shance lmao, like 80% of the prompts are shance fjgkhf not that I’m complaining)

“Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

The voice came from a cadet younger than him. Shiro recognized him as Keith’s friend, or rival, or something like that. Two grades below him, dark skinned, scrawny, and surprisingly not as short as Shiro had come to expect from younger people. He was almost his height, actually. Really cute as well. Such a shame Shiro would have to decline.

Smiling warmly, he said, “Thank you. I appreciate it, but I really don’t want any pity dances. Being outed like that wasn’t fun, but it’s fine.” He’s had a couple of other askers earlier that night already. Straight, genuinely nice guys who probably wanted to cheer him up, show their support. He appreciated the gesture, he really did. But he just wanted to let the storm pass, not draw more attention to the fact that, as it was phrased, “The garrison’s most promising fighter pilot is a faggot". Not over a pity dance, anyway.

“Wow, that’s… uh… I’m bi. And you’re hot. Really hot.”

“Oh.” Well, that… Certainly changed things.

“When I heard what happened… I was so pissed. It was such bullshit. You’re the best pilot we have, so who the hell cares who you… Uh…  Fancy.” The young cadet finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Fuck, he probably meant to say. It was known, after all, how the famous Takashi Shirogane was caught on his knees, sucking off a dude he picked up in an underground gay bar. According to the more tame rumors, anyway. The wilder ones… He didn’t even want to think about those.

He shouldn’t have broke the curfew to sneak to the nearest town. He was horny, yes, but was it worth almost getting kicked out? Absolutely not. Of course the administration said it was because of the disciplinary offense, aka breaking out at night, but they all knew what it was really all about. More than half the students sneaked out on a regular basis, and no one gave a flying fuck. But when word got around he was caught with a dude…. It was another story.

“Thank you. I wish more people would agree with you on this.” Shiro said weakly, letting some of his tough facade fade into something more vulnerable.

“I’m Lance, by the way.”

“Lance.” Shiro rolled the name around on his tongue. He liked the shape of it. “Takashi Shirogane, though I get the feel you already knew that.”

Lance chuckled softly, and yup, Shiro was indeed very, very gay. What was it about a cute boy laughing from your joke that instantly made your knees go weak?

“And on a second thought… A dance sounds really nice.” Damned be consequences, he wasn’t missing this opportunity for the world. 

Finding Home (1)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of weed? Something resembling a panic / anxiety attack, though probably not, but just in case. No specific ship in this entire story, tbh, but I’ll make sure to add some fluff + sexual tension between you and everyone, lol.

Author’s Note: HEY. So, it has been a long time since I’ve written any fanfic, much more an Avengers fanfic. I hope all the characters are in character, ehehe. So, I’ve decided to do a series of connected one-shots of your high school senior year with the Avengers gang + other Marvel characters, inspired by the 30 day drabble challenge (although I will not be doing drabbles, and for now, I’ll just do seven of them, depending on my inspiration). So, hope that you enjoy this! Let me know if there are any mistakes. Thank you! (:

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin. Part #5: haze.

1: beginning

n. a starting point / new or inexperienced

This office was such a fucking dump. You looked at the pee-colored wall, bare but for the chippings on the corners by the ceiling. Good thing a few bulky, metal cabinets covered that eyesore of a wallpaper – although that still didn’t help in the general aesthetic quality of the room. There wasn’t even a window in here.

Your gaze fell on the small desk in front of you, unoccupied except for a laptop, a fuckton of paperwork, and some kind of 1940 action figure of a man in blue-white-red spandex. Oh, and of course, the name of your class advisor-slash-guidance counselor on a rusty, golden plaque: Mr. Phil Coulson.

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Elijah Mikaelson imagine: Not Important (Part two)

A/N: So the second part of Elijah’s imagine is here ;) Hopefully you will like it, even though it’s not my best work.

Part one

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped, because of Elijah. Then is saved by him and his brothers. After that they talk everything out.

Word count: 1540

Originally posted by fandoms-broke-my-life

For next few days, I had successfully managed to avoid Mikaelsons’ maison and the members of the family.

The atmosphere in New Orleans was slowly getting tighter. Everyone was preparing for a war, that was coming.

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Caleb and Adam go to a party. It’s a nice party. The food is good. The people are chill. Then Caleb eats like three fucking pot brownies by accident. Getting snacks for your giant, high, empathic boyfriend is not the worst way to spend a night. (ao3)

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Be careful what you order

Jikook, 1k, 100% crack but also 70% based on real life

In which Jungkook misunderstands a lot of things as usual.

A/N: Because date nights with @jikook-love tend to inspire things (also bc I’m just as embarrassing as Jeon omfg and she got to finally witness that then proceeded to respond “you’re so awkward” THANKS)

“Hi, welcome to Tea Palace! What can I get for you?” Jungkook tried not to sound too nervous. It was his first official day at work and although he’d been training for a week, he’d never had the chance to be at the cash register taking orders. His face was angled downward, ready to type in the order on the small screen beneath his fingers.

But what could possibly be difficult about taking orders anyway, right? He should be glad that all he had to do was listen to the order and type it in the machine. Oh and do some mental math occasionally, when the customer was paying by cash and needed change. But it still seemed much easier than the multitasking behind the counter, when he was trying to shove all the ingredients of the bubble teas together without something exploding.

“Can I get a hot three guys?”

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Wesper // Held Up

Words: 2012 [woops got a lil carried away]

A modern high school au where Wylan finds himself stuck in a holding cell with some… interesting strangers.


Wylan couldn’t believe it. He’d actually managed to do it. He’d actually managed to get himself stuck in juvi. Well– technically it was just a holding cell, but still, who would’ve thought he could’ve even gone that far. His father had left town and one of his much more popular friends, Nina Zenik, had roped him into throwing a party at his house. He couldn’t even believe it, Wylan Van Eck, throwing a wild, crazy high school party. Wylan didn’t even really own alcohol. Nina brought it, she said it was all they needed. Everyone else seemed to agree until one of the stupid juniors had brought a truck– which happened to be full of weed. Wylan didn’t even touch the alcohol, so he practically locked himself in the bathroom when that showed up. Then all it took was the police sirens and Wylan realizing that he was the only one who didn’t know how to run from the cops or hide damning evidence. And now, Wylan Van Eck was walking through the halls, making his way to his holding cell. He thought he was losing his mind.

He stepped into the cell and was immediately appalled as he looked around. It was dank and disgusting with three too many people in it for such a small cell. To be fair, there were only three other people in it, but still. As soon as he was shoved into the cell, he heard the door slam closed behind him. Wylan stood there for a second, taking in the three other people. There was a middle aged woman in the corner who looked positively crazy, seeing as she was talking to herself. Then there was a tall and lanky guy who looked just as unhappy to be there as he did, with his arms crossed and his head down. The third guy looked like trouble. He was just staring at Wylan with the creepiest smile as he cracked his bare knuckles. The footsteps of the cop that threw him into the cell died down and the creepy man stood up and started to walk towards Wylan, and Wylan froze.

Panic spread quickly throughout Wylan’s body. The man wasn’t too huge or buff, but he could obviously demolish Wylan with only a couple of punches. “What’s your name, boy?” He said with an ugly, gruff voice. Wylan couldn’t help but to notice the disgusting stench of alcohol on the man’s breath.

“W…Wylan, sir,” Wylan said, attempting to stand up straighter.

“Sir?” The man burst out in an ugly chuckle that almost sounded more like a cough. Wylan could feel the man’s spit splatter against his face as he tried his best not to flinch at it. “Well then, Wylan, what’s a pretty boy like you doing in this holding cell?”

Wylan could feel his pulse rising as he answered back, “I–I threw a party that got… out of hand,” He looked away from the man so that he could manage to settle his own panic, at least a little.

“A party? I’d say that deserves at least… seven beatings, oh yes, I think seven sounds perfect, wouldn’t you agree Mavis?” Wylan heard the crazy woman laugh, but he wasn’t sure if she was laughing in agreement or because of something happening in her own little world, but he suspected the latter. The man raised his arm, preparing to swing. Wylan covered his face with his arm as he felt fear rush through him and he couldn’t help but let out a little squeak.

A punch was thrown. A man went down. Wylan looked up to see the tall and lanky man as he wiggled his hand in pain. “What an asshole, eh?” The tall man said, gesturing to the gruff man, now on the ground, with his foot. Wylan couldn’t believe it. Despite the tall man looking buff, the man on the ground looked a lot more buff than the man standing in front of him, not to mention the tall man looked to be about… Wylan’s age. It took the tall man one punch. One punch to knock him out. Wylan shuddered, realizing what one punch of this man could probably do to him.

The tall man quickly straightened his back as if he had just remembered something. He quickly flicked out his hand and Wylan couldn’t help but to flinch. “Jesper. Jesper Fahey, nice to meet you!” The man–Jesper quickly said, and Wylan realized that he just wanted to shake hands.

“W…Wylan,” He said, slowly gripping Jesper’s hand. Jesper looked at Wylan for just a second, and Wylan couldn’t help but notice the stranger’s pretty gray eyes, perfectly contrasting with his dark skin and dark hair. They shook hands and Jesper gestured Wylan to follow him over to the bench he was previously sitting at.

“Wylan…?” He asked, with a smirk that Wylan couldn’t help but to immediately love.

“Van Eck,” Wylan mumbled, as Jesper’s eyebrows shot up.

“Dude, I’ve literally only lived here for a week and I recognize that name. You’re lucky you didn’t tell that guy your last name or he probably would’ve pummeled you way too quickly for me to have stopped him,” Jesper said, laughing a bit as he reached out and ruffled up Wylan’s hair.  

Wylan silently let relief flood through him, knowing that if this stranger would have known the Van Eck name any better than a week, he probably would’ve jumped at the opportunity to pummel Wylan, just to spite his horrible father. “A week huh? And already found yourself here?” Wylan couldn’t help but be a little curious.

“What can I say, I happen to be a bit low on money after the move,” Jesper paused, “Which is something you’ve probably never experienced, but trust me, it sucks,”  Wylan felt his face heat up as he looked away.

Once Wylan had finally earned back at least a bit of his confidence from that shade, his curiosity peaked up again, “Where’d you move from?” He asked a bit more meekly than his last question.

Jesper smiled from ear to ear at the question, and Wylan couldn’t help but to blush at the sight. “Only a few hours away. We lived on a farm,” Jesper paused as his smile vanished and Wylan felt his going with it, “My dad, he has pancreatic cancer. Really bad, too. We moved here for the better medical care. I didn’t want to add more to his plate, so I didn’t call him about this,” Another pause as Jesper looked around, “All these people in here, including you I’d imagine, have someone who cares about them. As broke and beat up as they might look, someone will bail them out soon. I’ve already seen at least ten people come in and out of here, and I’ve only been here for a couple hours, plus I’m sure there will be plenty more. But I’ll be here the full 24 hours, so I figured I might as well just keep myself out of trouble,” Jesper looked up to Wylan, a small smirk playing at his lips, “But then a cute boy comes in here and gets himself into trouble, and I guess I can’t help it,” Jesper finished, looking over to the man, still unconscious on the ground.

Meanwhile, Wylan thought he may explode. Had this beautiful stranger just call him cute? He couldn’t believe his ears. Wylan suddenly realized that he was probably as bright red as a tomato, so he quickly looked away from the stranger and down to the ground, hiding his face. “W…well I guess I’ll probably be keeping you company all night, considering my dad’s coming in to get me from out of town,” Wylan looked back up to Jesper only to find him smiling as he gave a slight nod to Wylan.  

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Wylan once again let his curiosity show. “You look young–are you in high school?”

“I should be. I’m starting this Monday, at a place called, Ketterdam High I think. First place I found with no school fees,” Wylan felt his heart skip a beat. He calmed himself before speaking, making sure Jesper wouldn’t be able to catch the too-excited tone in his voice.

“That’s where I go! I can help you around. Just tell the principal you know me when you get there, it will get me out of class so I’m happy to help,” Wylan cursed himself, knowing that he let his excited tone show despite how hard he’d tried anyways.

Jesper smiled and happily agreed as the two kept talking for hours on end. Soon Wylan felt himself getting exhausted, to the point where he was barely carrying out a normal conversation, and even Jesper noticed. “You’re tired Wylan, go to sleep,”  Wylan opened his mouth to argue, but he realized that he really was exhausted. Instead he just nodded his head and started lying to his side to rest his head on the concrete bench.

Minutes later, and somehow Wylan was still awake, the cold hard concrete being unbearably uncomfortable and clouding Wylan’s thoughts. Jesper noticed. “Wylan,” Jesper spoke softly and Wylan looked over his shoulder to Jesper. “C’mon, you can lay your head on my lap,” Wylan immediately felt heat rush to his cheeks.

“N…no I–I don’t want to–” Wylan began, before Jesper interrupted,

“It’s fine, I’m a night owl, I wasn’t really planning on sleeping tonight anyways,” Wylan wanted to argue some more, but he was just so tired and the friendly smile on Jesper’s face convinced Wylan that it really wouldn’t make him uncomfortable, so Wylan slowly laid his head down on Jesper’s lap. He was asleep in seconds.


Jesper looked down at the peaceful, slumbering boy on his lap. He really was cute. Very cute. Suddenly he heard the door begin to open. “Wylan Van Eck!” The cop shouted, almost making Jesper jump. Somehow, it still hadn’t waken Wylan. Jesper nudged Wylan gently until he opened his eyes, and gestured to the cop. Wylan sat up almost immediately and began walking towards the door when his dad suddenly stormed around the corner and met him out the door. Jesper immediately felt bad for Wylan as his dad was angrily yelling in his face. Jesper forced himself to look away before the sight made him stand up and do something that would get him into trouble again.

Wylan’s dad soon switched to simply whisper-yelling, and Wylan finally said something to his father that Jesper couldn’t hear, but whatever it was it had pissed off his father even more. After a few minutes of arguing, Jesper heard Wylan’s father call over the cop and whisper something to her.

“Jesper Fahey!” Jesper cocked his head back in surprise to see Wylan’s father shooting daggers at him from the door. “You’ve received bail,” The cop finished, opening the door for Jesper as Jesper just stared at Wylan in shock. After probably a minute of trying to understand what was happening, Jesper realized that Wylan’s dad was impatiently waiting for him to leave. Jesper practically bolted to the door, and pulled Wylan away as his dad began talking to the cop once more.

“What the hell Wylan?” Was all that Jesper could say, instantly feeling bad for his tone as Wylan looked to the ground.

“Well, you’re right. I’ve never experienced being low on money, so I figured I might be able to help you out a bit,” He said, a cute smile on his face.

Jesper started speaking all at once and he knew that it sounded more like a mumble where only a few common words like “cute,” “thanks,” and “I can’t believe,”  could actually be heard. He finally stopped, grabbing Wylan’s shoulders. “Thank you,” He pulled Wylan into a quick hug and Wylan once again felt himself melting, this time in Jesper’s arms. “I’ll see you at school on Monday,” Jesper finished, and with a wave goodbye, he headed out the doors and was gone.



this has probably been thought of already (because this fandom can be wicked smart)

so we have this dude right. blind ivan. with his one eye.

and all these sections on his head.

“you haven’t met me before”


i’m not saying this is a coincidence but

he’s always watching.

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Hair Color Pt. 3 (soulmate!Michael)

Requested: yesses! The idea came from this amazing anon!

Words: 1538

A/N: okay, listen i really need your opinion on this! did you like it or was it directly crap? please say something and come with ideas to the series, if you have any - i might use them. also like… should there be more parts? i literally have no idea! also i’ve been listening to james bay which makes me very… there’s no word for how james bay makes me feel.

Summary: Everybody has a soulmate. And whenever you or your soulmate would dye your hair, the other half would get the same hair color. Which makes it kind of hard for some people.

PART 1! - PART 2! - PART 4! - PART 5! - PART 6! 


Summary: Everybody has a soulmate. And whenever you or your soulmate would dye your hair, the other half would get the same hair color. Which makes it kind of hard for some people.

You didn’t think much of it after. Actually your life was going pretty well. Somehow you ended up at a party with Sally and getting a few shots down in you, you and Carter kissed. You hadn’t really kissed anyone before. Well, not like that. You’ve kissed boys, it’s just this kiss was… different. Carter didn’t even notice your lacking skills. The next day, he asked you out on a ice-cream date and you couldn’t help, but to say yes – because saying no is hard.

“I’m sorry bring this up, but have you ever dyed your hair? “ Carter said after understanding the problems with your soulmate. “Like chosen your own color? “

And you definitely had tried. After the 5 Seconds of Summer concert, you dyed your hair a natural brown, which clearly wasn’t the choice of your soulmate. He immediately changed it back to the purple. You tried some different colors, but he really just wanted the purple hair. So you decided to let it be and just move on. Dyeing your hair that much couldn’t be healthy.

“Yes, but he’s always dyeing it back. “ You said with ice cream hitting your tongue and thought back on the 5 Seconds of Summer concert and the weird coincidence with the guitarist. Of course, it was a coincidence, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it at night. You actually listened to some of their music now and you figured out the names of the boys – Michael, Calum, Ashton and Luke.

“What about your soulmate? “ You asked Carter. He looked at you with his pretty, brown eyes and a small smirk.

“Listen, it’s all very cute and stuff. But who says you have to be with your soulmate?“ He leaned in and whispered it like it was a secret. Those words hit you. You had always thought of it to be the only way. You didn’t say anything and you were sure, you must have looked scared.

“But hey, that’s just my opinion. It just kinda ruins the whole “young-romance-thingy”. “ He said leaning back in his chair. The sun was shining down on his tan skin and he looked beautiful. “It ruins our relationship, you know? Our chances of ever being together? “ He said, making it sound like a question, clearly waiting for an answer. He looked down on his hands, so you couldn’t get eye contact – which made it harder for you to turn him down. So you didn’t.

“It doesn’t ruin our chances. “

“So you’d like to go another date with me? “ Carter asked, looking up, catching your eye. You saw the sweet hope in his eyes and you didn’t want to see that hope go away.

“Yes. “

Quickly, one date more, turned to two. Two turned to three. And all of a sudden you and Sally had boyfriend-brothers, which Sally of course loved. She thought double study dates were one of the best things ever, even though you would just be distracted. Bill and Sally fooling around, kissing each other and just generally being loud would distract you. Then Carter wanted to show of a bit too, which you weren’t very fond of. But he quickly notices your annoying face and trembling leg.

“Do you wanna go to the library? “ He would ask and you both would go down to the library, finishing up the work. You were quickly done, since you weren’t the dumbest chick in class. Carter, on the other hand, was a bit slower. He sometimes needed help for some questions, and you would just giggle at him.

“Stop laughing at me! “ He exclaimed, putting down his pencil with a smile on his face.

“I can’t help it! “ You said, laughing in your wooden chair, almost failing off. “You’re so cute. “ You placed a small kiss on his cheek, making him blush.

“Stop it, I can’t concentrate. “ He muffled picking up the pen and starting writing notes from the reading again.

“Yeah, I get it. “ You said, throwing a couple of purple locks behind your back. “It must be hard concentrating with such a BEUATIFUL woman sitting right next to you. “ You yelled throwing yourself back in the chair.

“That’s not why. “ He said cheekily. You sat up and slapped his arm. “Of course, that’s why, babe. You’re the one who’s tripping me of. “ He said, moving closer to your face.

“Good. “ You said before kissing him. He then turned back to his homework and you would just watch him.

This wouldn’t last forever, would it? He was definitely not your soulmate, that’s for sure. But did you have to be each other’s soulmates to be in love? Were you even in love? He was the first boyfriend, you’d ever had and you really did like him. At first you thought he was just like his brother; a total fuckyboy. It wasn’t anything bad towards him or Sally. He just got a reputation for being a douche – but then again, that was the kind of people sally went for.

“I’m done! “ Carter bawled, smacking his book and throwing his hands in the air. “What do you want to do? “

“Honestly, I just want a cheeseburger. “  You said, getting up from the chair and taking your own books with you.

“McDonald’s, here we come! “ Carter yelled behind you making you shriek as he lifted you of the ground and carried you out of the library.

Bill and Sally would go with you guys too, being the loud, obnoxious couple who was really into PDA. You and Carter would always follow behind, laughing at small inside jokes and funny stories. You would all get cheeseburgers and some fries. There wasn’t anyone at the restaurant, except from you guys, the cashier and a middle-aged couple in the corner. It was pretty late, so you wouldn’t except there too be crowded like it normally was. While Carter and Bill was telling a story of their childhood, the door opened making the little bell ring. Two very tall guys walked in. One guy wore a baseball, but you could see the blonde tuft of hair sticking out. They both wore sunglasses and you wouldn’t have recognized them if it wasn’t for the purple hair.

“Sally! “ You whispered, kicking her under the table. “That’s the guys from 5 Seconds of Summer. “ Sally looked towards the disk, where they were now standing, probably figuring out what to get. Sally’s jaw dropped immediately and she stood up.

“Let’s go and say hi. “ Sally lifted her brow like you had an actual choice. You looked over at Bill, who was already up beside Sally. Carter shrug and got up too.

“C’mon, babe. They’re humans too. “ He said, holding his hand towards you like you needed help to get out of the chair. But he didn’t know why you didn’t want to meet them. It was Michael – the one you’ve thought was your soulmate. And confronting him was scary and you knew that was what Sally wanted you to. So you took Carters hand and walked towards the guys. Sally was of course the first one to speak up.

“Hi. “ She said quietly but loud enough for them to turn around. “Luke and Michael, right? “ She pointed towards them as she said their names. Michael took of his sunglasses, looking you up and down.

“Haven’t I seen you two before? “ He asked. His grey eyes were and when he squinted them, his eyelashes would almost hit his cheek.

“Yeah. “ You could barely talk, and it was terrifying. It wasn’t Michael who made you nervous. It was the fact that he might could be your soulmate.

“We were at your show a couple months back. “ Sally said, showing of her chest and giving them looks. Bill, who was standing right next to her, didn’t seem to be very happy about that.

“Oh yeah I remember! You guys almost sneaked onto our tourbus! “ Michael exclaimed, not showing any grudges. “You still have the same hair color as me! Awesome! “ He high-fived you clearly not thinking about what it could mean.

“Which brand is yours from? “ He asked. You opened your mouth, closing it again.

“I don’t know. “ You said, avoiding looking at Michael. Instead you looked over at Sally who was wide-eyed and clearly filled with curiosity. Because what if?

“How can you not know? “ He chuckled, his eyes crinkling. Luke was ordering now which was distracting.

“I didn’t really choose it. “ You bit your lip, waiting for Michael to get it. Carter kept pulling you closer, clearly not happy about what was going on. 30 seconds passed before Michael said anything.

“Did you try to dye your hair pink once? Then brown? Blonde? Pink again? “ He asked wide-eyed. This was it. You looked over at Carter who was just as surprised as Michael was. You knew this could ruin your chances of getting with Carter – but Michael Clifford was your soulmate and there was no going back now.

“Yes. “ You whispered almost like the word hurt.

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thebeatneverleaves  asked:

shipping meme: Ryan/Michael?

falls asleep on the couch:

  • ryan falls asleep in weird places in general, just by nature of his fucked circadian rhythm
  • meaning michael has found ryan asleep in his car, sitting in the shower, standing up once how the actual fuck
  • and often on the couch
  • nine times out of ten michael just lets it happen, because any kind of sleep ryan is getting is good sleep, even if he looks sort of uncomfortable
  • sometimes after a bad job where everybody gets separated, he and ryan end up dozing fitfully on the couch at two in the morning, legs tangled together, cell phones clutched tightly in their hands while they wait for geoff or jack or somebody to get in touch with them

makes friends with the neighbors:

  • for all the rage michael holds in his body, he is weirdly capable of being nice and polite to people when he needs to
  • and in addition to that, michael grew up in jersey in a shitty part of town, where you had to be close with the people in your block or you’d get eaten alive, strength in numbers, etc
  • somehow the neighbors don’t make the connection between the swear-riddled screaming that travels through the thin walls of the apartment complex and the cherub-faced, curly-haired young man who shows up sometimes to fix old lady edith’s oven or returns puddles the pomeranian to the newly weds on the first floor when he gets out (again)
  • ryan doesn’t realize all this is happening until he’s driving home and sees michael walking down the street, verbally berating the tiny, fluffy dog he’s got tucked carefully under one arm

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Roomates Part 21 - Everything we could´ve been.

Please don´t hate me…

Read the other Parts here: Part 1,Part 2, Part 3,Part 4,Part 5, Part 6,Part 7,Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11,Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

I have to warn you though, this is going to be full of clichés, weird coincidences and all in all the flufflyest fluff in the world of fluff, paired with the occasional smut.
If that´s your thing, than have fun reading Room D103

When you arrive at college, everything is supposed to change. You want to become a new person, leave behind the things that happened to you in your hometown and try to make some new friends and fit in.
But what happens if you end up with a roommate, who is not only a guy, but also a handsome football player/most annoying jerk on the whole planet?

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Length:  1200 ish

Warnings: none

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind


Your journey back to college had been a relatively good one and you and Dean had enjoyed the few days before everyone was coming back by spending most of the day in bed, eating junk food you ordered into the dorm and by having an ridiculous amount of sex.
It was as if the one night at your parents home had made the two of you want each other even more.
Today was New Year´s eve and Charlie and Donna had returned.
You were sitting on Donna´s bed while your two friends unpacked loads of new clothes they had bought and you were just enjoying some female company after all this time.
“So, judging from the hickey on your neck, everything between you and Dean is going well?”, Donna teased and you reached up to your neck to cover the mark but smiled.
“You could say that, yes. Christmas with him was just perfect. He and my parents got along so well and I feel like it was the first real Christmas he ever had”, you explained, smiling even brighter at all the fond memories you had made.
“But tonight, you are going out with your girlfriends again, aren´t you?”, Charlie asked happily as she spun around in a new yellow dress that usually would have been awful, but looked good on her.
You laughed: “You know very well, that Dean is going to be at this party as well. He´s planning on getting into the fraternity next year. He´s a little nervous that he won´t make it.”
Donna rolled her eyes: “Puh-lease, he´s a football player and he´s hot. Why wouldn´t he get into the fraternity.”
“I told him that too, but well. I´m glad he isn´t that stuck up. Funny, if one remembers how I thought about him only months ago”, you said, referencing your fear of the stereotype that Dean once had represented for you.
Charlie sat down beside you on the bed and wrapped you into an unexpected hug: “I´m glad your happy and I´m glad Dean´s treating you right.”
She let go of you and made a funny expression: “He is, isn´t he?”
You laughed again: “He definitely is. Our relationship is very … satisfying.”
Donna giggled and Charlie smirked and hit your arm playfully: “Ew. I don´t wanna know about that.”

When you were getting ready in the evening, you were reminded of how you had been doing the exact same thing five months earlier, right before the party that had led you and Dean together for the first time.
You smiled at that memory now, knowing that it would be one of those things that you and Dean would joke about when you were older.
It was the first time since you had gotten into the relationship two months prior, that you thought about what a future with Dean might look like.
It made you happy to know, that this was even a possibility.
When you were ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring the dark blue dress your mother had bought you for christmas and that went so well with the new pair of heels you had gotten only a few weeks ago.
Dean was already at the party and you were supposed to meet him there with Donna and Charlie.
You grabbed your small purse and left the room, not without thinking, how something that had started out so awful, could have ended up so perfect.

By the time the three of you got to the party, there was already a lot going on. You had deliberately gone to dinner first, not wanting to start drinking with an empty stomach.
You entered the kitchen through the back, immediately being greeted by a noisy crowd of football players.
It was relief, to see that Meg was nowhere to be seen, but she probably was still in the Hamptons with her parents, which you only knew because she had told it every single person on the entire campus.
You spent the first thirty minutes doing a few shots with Donna and Charlie, before realizing, that it was already past eleven and you were not going to risk not finding Dean before midnight.
“I´m going to go look for Dean”, you informed your friends and they nodded eagerly, probably already a little drunk.
You made your way around the very crowded place but couldn´t find him anywhere. Just when you were about to call him, you recognized one of Dean´s fellow football players standing out on the porch, talking to some guy.
“Cas!”, you called, glad that you remembered his name.
The black haired guy moved his head in your direction and you immediately saw that he was super drunk.
You made a few steps towards him and shouted into his ear: “Have you seen Dean?”
You weren´t even sure he was hearing you, but then he shouted back: “Not for a while. He was helping to get a few more kegs a while ago.”
Not sure how reliable he was as a source right you just wanted to turn around again, but he caught your attention by saying: “So did he make it?”
You frowned: “What?”
“Did Dean bang you?”, the other guy elaborated sheepishly.
You rolled your eyes, figuring that he was just talking like this because he was drunk.
“Not that it´s any of your business, but yes, our relationship is going very well”, you informed him, emphasizing the “very”.
Instead of answering to you, Cas suddenly shouted: “Heeeey dude, you won the bet”, and you turned around to see Dean, standing only a few feet away from you, his face a little pale: “Cas, no.”
You only then realized, what Cas had been saying: “What bet?”, you asked, without taking your eyes of Dean, already preparing for the worst.
“The bet silly. When he got you as a roommate, we made a bet, that he would bang you before New Year´s. And he obviously did, so he won”, Cas explained as if it was the most simple thing in the entire world.
You felt like you were falling into a dark hole: “What?”
Dean was now standing right in front of you: “(Y/N), please, let me explain.”
He was reaching for your arm, but you jerked it away: “Is it true?”
He was almost crying now, you could see it in his eyes: “Yes, but…”
That was all you needed to hear.
As fast as you could you turned around and ran, almost as fast as when you had run away from Todd only a week ago.
It was freezing cold outside and you had left your jacket with Charlie, but you didn´t even feel it. All you could feel was your heart breaking into a million pieces.
Luckily it wasn´t far to your dorm but you didn´t have any time to adjust before Dean was entering D103 behind you.
“(Y/N)”, was all he said.
You couldn´t even bear to look at him again, look at your shattered hopes.
“I knew”, you said bitterly, “I knew I was making the same mistake again.”
And with your sentence the new year began, fireworks lightning up the sky, while your heart went dark.

Your Voice

So many requests just came in, but I am determined to do them all and make you all smile the champion of all smiles xoxo. 

Plot: [Hiii could you please write an imagine where you’re josh’s girlfriend and you’re in a band and he comes for the first time to one of your concerts with Ty and Jenna and they’re really surprised about how meaningful the songs you write are?thank u!]

“Babe do you need this amp?” Josh called out from the garage as the two of you were loading up your car for one of your local shows tonight. You had been in a band for about a year and had just started playing shows. Josh unfortunately missed the first one because he was on tour at the time, and the reality of it all was that you couldn’t always be there for each other’s big events, he cleared his schedule weeks ago to make sure he could make this one. Tyler and Jenna were actually flying in tonight as well. You had been checking in with the status of their flight all day, hopeful they would be able to make it. 

“Uhm.. no, but can you grab that micstand over there?” you requested. 

“Yeah of course,” he lifted it up laying it down flat in the back seat. 

“Thanks for letting Kyle borrow your drums J, I can’t believe the repair didn’t get done on time to his,” you said referring to your drummer Kyle. 

“Yeah, no worries.. I know that life,” he laughed. 

Josh drove you to the venue with all the gear in the back as you road in the passenger seat. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” you exclaimed. 

“What?” Josh asked curiously. 

“Ty and Jenna just landed, they’re driving up to the venue now. Said they’d meet us there.” 

“That’s great love,” Josh said reaching over to grab your hand with his eyes still on the road. 

“I was stressin,” you exhaled. 

“Yeah, your shoulders were practically up to your ears,” he laughed, massaging them a little bit. 

Josh was super proud of you, he knew what it was like playing for small crowds and was impressed by your determination and commitment. You had never actually played your songs for him before because you wanted them to be as perfect as imperfect could get. You were relieved that Tyler and Jenna were going to make it, but also still a little nervous about how they would all react to your sound. 

You pulled up to the venue and sure enough Tyler and Jenna were standing outside the doors. They greeted both you and Josh and immediately helped you and Josh with carrying the equipment in. Your band was driving separately because they were all roommates and you were staying with Josh for the time being. You were in between places, trying to find a new apartment. Kyle had texted you saying they were already inside starting to set up the stage. 

“Hey… don’t take this the wrong way.. but can you guys maybe hang around somewhere else for soundcheck? I really wan’t my songs to be a surprise…” you said nervously to Josh, Jenna, and Tyler. 

“Yeah, of course Y/N. Don’t worry about it,” Josh kissed you softly before they left for only a little bit. 

“Good lucky Y/N,” Jenna said smiling, hugging you. 

“Yeah, you’re going to be sick!” Tyler laughed. 

It was showtime. The first face you recognized was of course Josh, then Tyler, then Jenna. There was probably about fifty people there, it was at a local bar. Most of the people weren’t paying much attention, downing whiskey here and there, but you were excited nonetheless and the people that we’re interested were very interested. The first song you were singing was called “Demons left behind.” The second you opened your mouth and your emotions began to spill out, Josh’s jaw dropped. Tyler perked up, looking at you and then at Josh, eyes wide. Jenna smiled, nodding her head expecting nothing less than heartfelt lyrics, a beautiful voice, and incredible talent. 

You played another song, and then another, and before you knew it your set was over. You would not have been able to get through it if it wasn’t for the three of them standing front row, especially Josh who was beaming with pride the whole time. The crowd clapped sporadically as you did a slight bow, and walked off stage to find your two friends and your boyfriend waiting for you. 

Josh instantly kissed you, and hard, “I was practically crying, Y/N. Those lyrics… that voice.. I’m so so lucky, and so proud,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close, repeatedly kissing you on the head. 

“Yeah, seriously that was the most authentic show I’ve been to in a while,” Tyler assured you. 

“I knew you would be incredible, but I was even more impressed actually experiencing it,” Jenna chimed in. 

“Thanks guys, I love you all,” you were so happy, nothing in the world could have saddened you right in that moment, and for once you felt like you could make it, you felt like your voice was being heard. 

Christmas Truth or Dare - D.H.

Pairing: Dan and y/n

Summary: you and Dan film a Christmas themed truth or dare for your channel and it gets weird

Requested: no

Warnings: feels

A/N: please enjoy day 9 of the christmas countdown
ps all the @ names i used in the imagine were random; like they may be real names, but I don’t actually know anyone with them, i just made up random names ((other than phil’s ofc lol)).


You were sitting on your laptop, scrolling through your subscription box and watching some of the newest videos your friends had put out. You’re just beginning to watch Alfie’s new vlog when your phone rings. You look down at it to see who was calling, Phil Trash #1 flashing across your screen along with a picture of you and Dan.

“Hello,” you say into your phone.

“What’re you doing today?”

“I dunno, was planning on filming a q and a at some point,” you reply, shutting your laptop and beginning to climb out of bed.

“Wanna come over?” Dan asks as you make your way to the lounge in your flat.

You groan, “But that means I have to get ready, I’m still in pajamas.”

“Come onnn lovee.. You know you want to. Plus if you come then I can help you film.”  

You pause for a second, thinking, before letting out a small sigh and agreeing to go over; telling him you’d be there in about an hour before hanging up.

You get ready, bringing your camera and laptop with you as you head out the door of your flat into the crisp London air. You admire the Christmas-y decorations put up on streetlamps, becoming slightly frustrated at the amount of Christmas shoppers currently in the tube as you’re trying to make your way to Dan and Phil’s flat as quickly as you can; the steady volume of people preventing that.

You get off the tube at the station closest to their flat, walking the last little bit until you’re walking up the stairs, using your spare key given to you by the two of them to get in.

“Dan?” you say pretty loudly as you shut the front door behind yourself, having let yourself in as per usual.

You hear footsteps above you as you remove your shoes, making your way up the stairs; coat still on. Just as you reach the top, you see Dan round the corner into the lounge.

“Hi love,” he smiles, making his way over to press a quick kiss to your lips before continuing towards the kitchen.

You take off your coat, hanging it over the back of a chair and make your way to the kitchen, backpack with your camera and laptop still on your back.

“Where’s Phil?” you ask Dan as you lean against the counter, watching him make tea for the two of you.

“He’s in his room.. You can go say hi if you want, I’ll bring this to my room for you after,” he replies with a smile.

You make your way towards Dan, who opens his arms for you, and rest your head against his chest; the two of you standing in the embrace for a few moments. You pull away, deciding to go say hi to Phil and smile at Dan as you exit the kitchen.

You drop your backpack on Dan’s bed before making your way to Phil’s bedroom, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter. When he quietly shouts for you to come in, you swing the door open; Phil sitting at his desk doing a YouNow.

“Hi Philly,” you say as you enter the room, making your way to sit on his bed just out of shot.

He turns to you on his bed, “Hi y/nn.. Everyone, Dan’s girlfriend is here,” he continues, turning back to the chat.

“Come over and say hi,” he waves you toward the computer and you stand up, moving to stand beside Phil.

“Hi everyone,” you say into the computer before turning back to Phil, “Its been two days since I last saw you, how are you?”

Phil laughs at your statement, you joining in before he replies, “I’m good, what about you?”

“Same I guess, I’ll leave you to this now though,” you gesture to the computer, bidding his viewers goodbye as you walk out; planning on speaking with Phil properly later.

“Bye y/n!” you hear just as you’ve made your way back to Dan’s bedroom.

You sit down on the bed, pulling out your laptop and camera from your backpack and going on your phone as you wait for Dan to make his way to his room.

As soon as you see him standing in the doorway with two mugs, you smile, putting your phone away from looking at the responses you’d gotten to what you’d just tweeted so far.

“Hi love,” he places the mugs down beside his bed, leaning down to give you a proper kiss to the lips, given his slightly rushed hello when you’d arrived.

“Hi,” you reply smiling widely at him.

“So, did you want to film?”

“Oh yeah, but I kinda changed my mind about what I wanted to film and I might’ve sorta roped you into my video,” you smile innocently at him as you pull your phone back out to show him what you’d tweeted.

Y__N: Hey guys! I’m filming a Christmas-y truth or dare with Dan in a bit so tweet me some Christmas themed dares and some random truths!

Dan pulls his phone out as well, retweeting the tweet as he laughs at you getting him to be in your video. Despite the fact that you’d been dating for nearly 3 years, you two rarely posted videos together; preferring your relationship to be mainly private other than the odd video and Instagram photos every once in a while.

“It’s been a while since we filmed together, and I thought it’d be funny,” you explain.

Dan nods his head in agreement, “Yeah sounds fun; let me put on my Dan and Phil Christmas jumper, hashtag ad,” he replies, as the two of you burst out laughing at his statement.

You set up your camera, asking Dan to borrow his lights as you weren’t going to bring yours with you on the tube; knowing he wouldn’t mind anyways.

Once everything is set up, you sit down on the end of Dan’s bed.

“Hi guys,” you start, “So, I know you guys already know where I am based on the room around me but I thought I’d force my guest today to stay out of shot so I could film this intro,” you say as you gesture around you at Dan’s room; half the internet probably able to recognize it solely based on his familiar black and white duvet you were sitting on.

Dan then moves from off camera to sit beside you, “Hello internet.”

“So, if you couldn’t already tell, today I’m joined by my boyfriend, Dan Howell, aka danisnotonfire, and we’re going to be filming a really fun Christmas-y video.”

“Yeah guys, today y/n and I are filming a Christmas Truth or Dare,” Dan jumps in, you taking over for him at the end of his sentence.

“Basically,” you say, “I tweeted for you guys to ask Dan and I some truths and some dares and we’re gonna pick one from Dan’s trusty hat here,” you shake a hat that had some papers with viewers’ tweets on them, “And we’re just gonna go back and forth answering your questions and doing the dares.”

“Lets get started!” Dan finishes your intro for you, both of you standing up from the bed to get your mugs of tea after finishing the take.

After a few minutes of sipping your tea’s, talking about nothing in particular you sit back down beside each other on his bed.

“Guests first,” you say at the same time as Dan says, “Ladies first.”

You both immediately start laughing before Dan picks up the hat, “Well if you insist.”

You roll your eyes, laughing at him as he reaches his hand in to pull a tweet from the hat.

“Oo dare straight away for me,” Dan comments before reading out the tweet.

@/phanupdates: Dare: Prank call a YouTube friend and ask them their favourite colour like in Elf

You and Dan laugh before you begin deliberating over who you should call.

“D’you reckon I should call Phil?” Dan asks you, laughing at the idea of Phil answering on YouNow.

You nod your head in reply, laughing with him as he pulls out his phone, dialing Phil.

“Hello?” Phil answers almost immediately.

“Buddy the Elf here, just wondering, whats your favourite colour?”

You hear Phil laugh through the phone, hearing it muffled in real life, as he replies to Dan’s question, “Well considering it’s Christmastime and you’re an elf, I’m gonna have to go with a tie between red and green.”

You and Dan both laugh along with him as Dan ends the phone call after bidding Phil goodbye.

“My turn?”

Dan nods, as you reach for the hat also pulling out a tweet.

@/rebecca__george: Truth: What was the last thing Dan did for you that was sweet?

You immediately reach for your cup of tea on the night stand beside the bed, “Actually he made me tea when I got to his and Phil’s flat today,” you answer as you take a sip.

“Best boyfriend ever, right y/n?” Dan replies with a wide smile on his face.

You laugh, nodding your head at the camera exaggeratedly, “Oh, the best.”

“Okay my turn,” Dan reaches for the hat and pulls out a truth as well, this one from none other than Phil himself.

@/amazingphil: Who do you like better? Me or y/n? (I really hope Dan gets this question otherwise this is awkward)

You and Dan laugh, Dan sitting for a moment “thinking”, before making his decision.

“I hope you won’t regret this answer Howell,” you say, eyebrows raised just before Dan answers.

“I like…..” he pauses for effect, “Phil and y/n equally, because they’re my two best friends in the whole world.”

You roll your eyes, pushing on his shoulder lightly, “The correct answer was me,” you reply as you reach for the hat; pulling out a dare.

@/y/nupdates: Dare: drink a full cup of eggnog as quickly as you can, ily<3

“Aww, I love you too,” you say, before turning to Dan, “Do you and Lester have eggnog?”

“Actually,” Dan replies, “We do,” he finishes; leaving his bedroom to go to the kitchen and get a glass of it as you groan in disgust, it was a known fact on the internet that you despised eggnog.

He returns with a glass in hand, almost full to the top with the disgusting drink.

You take it from him, scrunching your nose as you smell it, “Do I have to drink it?” you ask him.

“Umm, yes,” Dan answers, “This is going to be hilarious.”

You shoot him a dirty look before lifting the glass to your lips, drinking as much of it as you can without gagging; only finishing about a quarter of the glass before shaking your head.

“Ew, no; I hate that stuff,” you hold it away from you with your arm extended as Dan laughs at you, taking it and placing it on the stand with your tea before handing you that instead.

“Your turn,” you say, handing the hat back to Dan.

You two go back and forth for a couple tweets longer, you having to hang candy canes on Dan like decorating a tree, and him acting out watching Frosty melt in front of him; before deciding that the next one would be the last round and you would do it together.

@/james_kane: Truth: what’re you doing for Christmas?

“Well actually, we’re visiting with my family in Brighton,” you answer quickly, the plans having been worked out for nearly a month now.

“Yeah,” Dan says, “I’m excited, y/n’s little brother is much cooler than her.”

“Hey!” you reply, a pout forming on your lips as Dan wraps his arms around you from beside you.

“Aww, my poor baby, it’s okay.. You’re sometimes cool too,” he laughs as you push his arms off you.

“Well guys, that was Christmas truth or dare, click subscribe if you wanna see more videos and hit the like button if you wanna see less of Dan!”

“Hey rude,” Dan responds, before covering your mouth with one hand, “And there’s a link down below to subscribe to my channel, it’s much better than y/n’s.”

You shake your head at the camera as Dan begins to do your outro, “Thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed, leave a comment down below about how I’m better than y/n; byeee.”

You laugh at his statement as he gets up, turning your camera off and coming to lay down on the bed with you.

“That was fun.”

You hum in reply, snuggling into his chest as he wraps an arm around you.

“Are you really going to sleep, its 4:30 in the afternoon and you have to edit,” he says laughing.

“Shh,” you hush him as you close your eyes, beginning to drift off; hearing only his heartbeat as you fall asleep cuddled up in Dan’s arms

EXO's REACTION to you being their personal photographer

You’ve been running your Blog full of your own photographs and some videos for 2 years now. Because of your talent your Blog became quite popular and you are very proud of it. One day you get an e-mail from a company you’ve never heard of, “SM Entertainment”. You were quite shocked when you found out that it’s settled in South Korea. They offered you a job as a personal photographer of a certain band, called EXO. You never heard of them but gladly accepted that offer because hell yeah, you’re getting paid for what you can do the best and love. 3 Month later you arrive in Seoul. On your way to the office you try to remember the band members name, as you studied them back home. Yes, you got curious and wanted to get to know them a little bit. Now in the elevator on your way to the office on the 6th floor you start to get nervous as f***. Thanks to the secretary that accompanied you and started to small talk with a sincern smile on her face, you got a tiny bit distraced. That was until you were on you own infront of the door. Your hands were shaking and you already started to blush. A bad habit of yours everytime something embarrassing or awkward will or is about to happen. As you opend the door you saw 15 people and each of their heads shot up as they heard you enter and the conservation stopped. You recognized the manager that you had communicated with through these 3 months, 2 strangers and of course the 12 members of EXO. At this very moment you already knew that your blushing turned worse. Probably looking like a tomato right now. You bowed down, as you remembered in your travel guide and said a quite “Hi guys”. Mentally facepalming yourself because you forgot the korean greeting.

Beakhyun (feat. D.O)

Beakhyun: Oh look how cute she is with her cheeks all red. “Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Beakhyun. That’s korean and stands for ‘handsome’ as you can clearly s-” *gets hit by D.O*

D.O: “Don’t mind him. He’s stupid and dreaming” he said, while smiling and making the other laugh.


“Oh by the way, my name is D.O.” he said, and waved. (i know it’s impossible, but please try to ignore kai, haha x )


“Nice to meet you, my name is Chanyeol and i really like you hat” he said, as he pointed to you snapback and grinned. You smiled back and tried to stop yourself from getting even more redder.

“yeah, only he can’t pull it off as good as you!” someone added but you couldn’t figure out who it was. Everyone laughed and you felt kind of bad for Chanyeol as he pouted and you shook your head while chuckling lightly.


“Hi, my name is Suho and we are very happy to add another member to our family. If you have any questions you can always talk to me or if you need anything, since I’m already the mom of the group.” He laughed.


“Oh pleeeeease, who’s the real mom here, huh?” he said all diva-like but soon followed by a chuckel. “Hey sweetheart. My name is Chen and I hope you don’t have a wrong first impression of me now. I’m actually quite nice.”


“Hey dear! I hope you can cope with all these crazy people here.” he said while grinning. Laughing you told hime that back home you have 5 dogs and you think you are able to deal with this situation. “OOOOH I SHIP IT!” Chanyeol said with cheeky smile. Kai just laughed and blushed a little but you didn’t unterstand. “What? He wants to ship us? Where to? What is this? Has to be some korean insider ..” you thought.


“Aish, don’t listen to him. He is just jealous” That earned him a smack on his head. “Whatever. My name is Kris and it’s nive to meet you” he said in english. “You mister, are my hero! My korean is still rather bad and I need someone to help me translate if I am being arrested. Because I do think that at some point i will end up in prision here.” you answered also in english, laughing together with Kris. The other members just looked at you two with blank expressions. Some of them thinking about taking english classes.


“I have no clue what you just said but I’m still very happy that you joined our group! You are kind of like a connector between us and our fans. I like that very much” he said sincerely.


“Quick question: how old are you?” “What? Eeh, almost 20? But wh-” “YEEES I AM NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE! But don’t worry we youngster have to stick together. Oh Sehun will protect you!" 


"Oh please! If anyone is going to protect her, it’s obviously me! If I may introduce myself: My name is Tao and if you are in troble do yourself a favour and ask me and not this little boy.”


He was just laughing at Tao. “Man, how are you going to protect her? You still believe in ghosts and you are afraid of bugs!” Tao:“ Oh look who’s taking here, little Luhan”


“Hey there. I’m Xiumin and the oldest one in this group and-”. You didn’t wanted to be rude but that fact left you confused “I’m sorry, you are what?!” you just couldn’t believe he was the oldest. At that excact point everyone in the room bursted out laughing and again you started to blush -why am I like this-. But Xiumin didn’t seem to mind “No need to blush, love. I get that often.” he chuckled.

And that is the start of a beautiful and strong friendship.


I know it’s very long but I still hope that this reaction created a smile on you prettyface! xx F.

My Little Monster {Sentence Starters}
  • "Every time I deal with another person, I’m reminded how little control I have over my life."
  • "You said you don't love me, but you act like you do!"
  • "But at the same time, I'm really self-conscious and a coward."
  • "Does it really matter that people don't like you?"
  • "If you want to be accepted, you must accept yourself first."
  • "I'm always just waiting. Waiting for someone to reach out to me."
  • "Humans will wither away if they're always alone."
  • "It would be cruelest to keep your hopes up when I already know the answer."
  • "Why does it have to be all or nothing?"
  • "There's nothing more repulsive than being touched by a guy you don't like."
  • "The best kind of love helps you grow up."
  • "If you don't hold any regret in your choice, that means you must've made the right decision."
  • "You could look at it as a chance for you to change."
  • "If you leave, I'll probably be sad."
  • "Once you've recognized your mistakes, it's easy enough to correct them."
  • "Love is good. It changes people, for better or for worse."
  • "Every problem has an answer. How hard can it be?"
  • "I never had anything this good before."
  • "Don't overdo it. Just work on achieving what you can."
  • "I'm no expert, but I think people mope when their expectations are too high."
  • "It's a waste of time to bother with anything uncertain."
  • "Real friends wouldn't use you for your money!"
  • "Who cares about school?! The real me lives on the Internet!"

there’s no such thing to piss me off more than people (especially on tumblr) that be like “little mix is so talented but they are problematic”. ??? first of all we all have problematic faves, let’s cut the fake bullshit and accept it . not everyone (including me) has patience for people acting like wannabes social justice warriors tbh its’ like some of you guys can accept when YOUR faves collect a shitload of problematic receipts but when is little mix (btw 50% of the ‘receipts’ y’all have of them are made by people who hate them for other reasons and already proved wrong SO) y’all get offended for things you can’t even understand??. there are celebrities out there that do worse stuff and still get praised and i’m not saying little mix is untouchable and you need to close your eyes for that and honestly i’ll recognize that they’ve done some wrong shit and probably WILL do in the future and you know why? NOT EVERYONE HAS ACCESS TO THE SO ‘EDUCATED’ AND PREPOTENT SIDE OF TUMBLR. little mix is a extremely talented, hard worker and humble group, have done so many good things for so many people while fighting for a complicated audience and if y’all will sleep on them SOLELY because of that, i honestly hope karma goes back to kick you in the face. also hope one day you guys can break free from the hypocrite world you’re stuck in and realize that you can support and enjoy a celebrity and still disagree/call them out on their wrong behavior. 

you shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlight

taekwoon/hakyeon, pg13, 2k

Hakyeon really can’t recognize him from anywhere.

a/n: 2k of taek beating people up that somehow turned into a college au

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anonymous asked:

headcanons of the guys being super protective of their girls & getting jealous? I love your blog❤️❤️

With the exception of that one time Kai was broiling with jealousy over Thorne’s proximity to Cinder, I can’t really see any of our guys having jealousy issues, especially once they’re all in actual, established relationships. They’re all mature enough and secure enough in their relationships that I have trouble seeing any of them getting really, truly jealous. But protectiveness is another matter entirely…


  • Thorne’s protectiveness comes out the most while he and the others are introducing Cress to Earth. It’s a wonderful place,but it’s vast and complicated and dangerous enough to the average person, let alone someone who’s spent her entire life aboard a floating tin can. He knows better than most that Cress is strong, Cress is smart, Cress is capable, but he also knows that experience counts for a lot and that naiveté can get you hurt no matter how smart you are.
  • That’s why he stays close when they venture off the Rampion during those first few months. Why he makes a point of teaching her the fine arts of recognizing con artists and helping her hone that sixth sense that tells you which neighborhoods are sketchy and which ones are safe. Why he worries a little if she takes off on her own (at least until she’s more well acquainted with Earth and its pitfalls) and why he frequently concocts excuses (”Hey, doesn’t that shop sell my hair product? I think I need another tube.” “You have at least three already.” “Well…well, you can never have too much.”) as to why he should come along, too.


  • Of all the TLC guys, Wolf has probably the least reasons to worry, but he still does because that’s just what a guy who’s seen so many of the people he loves die does.
  • Wolf gets very protective during the press storm that rages when they return to Earth. It irks Scarlet so much that her farm, her safe haven, is being so invaded by those vultures, and if Scarlet is irked, so is Wolf. He does a lot of stomping around and glaring and the occasional hurling-over-the-fence-by-the-seat-of-the-pants of any reporter foolish enough to actually trespass. When they’re in town and the press starts hounding them and Scarlet is too tired of yelling at them to muster the indignation for another round, Wolf becomes a daunting physical barrier between her and the cameras. 


  • There isn’t much that Kai can do to protect Cinder given the many miles between them and he hates that, but he does his best from a distance.
  • Kai spends a great deal of energy running interference for Cinder in the political arena by standing by her when she needs support, standing up for her when more experienced politicians pull dirty tricks, sending as much aid for the Lunar reconstruction as his position will allow him to, smoothing the way for Luna’s entry into the Earthen Union, pulling strings and calling in favors to help her get whatever she needs politically, and generally trying to protect her as much as he can while she learns her way around the minefield that is politics in the Third Era.


  • Jacin’s been trying to protect Winter since they were kids. That never really changes.
  • Winter’s health is always a great concern to Jacin, especially when she starts travelling for her diplomatic work and when she undergoes the surgery for her bioelectricity suppresor. It worries him that she works so hard and puts herself under so much stress when she really should be recovering, so he does his best to encourage her to get some sleep in between meetings and flights to the next stop on their diplomatic tour, to  eat regularly, to report any changes in symptoms to her team of doctors, etc. In short, he fusses. A lot.