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[sunsbaby]

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ּ ֶָ֢ 𓍯𓂃 dean winchester x cupid!reader | valentines day special 18+ |

You'd met Dean when he was at his lowest, in which you pulled him up with soft gentle hands. Filling his heart with the love you normally struck within others. He was in debt to you, even if you told him it didn't matter.

"Let me take care of you, baby." He said pleading you with those eyes, his hands were glued to your hips. It was Valentine's day, and Dean wanted to show you all the love you deserved.

He already started the day showering you with chocolates and flowers, everything he found with hearts on it—you had. Now, as the sun set and the moon's light slipped past the blinds, all he wanted to do was take care of you. Just how you took care of him.

"Dean, you've done enough today, it's all perfect." You said, your hands moving to toy with his short locks. Gentle eyes looking up towards his.

His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, shushing you as his body pressed against yours. Slowly walked you towards the bed until the two of you dropped down on top of it. His hands find their way onto your thighs, pulling the flesh apart.

"Please, baby." He practically whined—Dean whining, you couldn't say no. Especially when he gave you those puppy eyes, all love-sick and sweet. So, you gave him a nod, watching as he moved between your thighs.

You hadn't been wearing shorts nor pants, seeing as the two of you stayed home all day. You didn't mind of course, wine and movies with your love was all you wanted. Dean's breath fawned on your clothed pussy, cooling the damp spot that had formed.

He nipped at the inside of your thighs, leaving little teeth marks in his wake. He sucked and gripped them tight as he got closer, hickeys littered the flesh. His fingers teased the fabric of your panties, slowly pulling them away and off of you.

As soon as they were tossed somewhere on the floor to be forgotten about, he dived in. Eating your pussy like a man starved. He lapped at your juices—pulling moans and mewls from you like nothing. He didn't falter, his grip on your thighs keeping you from closing them.

Your hands grasped onto his hair, hips bucking against his face as his nose hit your clit perfectly. Noises fell from your lips and struck his heart like one of your arrows, they fueled him on. His hips bucked against the mattress as his own groans slipped past his arousal coated lips.

A knot formed in your lower belly as your head fell back, the grip on his hair tightened drastically, now chasing your own release with no mind to how he feels. But, Dean was having the best night of his life. Tongue deep in his little cupids pretty pussy, drinking in your juices like a glass of whiskey.

"Dean!" You shouted as you came, which he obviously lapped up like a dog. He continued his attack on your clit, even as your high crashed down on you.

"There's my pretty baby." He murmured against your thigh as you came, he pulled away from your now swollen cunt. Planting a soft kiss to your soaked slit he moved back up to face you. "Y'still think I had 'done enough?'" He asked, a stupid smile etched onto his features.

He stared at your fucked out expression with such love and admiration he'd never shown to anyone else. Yet, as he lay next to you, tangled up as you slept on his chest all he could think about was how much he really did care for you and love you. Dean didn't think he could love, all he did was hurt.

You changed something inside him, in that moment Dean Winchester realized, you were just what he needed in life.

sunny yaps! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!!(I POSTED THIS BEFORE VALENTINES 😽) heres a Dean smut for you all! AS I'VE SAID MANY TIMES I AM NOT THE BEST AND THIS ISN'T PROOF READ PLEASE DONT BEAT ME UP!! I LOVE YOU ALL 💋 KISSES!!

special tags! @figthoughts @bluemerakis @dulcescorderitas

[jazzy96scorpio]

Hii could you please write something? Pedro x reader.

The reader is an actress just like him, they've been dating for a while, while there have been rumors about their relationship, they haven't made it public (yet), both of them want privacy. Some fans spot them sharing a kiss, going to do the groceries, dinner dates together (anything you want).

One day while the reader is doing an Instagram live cooking with her followers Pedro comes in and he's all touchy and goofy while she's all shy. Like when they're not right in front of the phone peeps see their reflection on something kissing

Caught on Camera

You were an actress, not exactly so famous, but you were working. Then you met Pedro on a movie set, and BAM! Instant connection. You guys fell hard, like, really hard, and fast. But you also decided pretty early on to keep things quiet. You both really valued having some privacy and wanted to let your relationship grow without everyone watching.

Of course, being in the public eye meant you weren't completely off the radar. Fans are like detectives, seriously! You'd get spotted grabbing groceries together, or out for dinner, even just sharing a car ride. A quick hug here, a laugh there – little moments that ended up as blurry pics online. The rumors started flying.

Were you two together? Everyone had an opinion. But you played it cool. Never confirmed, never denied. Your relationship was yours, and you were going to protect it.

Until one day.

You were in your kitchen, mid-Instagram live cooking session. Flour dusts your apron, and you're smiling warmly at the comments scrolling by.

You: "Hey everyone, welcome back to my little kitchen! For those of you who are new here, I'm [Y/N], and I love sharing my favorite recipes with you all. Tonight, we're making a delicious and easy pasta dish – perfect for a weeknight meal. So, let's get started! First, we need..."

Suddenly, the kitchen door swings open and Pedro walks in, grinning. He's carrying a bouquet of red roses.

Pedro: "Surprise!"

Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing a delicate pink. You stammer slightly, then quickly whisper his name under your breath so the live audience doesn't catch it.

You: (Whispering) "Pedro! I'm going live on Instagram! Be quiet!"

Pedro: (Whispering back, but loud enough for the microphone to pick up a little)

"I missed you so much! And I'm starving!"

You give him a playful nudge, trying to hide your amusement from the camera.

You: (To the live audience, a little flustered) "Oh, uh, it seems I have a visitor. I apologize."

Then you walked closer to Pedro, hiding you two from the camera view.

(To Pedro, in a lower voice) "What are you doing here? I thought you were on set until tomorrow."

He leaned closer and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to smudge any makeup.

"Couldn't stay away. Missed my favorite chef. And these," He gestures to the roses, "are for the most beautiful woman I know."

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you gently closer. You lean into him, a shy smile playing on your lips.

You: "You're going to make me blush on live stream."

Pedro: (Nuzzling your hair) "Is that so bad? I think you look adorable when you blush."

He playfully starts tasting the sauce you've been working on.

Pedro: "Mmm, it's amazing. Maybe I should stick around and be your sous chef."

Unaware to you both, the camera is catching more than you realize. A reflection in the stainless steel backsplash shows you sharing a quick, passionate kiss. The live chat explodes.

💬OMG! Did you guys see that?!

💬WE GOT YOU!

💬Finally! They're so cute!

💬#PedroAnd[Y/N]Confirmed

You, still flustered, glance at your phone. The comments are flying by a mile a minute.

You started laughing nervously.

"Okay, okay, you caught us. Hi everyone! Yes, this is Pedro. And yes," You take his hand, intertwining your fingers "we're together."

Pedro: (Smiling warmly at you) "We wanted to keep things private for a while, but… I guess the cat's out of the bag now."

You: "We appreciate all the love and support. And thank you for respecting our privacy until now. Now, back to this pasta…"

The live chat continues to buzz with excitement, filled with congratulatory messages and heart emojis.

Thank you for your request 💜

I hope so you are gonna like it. I apologize if it's too short 🫣

[itsrensfairygardenn]

dilf!art x popstar!reader

mdni

— during the last months of his career and the whole process of the divorce, art only dreamed about a quiet life, peace and letting go of everything that had been enchaining him through his years of pro tennis. but once he finally retired? he felt miserable and bored out of his mind; to be honest, he only felt happy when he was with lily. good thing he had patrick and plenty of opportunities to solve all these problems.

— after couple months of hibernating in his house like a bear, he found himself taking care of all business matters — he and tashi had split up all the property and the family foundation; since this brought him passive income and did not require constant monitoring, he still had plenty of free time and god knows how much money. to deal with this and his craving for someone’s company, he decided to accept one of many invitations from his acquaintances — just a fancy event, patrick said it wouldn’t hurt at all.

— when he met you there, he had no idea who you were. after all, lily was too young for being interested in celebrities, and art wasn’t even on social media. he first saw you by the buffet table — you spoke to him while he was looking for a snack that didn’t look like a calorie bomb, and you just interrupted him, offering the most unhealthy-looking thing of the entire range. you looked so pretty, and you sincerely recommended him to try it, and you was eating it too; how could he possibly refuse you, seeing your fingers stained with buttercream? and that sheer dress you were wearing… it’s safe to say that he was very interested in your company.

— seemed like everyone wanted to have a sweet piece of your attention, but you’d spent more than enough time with him before you left — you were discussing everything and nothing at the same time; when he tried to flirt with you, it didn’t turn out to be as smoothly as he’d expected, but you flirted back, and you didn’t find him awkward at all… you both were in a rush, but he managed to ask you for your number.

— of course patrick was the one who told him who you were — he was like, chronically online, having accounts on every single social media platform to keep up with the times. it’s not like art wanted to know everything about you, but patrick didn’t care — he even told him about some of your ex-partners; god, art got so unsure of himself, that he zoned out for a second, contemplating the possibility of embarrassing himself by pushing his luck with you.

— but i mean, you are too gorgeous to not try to have a tiny bit of your attention, so he texted you after days of hesitation, and it turned out that you were as eager to get to know him better as you’d seemed that night — after you’d first called him ‘cute’, he needed time to cool off.

— things escalated quickly; you were out of town, busy with the festival season, so during the day you were exchanging occasional messages, waiting for the night to come to talk on the phone when you got back to your hotel room. if landline phones still were a thing, you’d probably find yourself twisting the wire around your finger like in those old movies.

— at the moment, he still hadn’t listened to any of your songs, but you have such a beautiful voice, that he was tempted to. but why would he need spotify when there was a better option?

— he flew to your concert in another country after a week of phone calls without hesitation — and once he did that, he knew that you had him wrapped around your finger. he watched you through the entire show, waiting for you to glance at him, even if it was for the briefest of moments; he met you behind the stage as soon as you finished the show, and it didn’t bother him that you were sweaty, that your hair and makeup didn’t look perfect anymore — when you let him know that you were okay with leaving with him, he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you to his car. yes, maybe he wasn’t a big fan of pop music, but pop stars? he definitely had a thing for one.

— you weren’t exactly secret, but you were private for your own comfort — sure, people saw him at your concerts again and again, always sneaking backstage, always giving you the biggest bouquets of flowers. it was enough for everyone to make certain conclusions, and couple of blurry pictures through the windows of luxurious restaurants didn’t hurt — maybe a part of him was satisfied with people knowing that you two were a thing. he always took care of everything for you, making sure that everything was special, that the magic was there, even though everyone wanted to peek — he arranged bodyguards, cars with tinted windows, restaurants reserved just for you.

— you moved in with him in the fall, as soon as the concert season ended, and it’s safe to say that it was even more romantic than luxury hotel rooms and penthouses with sound insulation and king-size beds — you two hadn’t left the house for at least a week, and no, it wasn’t just about sex; your days were full of cuddles on the couch in front of the tv, with your legs intertwined under the duvet (you always kept the air conditioning on, so art would cling onto you a little bit more. your feet were always cold, and he always subconsciously tried to warm them up with his big, warm hands). you gave him all the comfort he needed, always making him feel loved and cared for.

— of course, his diet was still there, and he was still stuck on counting calories; he was afraid of losing his shape, especially now, when he had you, his young thing with countless other people around; all those guys who were better than him — skinnier, younger, maybe even better in bed?

— you were always there to show him how wrong he was; it’s not like you were trying to turn his daily ration into bunch of junky food, you only aimed to make him stop dividing food into good and bad; to show him that it was okay to have a dessert after dinner, or to eat a pizza or french fries when he felt like it — after he’d met you, food became much easier and tastier, just like his sports routine — when you two had days off, he always skipped his morning jog, because he didn’t want you to wake up alone in the bed, and he also didn’t have a heart to let go of you and remove your cold little nose from the crook of his neck (thanks to the air conditioner)

— you wrote songs about him — a lot of them, actually, and you rarely showed them to him before the actual release date, because you knew that he wasn’t a fan of pop music; he didn’t actually understand how those things worked, and you didn’t want to put him in awkward situations.

— “you can do a lot with fifteen minutes? that’s… that’s a lot to process, babe”

— like his ears are bright red every time he’s visiting you in the recording studio, but he always supports you as much as he can — he definitely has many of your songs in his playlist, mostly because he likes to listen to them when you’re away and he’s missing your voice; but he also enjoys thinking about the fact that you write songs about him — man untangles his old ass headphones every time he wants to hear you calling him cute boy (and also saying that he has a big dick, but he doesn’t admit it aloud)

— you’re for sure besties with patrick — he enjoys your songs too much for his own good, so when he attends your concerts along with art, he makes sure that everyone around them knows that he knows all the songs by heart; and he’ll never lose opportunity to tease art about the lyrics, too — his elbow nudge art’s ribs every time you look at him from the stage (“dude, do you have a golden dick or something?”)

— you literally made him look at his sexuality in a different way; of course, maybe it was because you’re so young and full of life and passion, or because he was so damn obsessed with you, but he definitely thought that sex with you was the closest to paradise he’d ever experienced.

— when he comes to pick you up from the recording studio, you always linger there for quite awhile after everyone leaves; sometimes you close the door, sometimes art insists on leaving it unlocked, even though he’s still a bit shy about his desires — anyway, he doesn’t think about it when you ride him on that huge leather couch that always creaks like crazy every time you start moving faster; he grabs your hips, pushing himself inside of you to the point of feeling like he’s about to pass out, and the couch is about to fall apart.

— phone sex, obviously; the best part of his day when you’re on tour. sometimes he’s so horny that your very voice is enough for him to cum in his pajama pants, but when you’re telling him that you think about him when you’re showering after a concert, or simply saying how much you miss him? yes, it indeed takes two to make him finish.

hehe thank you for reading! i got sick right before valentine’s day, so i spent the day bitchless in my bed preparing for the philosophy class, but i felt like dilf!art healed me 🐈

[yeosangmaybe]

Hiiiiii! Here’s the next one to my movie night with your bestie series. I hope you like. Follow and like for more!

Btw I’m open to requests! I’m thinking of doing some text message posts, too. Let me know what you think :P

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Genre: female reader x bestfriend!hongjoong, mutual pining,

Warnings: mention of food, roasting, hongjoong is allergic to reading the room, drama, kithing idk what else

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Part 1

The sun was just starting to set. Pink and yellow hues cascaded across the sky, gentle striations of white surround the descending sun. The air was oddly still for a February evening, like even the earth waited on bated breath for tonight’s events.

But even with the calming scenery, Y/N didn’t believe that walking helped rid her any of her nervous energy like she had intended.

Y/N’s heart was pounding as she made her way to the dorm, the weight of a pending confession pressing against her ribs. She had spent weeks, months really, battling with her feelings for her best friend, Hongjoong. At first, it was easy to ignore, to pretend the butterflies in her stomach were just remnants of excitement from their constant banter, to chalk up the warmth in her chest as simple fondness between friends. But now, it was unbearable. She wanted more. Needed more. And tonight, she was going to tell him despite the fear of rejection looming over her in the back of her mind.

Once Y/N arrived at the front door, she took a deep breath before knocking. There was hardly a need to wait before the door swung open to reveal her bestie.

All Hongjoong could think when he saw Y/N was she looked beautiful. Her hair was down and in its natural state. Her face was bare, only the slightest flush colored her cheeks due to the cool air. Her outfit was just a simple pair of black leggings and black university sweatshirt. She still managed to make his chest hurt with her natural beauty.

“There you are,” Hongjoong greeted her with a grin, stepping aside to let her in. “I was starting to think you’d ditched me for another movie buddy.”

Y/N scoffed, trying to push down the way her heart skipped at the sight of him. He looked cozy in sweats and a hoodie, his hair slightly tousled, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Please, no one’s got a better setup than you.”

And she wasn’t exaggerating. The room was dimly lit, a projector casting a soft glow against the wall opposite his bed. It displayed the paused opening scene of some romcom about best friends falling in love. The scent of something faintly woodsy from the candles he lit lingered in the air, and his nightstand was stocked with their usual snacks.

As if that wasn’t enough, Hongjoong reappeared from the kitchen with her favorite takeout, holding the bag up triumphantly.

Y/N let out a laugh, but it was shaky. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ridiculously thoughtful?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows before plopping onto the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Come on, let’s get this party started.”

She sat beside him, the confession burning on the tip of her tongue.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. “I have something to tell you…”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

The way he looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity, made her stop in her tracks. Was she really ready? Shit, I should’ve waited to say something.

Instead, she quickly hit play. “Um, nothing bad. You’ll see.”

He huffed but let it go, settling into the movie.

He may have seemed fine with waiting, but he wasn’t known for patience and the anticipation of what she’d say was slowly eating away at him. What could be so important that she’d bring it up now, just to make him wait longer? Nothing bad? That could mean anything. Did that barista who always flirted with her finally ask her out? Even worse, did she say yes?

I hope fucking not.

Y/N’s giggle brought him back to the moment, keeping his jealous spiral at bay. He’d just have to wait until after to find out. Which was fine. Totally fine.

As always, they made fun of the cheesy moments, throwing playful jabs at the predictability of the plot. But then, Hongjoong started going in on the female lead.

“Oh my god, again with the pining? Like, just tell him already,” he groaned, shaking his head.

“How is she so bad at flirting? So cringe.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“She’s trying,” she muttered, forcing a chuckle.

Hongjoong snorted. “Yeah, and failing. He hasn’t shown any interest in her at all. There’s no way this guy just wakes up one day and realizes he’s in love with her. It doesn’t work like that.”

Her laughter died in her throat.

Is that how he’d see me if I told him?

Her hands curled into fists under the blanket as he kept going, every word another knife to the gut.

Hongjoong didn’t know why the main character was the focus of his ire. Maybe he was bitter. Maybe the movie just rubbed in his face that Y/N wouldn’t possibly have feelings like that for him. Maybe he was pissed at the fact that he wouldn’t have a happy ending, too. Unfortunately, his jealousy made him blind to Y/N’s discomfort.

By the time the credits rolled, her mind was spiraling, her chest heavy with humiliation. She barely noticed that she hadn’t spoken in a while until Hongjoong nudged her.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

Y/N forced a nod, swallowing the lump in her throat. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when she already felt like a fool.

“I’m just… tired,” she lied, standing up.

Hongjoong frowned. “Already? It’s still early.”

She shrugged, grabbing her things. “I think I’m just feeling off. I should go.”

“I thought you were staying the night? I already bribed wooyoung to make your favorite breakfast in the morning.” He said with a pout.

Of course he did. Because he was so thoughtful and perfect, it’s practically torture.

“I’m sorry, Hongjoong,” she apologizes while making her way to the door.

“Wait,” He stood, blocking her path. “You said you had something to tell me, remember? What was it?”

Y/N hesitated, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

“It’s not important anymore,” she said, barely above a whisper, before slipping past him and out the door.

As she walked away, her chest ached with something worse than rejection.

And Hongjoong?

He stood frozen in the middle of his room, confusion twisting in his gut, a nagging feeling settling in his bones.

He had missed something. Something big.

Part 2

Hongjoong sat on the dorm’s couch, his leg bouncing anxiously as he scrolled through his messages with Y/N. The last real conversation they had was from two weeks ago. Every other attempt since had been met with dry, dismissive replies.

“Hey, wanna grab food?”

Busy.

“Wanna come over? We can play something.”

Not feeling it tonight.

He had even sent a dumb meme the other day, something he knew would’ve had her sending back a string of laughing emojis. Instead, all he got was:

lol

It was killing him.

They had never gone this long without hanging out, without even talking. Not having her around felt like he was missing a limb. His patience was thinner(if that was even possible), his energy was shot, and the other members of Ateez had definitely noticed.

That’s how he found himself being sat down for an intervention.

“Alright, spill,” Seonghwa said, arms crossed. “What did you do?”

Hongjoong scoffed. “What- why do you just assume I did something?”

Mingi raised an eyebrow. “Because Y/N hasn’t been around in 2 weeks, and you’ve been a pain in the ass ever since.”

Hongjoong groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I did. That’s the problem.”

“Go back,” Yunho prompted. “What happened the last time you two hung out?”

So he did. He told them everything, how he had set up the movie night, how Y/N seemed normal at first, how they laughed and made fun of the movie like usual. But then, when he started joking about the girl, Y/N had gone quiet. Then, by the end of the movie, she was gone.

As soon as he finished, the room was dead silent.

Then, Wooyoung snorted. “Wow. You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

San sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Dude… it’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” Hongjoong asked, exasperated.

Jongho looked at him like he was particularly slow. “She’s in love with you.”

Hongjoong’s brain short-circuited. “What?”

“You roasted that girl in the movie for pining after her best friend,” Yeosang pointed out. “If Y/N has feelings for you, how do you think that made her feel?”

It hit him all at once.

The way she had stiffened beside him. The way her laughter had died. How she left without telling him what she had planned to say.

The realization made his stomach drop.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, feeling sick. “I- I didn’t know.”

“That’s because you’re a dumbass,” Seonghwa huffed, then softened a little. “But you didn’t mean to hurt her. That’s why you need to fix it.”

Hongjoong swallowed, nodding. He wasn’t about to lose Y/N over his own obliviousness.

As he sat with the members, brainstorming ways to make it up to her, his phone buzzed.

His heart leapt when he saw her name, until he read the message.

Y/N: Hey, I’m sorry for being dry. You’re quite literally the most important person in my life and it’s not fair of me to leave you hanging like this. After our movie night, I came to realize some hard truths. And although it hurts so fucking much for me to do this, I have to. I can’t be friends with you anymore, Kim Hongjoong. I think it’s best we go our separate ways.

His hands tightened around the phone.

No.

No, no, no.

Not like this.

He shot up from the couch so fast it startled everyone.

“Where are you going?” Seonghwa asked.

“To fix this,” Hongjoong said, grabbing his keys.

He wasn’t going to let her go.

Not when hadn’t even got the chance to have her in the first place.

Part 3

Hongjoong’s heart was pounding, but his legs carried him forward before his mind could catch up. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was moving, desperate, fueled by sheer panic.

He couldn’t let Y/N slip away.

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he sped toward her apartment. The thought of losing her, of never seeing her smile at him the way she always did, of never hearing her laugh at his dumb jokes, was unbearable.

By the time he reached her building, he didn’t even bother parking properly. He jumped out of the car, his feet hitting the pavement hard as he sprinted to her door. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, but none of it mattered.

He pounded on the door.

“Y/N!” His voice was desperate.

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder this time. “Y/N, open the door. Please.”

Still nothing.

Fuck this.

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t. If she wouldn’t open the door, he’d stand here all night.

Just as he was about to knock again, the door cracked open.

Y/N stood there, her face unreadable, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying. The sight of her like this, hurt because of him, made something inside him break.

“Why are you here?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hongjoong stepped forward, the lump in his throat growing. “I can’t let you do this.”

She swallowed, gripping the edge of the door like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“I know,” he admitted, his voice raw. “But please, just let me say what I need to say. And if you still want me to go after that, I will.”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tightening around the door, but after a long pause, she stepped back, letting him in.

Hongjoong released a shaky breath as he walked inside, his mind racing to find the right words. He turned to face her, hands clenched at his sides.

“I was an idiot,” he started. “That night, I- I didn’t know. I didn’t realize what I was saying, what I was doing. And I hurt you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression unreadable. “You didn’t mean to.”

“But I still did,” he pressed. “And I hate myself for it.”

Silence stretched between them.

Hongjoong took a step closer. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t.”

Her breath hitched, and he could see the tears welling up in her eyes again. “Hongjoong…”

“I don’t just want to be your best friend,” he blurted out, his chest aching. “I don’t think I ever have. I was too scared to admit it, too blind to see what was right in front of me.”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak.

Hongjoong exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That night, when I was making fun of the movie? I think I was just bitter. Because I thought I’d never get to have something like that. I thought I’d never get to have you.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and his stomach twisted.

He took another step forward, his voice softer now. “But I do, don’t I?”

She bit her lip, her shoulders trembling. “You-“

“I love you,” he said, the words breaking free from his chest like they’d been waiting to escape for years.

A small sob left her lips.

“I love you, Y/N. And I am so, so sorry that it took me this long to realize it.” His voice wavered. “But if you still want me, if you can forgive me, I swear to you, I won’t waste another second.”

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath. And for a moment, Hongjoong thought this was it, that he had lost her.

But then, suddenly, she was in his arms.

Her fingers clutched at his hoodie as she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling against his.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, holding her tightly, as if she might disappear if he let go. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

She sniffled against him. “You are an idiot.”

A watery laugh left his lips. “I know.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes glassy but warm. “I love you, too. But you’re dumbass.”

Hongjoong let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

“So I’ve been told.” He said, thinking about the intervention earlier.

And then, before he could second-guess himself, he cupped her face and kissed her.

It was soft at first, hesitant, like he was afraid she might change her mind. But when she kissed him back, when her hands fisted in the fabric of his hoodie to pull him closer, Hongjoong knew, he wasn’t losing her.

He never would.

[10yearsofdnp]

January 30, 2015: Disney UK sends Phil (and Dan!) a beautiful Baymax birthday cake! 🤖🎂🤩

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike and Vanessa learn about FNAF sister location

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[wishchip106]

“i’m on a beach, In cuba, With you”

girl i’m gonna whack you over your freshly bald head with a lead pipe

if you compare the montage moira got when she got her memories back and the mini edit erik had of charles

TELL ME WHICH ONE IS MORE ROMANTIC (and tragic)

HOW BAD AT WRITING LOVE INTERESTS ARE THEY???

i wanna like moira i really do but throughout this movie she was like

“moira mactaggert, CIA 😏” AND SHE DID NOTHING BUT BE THE REASON THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS HAPPENING GOD

AT LEAST DO SOMETHING WOMAN

this movie turned me misogynistic 😧

in the final battle she doing nothing just sit and look pretty THE FUCK?

need a gay person to re-write this whole thing OR AT LEAST SOMEONE WHO CAN WRITE A GOOD STORY???

genuinely think erik forgot about magda and nina at one point in this movie

STILL NOT OVER HIS EX DAMN

he even married a woman who just looks like the female version of his ex

the women struggling in this movie damn

“don’t worry ladies, leave it to the big guys 😎”

you will drown tonight

atleast jean got to have her moment

ALSO SHE ALWAYS HAD THE PHEONIX POWER SHE DIDNT GET IT FROM SOME SPACE DUST DURING A MISSION

even tho technically it just space dust either way but still

probably gonna do this when i rewatch dp cause i’m doing an xmen movie marathon

you cant even tell thats oscar isaac damn

he diva-ed up his horsemen

psylocke slaying in that outfit tho damn

imagine if they gave erik his classic red and magenta outfit (undies and all)

anyway i’m running out of things to talk about now

cherik should’ve held hands and drove off into the sunset at the end of the movie

just let raven run the x men she was gonna do it anyway

[glauces-notebooks]

rewatching night at the museum for the first time in a while and wow. i missed this film.

[parawhore-mp3]

I'm planning on doing some Sky High text post memes around the perents' generation, and for that I have to fancast some of these people bc the movie never showed us their face.

Which has sent me on a spiral where I'm trying to prove to myself that Mark Ruffalo and Julianna Margulies are good fancasts for Warren's parents.

My arguments are:

Just look at em

And that Julianna played the mom to Steven Strait's character in the film City Island

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

If you have any other suggestions I'm curious to know what they are.

[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

Novecento, 1976, dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[jyedthrry6]

[halenhusky309]

Elita-1 in Transformers : One, well, you're just okay. You did your job and fulfilled your role in the movie. But other than that, I don't find you outstanding. You reminded me of black widow from MCU...

Somehow, Bumblebee, with his extremely talkative tendency, kinda charmed me a bit (just a bit) and made some sense because of his circumstances.

[guinevereslancelot]

starting to kind of date someone right before christmas is so stressful fr. do i get him a gift or what we've been on two dates but i'm seeing him tonight n it's christmas eve.....but what if he didn't get me anything then it will be weird.....

[wlwgang]

I actually don’t think I’m strong enough to make it through the rest of brokeback mountain this shit is devastating