#prettymuch drabble

[art-missy]

Hi sorry to disturb you but do you know this song

Well if you have do you think you can make a head Cannon of a reader female of course it's up to you who is also the queen of the nymphs or queen of the dragons it's up to you x male characters of vox machina I'm really am sorry if I disturb you or bother you about this it's up to you if you want to do this or not I'm not going to force you anyway so the head Cannon can be anything you wanted to be but to be honest I like this song because you know it's fun to groove out to and well it's actually pretty good song there are other good songs too but like you know any of the other vox machina characters will do as well I don't judge like the reader could be the queen of the nymphs and she doesn't mind any gender because you know nymphomaniac and nymphs don't really mind what gender they sleep with or any creature they sleep with anyway I'm Megan this too long I need hurry it up huh so it could also be about a head Cannon about the reader going through a pregnancy having an heir to the throne and whatnot you know you make your choice it's up to you I know this is a stupid idea if you want that is but for me I think it would be vax or Percy to be the ones who fathered the kids or maybe scanlon or maybe one of the other characters what do you think I hope I haven't bothered you or anything 😇😘 I love your writing you're an awesome writer

Hi Megan 👋 Thanks for the request (and the compliment (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ )

Even though this song is not my type of music, my brain accepted to be cooperative for once.

It ended up as a small drabble instead of a head canon, though...sorry.

"What if the baby has my father's face ?"

The look you threw at Vax'ildan was so jaded he felt his body wincing. His eyes felt on your heavy belly as you started massaging your temples.

"You know, I'm the pregnant one yet you are the most worried of us both," you said with an almost exhausted tone.

Vax'ildan's cheeks blushed slightly as he looks away. He was tensed. The more your pregnancy progressed, the more worried he was. You've noticed it all. His worries started when you both discovered that you were carrying his child, you heir. The heir of your prospering Realm. And it increased when your powers started to get out of your control because of your pregnancy, as if your baby wanted to pull pranks on their already stressing father.

"I'm not that tensed," Vax'ildan grumbled, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Darling, it's the fiftieth 'what if' you ask today," you sighed as you guided his hand on your round belly. "The baby is fine."

As if agreeing to your words, the baby kicked right where Vax'ildan hand was. The rogue chuckled softly, his hand roaming on your belly with ultimate softness.

"As fierce as you," he smiled.

"And probably as strong as you," you smiled back. "With these two qualities combined, our child will be a great ruler," you pressed a quick peck on his cheek and winked at him. "Let's just hope our little miracle won't inherit your anxiety."

Vax'ildan rolled his eyes at your words but the smile on his lips widened slightly before fading as an another thought crossed his mind. You sighed, mentally preparing for the fifty-first 'what if' of the day.

"What if the baby has my wings ?"

"Oh Vax—"

"My wings plus your powers," he went on with his anxiety. "How will our child grow ? What if—"

You suddenly pinched both of his cheeks in order to quiet him.

"If our child inherit your wings, then I know that you'll be there to teach them how to fly and to play in the air with them," you released his cheeks from your soft grip and soothed them with your thumbs. "If they inherit my powers, I'll be there to teach them how to control them. If our child inherit both your wings and my powers, then it won't change anything. Don't you agree ?"

You felt him relaxing as your words slowly sank in. He then nodded, his shoulders less tensed as he kneeled before you and pressed a long and gentle kiss on your belly.

"You're right, love," he murmured, his tone reverential. "You're absolutely right."

You nodded along his words and let out a sharp breath.

"Good," you said firmly, your hands clenching on his shoulders. "Because my water just broke."

[agentmarvel]

Lyric Prompts

I'm trying to get my brain back on my wips, so I decided to open up some drabbles. Feel free to send me a number and a character (currently writing for: Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, König, and Valeria), and I'll be working on whatever arrives over the next couple days🖤

"Spit in my face, my love, it won't faze me." (SPIT IN MY FACE! - ThxSoMuch)

"And I hate that I don't hate when you're around." (Lonely Bitch - Bea Miller)

"But ever since I met you, you could have my heart, and I would break it for you." (1121 - Halsey)

"Why don't you love me? Why don't you need me? Why don't you want me? How could you leave me?" (Ablaze - Siamese)

"You can be all I've got, what's the difference?" (bad decisions - Bad Omens)

"Don't wanna think about who you've been fucking now." (Crazy - TELLE)

"I bet he calls you 'baby', and I hate it." (Same Place - PRETTYMUCH)

"Who you looking pretty for if it ain't me?" (if it aint me - whatsaheart)

"Heaven knows I ain't getting over you." (Just Pretend - Bad Omens)

"The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly." (Hatef--ck - The Bravery)

"I'm a sick fuck 'cause I like when you ignore me." (Tattoos - Sizzy Rocket)

"Who loves you more than I, love?" (When You Can't Dream at Night - Dayshell)

"Kiss me like it's real. Kiss me like you know my middle name." (Middle Name - Thomston)

"Got a picture in your wallet, making me a habit." (Hypnotic - Zella Day)

"I'll be out in six months with his address and a shotgun." (The Greatest Story Ever Told - Ice Nine Kills

"I wish you were the one that got away." (The One That Got Away - the Civil Wars)

"I don't give a fuck about your friends; I'm right here." (Right Here - Chase Atlantic)

"I've been left no choice. Don't you see that?" (Descending - Sleep Token)

"I'm holding on to this regret." (Regret - Fearless Vampire Killers)

"I wasn't lying when I said you were a part of me! All I wanted was a chance to change your mind." (Where Did I Go Wrong? - Heartist)

[ashxxgyu]

Link to lyrics <3

This song came on this morning and it gave me an idea. I’d like to know this for a potential little drabble series, so if you could please vote, thank you <3

[kasdan]

i am doing song fic requests! give me a character and a song you would like for the fic and i will write a small drabble (maybe more) on the character and song. characters that i write for are found on my fandoms page, i will write for more characters in the fandoms listed if i feel up for it so don’t feel discouraged to request a different character ♡

i put some songs that i think i would be able to write easily about under the cut and put the genre i think would fit it the most, but they could fit into basically any genre you want. you also don’t have to pick one of the songs they’re just there as a kind of template<3

angst:

i’m not the only one - sam smith

habits (stay high) - tove lo

scared to be lonely - martin garrix & dua lipa

numb - carlie hanson

newbury park - lexi jayde

heather - conan gray

505 - arctic monkeys

love the way you lie - eminem & rihanna

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

fluff:

you could start a cult - niall horan

phases - prettymuch

still into you - paramore

dusk till dawn - zayn

smut:

wrong - max

swim - chase atlantic

tio - zayn

not categorized:

she knows it - maggie lindemann

break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored - ariana grande

more than a friend - girli

two nights - javailin

vicious - tate mcrae

[sadgurllayha]

Quarantine Routine- Brandon.A

A/N- ok so it’s been forever since I’ve written but I’m ready to start again, and these is for @babievelez​, who asked for a fluffy Brandon quarantine Drabble! I’m super excited and sorry it’s not long but hope you enjoy

Word Count- 2K

Song Rec- 

Lately there’s been no alarms, no dreary eyes, no scrambled mind trying to see as the light blinds you, there’s only been... peace. It’s been about 6 months since this whole Mrs.Rona pandemic, made everyone have to hunker down at-home. You giggle sleepy to yourself as you roll over and meet Brandons matted curls. Since your really not allowed to go anywhere, you’ve been blessed to wake up to this gorgeous man everyday.

To keep things... como se diece... spicy, you guys switch in-between your apartment and the PM house. For the past week, you’ve been sleeping at yours, opting for a little more privacy. Glancing at your phone you notice that if you get up now you’ll have time to make breakfast, no it’s 10 so brunch! Rolling over, you quietly slip on some socks to create a barrier between your warm piggies, and the harsh wood. 

Shuffling over to the bathroom you grimace at the even harsher lights. Dying to see, you wash up and pop in your contacts. Normally you and B do skincare together but you don’t have the time to wait for him. Walking out the bathroom with more pep in your step than before, you freeze as you see the grown man size divot in your bed is empty.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen you turn the corner and smile brightly seeing that you two had the same idea. Every morning you liked to open up the windows to let the breeze and warm air flow through, it always made everyday things see seem so much more... scenic. And this is a moment where you thank god, that your two paths crossed and you could have this man in  your life. Sneaking up behind him, you could hear him softly humming the lyrics

Ohhhhhh who could’ve thought I’d get youuuuuu ouuuu

who yeah, who yeah babe,

And I’ll take some time, just to be thankful

That I’ve had days full of you, you

And when it whines down in to , the memories

It’s all just memories ahhhhhhh

Pushing your front into his back you softly swayed and harmonized

Don’t you love when I come around, 

Build you up then I’ll take u downnnn, 

Spinning himself around, Brandon gently cradles your face and breathlessly kisses you, 

Mornin’ Love...

[austinp0rt3r]

Haircut • Austin Porter (Drabble)

PLOT: Austin decides to cut his hair on his own. Y/N knew it was a bad idea.

Warnings: cussing ? once ?

One more strand and I'm done.

No matter how many times Austin repeated that to himself, he never felt as if his hair was short enough. His fingers were already getting tired of holding the scissors up and his arm couldn't hold itself up anymore. He still had to cut half of it.

The idea of cutting his hair had been running around his mind for a while now, but he never got himself to do it. Today was the day, and it would have been fine if he had just gone to a barber's shop as everyone does, or at least had called a friend to do it. But no, Austin thought he was capable of "using scissors on himself" (he totally was not, by the way.), and now he was regretting his stupid choice of doing it alone.

He was listening to one of his songs, Teacher, while he tried to fix what he had done. And when the "I can make you feel like Tinashe" part came on, he snarkly said that he did not feel like Tinashe at all. Which was a hundred percent understandable.

Once he realised he wouldn't be able to finish cutting his hair on his own, he decided to call his girlfriend for help.

Around twenty minutes later, Y/N arrived to his house with two hamburguers and a smile on her face, which immediately faded when she saw her boyfriend.

"What the fuck happened to you?" She asked with a disgusted expression on her face.

Austin felt really bad when he saw how she looked at him, so he looked down to the floor. As soon as Y/N realised that the boy was about to cry, she quickly got a hold of the instruments she needed to fix that boy's hair, and got to work.

When she was done, she handed over a mirror to Austin and waited for a reaction. He timidly raised the plastic thing and grinned after he saw his reflection. His hair was normal-looking and he couldn't be more thankful.

"I don't know what I'd do without you" Austin commented while kissing Y/N.

"You'd probably have no hair."

"Oh, shut up!"

[imaginesbygrace]

21. “Stop looking at me like that...” Zion Kuwonu

Requested

Masterlist

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“Stop it,” Zion finally broke the silence. 

“What?” 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you hate me,” he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“Zion,” you sighed. “I don’t-” 

“Nah, it’s cool, I get it,” he sniffed quietly in a poor attempt to hide the fact that he was ready to cry. “I’m leaving you, again, and we never see each other and-” 

“Shut up,” you cut him off. “You think I hate you? Zion, you’re doing what you love every single night, and it makes me so happy to see you on stage. Am I upset? A little, but only because I’m going to miss the hell out of you. But Zion, I could never hate you, it would hurt too much.” 

“Mamas,” he started but stopped at a loss for words. 

“I don’t hate you,” you turn to look at the road ahead. “I just know how much I’m going to miss you.” 

Zion doesn’t know what to say, so he grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. Minutes later, he quietly mumbles, “I love you.” 

A soft smile comes onto your face, “I love you too.”

[prettymuchwhipped]

eyelashes - z.k

Pairing: PRETTYMUCH; Zion x Reader

Prompt: you’re playing video games with him & something goes wrong

Warning(s): none :)

Request: mE,,, I really wanted to read smth like this but couldn’t find it so I wrote it!

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 You’d been sitting playing video games with zion for the past three hours, and both of you were having so much fun, none of the other boys wanted to disturb you.

 “Hey! Watch that left side!” Zion said, and his eyes darted towards his phone that was sitting on the floor in front of you. In that split second, the oponent had taken a shot, and his character slummped to the ground, yours still moving.

 “NO!” He shouted and threw the controller on the ground while you laughed loudly and continued playing for a few more minutes.

Zion sat and watched the way you concentrated on the mission assigned in the game, and smiled until he reached over, and pressed a few buttons, sabotaging you. You stood up in disbelief and turned to him.

 “I was almost done!” You paused and frowned, “I was so close, I was about to finish!”

 “Babe, don’t you know you can’t finish without me?” He said, the suggestive tone in his voice causing a blush to creep onto your face. You sighed and rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand and felt a sharp jab in your eye.

 “Ow!” You yelped and Zion’s gaze snapped towards your face, covered by your hands. She smiles and rolls his eyes, thinking you were trying to make him pity you.

 “Babe? Stop playing, you won’t make me feel bad if you pretend to be hurt.” He said and reached for his phone, flipping it and checking his Instagram.

 “No- Z- my eye, there’s something in my eye- please-” You stuttered and he finally stood, taking your hand away from your face gently, and you flinched away, the particle in your eye only digging in further.

 “Oh motherf-” you began and he cleared his throat, Edwin and Nick having appeared at the door with worried looks on their faces.

 “She okay?” Edwin’s voice came closer, and out of your other eye you could see his furrowed brows.

 “She says there’s something in her eye, but she won’t open it so I can see what it is!” Zion said, looking towards you on the last few words. You shrugged and winced again, moving your hand in a circular motion to try and move the whatever-it-was from your eye.

 “It just jabbed me when i was rubbing my eyes, I didn’t ask for this, yet what do I get from my own body… I bet it’s an eyelash, honestly.” You said with a sigh and Zion scratched the back of his head.

 “If it’s just an eyelash then you’re probably fine, it’ll come out soon ma,” Nick said from the doorframe and walked away only to be replaced by Austin who had been in the kitchen.

 “All good?” He said and poked his head into the room.

 “Yeah, good” You said, and he nodded heading out as well.

 “Hey, Ed, could you please go get some water and bring it to the bathroom? And as for you-” You look up at Z “-help me get to the bathroom, my depth perception is off.”

Edwin nods and heads towards the kitchen while Zion stifles a laugh and holds a hand on your waist and the other on your wrist as he guides you to the closest bathroom. You walk in and immediately bang your hand on the counter, letting out a string of curse words to which Edwin replies from the hallway,

 “HEY! Watch your mouth!” Before appearing in the door frame with a frown. You roll the eye that was open and he laughs, setting down the water. You move the hand covering your eye, and it comes away wet.

 “I must’ve been tearing up…” You mumble and Zion catches your chin in his hand, pulling your face to turn towards his before getting closer.

 “I don’t see-... Oh damn!” He exclaims and frowns before moving in closer.

 “Ma, either you’ve got some thick eyelashes or you’ve got a couple in there…” He says and you groan, taking the cup of water and leaning over the sink. You pour a bit over your eye and massage it but nothing happens and Zion reaches over, taking the cup.

 “Let me-move.” He says, and you point your face to the side as he pours a bit of water, and you again massage your eye, and suddenly your vision clears.

 “Yes!” You say and look down at your fingers where three eyelashes lay in a wet mess. You look back at zion and reach up, kissing him softly on the cheek.

 “Thanks Z,” you say and he smiles.

 “What would I have done if you hadn’t been able to look at me anymore?” He joked and you smacked him on the shoulder.

 “Oh shut up.”

[itsamejin]

my first and last (but also the ones in between) || Part 1 || NCT Angst/Fluff

Genre: Angst, glimpses of fluff

Warnings: Mentions of divorce, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Pairings: Winwin x Reader, Taeyong x Reader, Yuta x Reader, Jaehyun x Reader, Doyoung x Reader

Summary: After watching her parent's relationship fall apart, Y/N starts to see love in a different, more negative light. She reminisces through the ones that got away, and the one she asked to stay.

A/N: I got inspired by PRETTYMUCH's new song, Phases. I wanted to a show a realistic side to relationships. That some end horribly and others like they never even happened. The Y/N in this story is a bit of a mess, but I promise she'll find her way. This will be a six to seven part series. I hope you enjoy.

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Part One

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Y/N was not a stranger to heartbreak, whether she was the cause or receiver. No one was shocked to see another guy in her arms only just a few days after her last breakup. Y/N wasn't a player, but more of a free soul with commitment issues. In fact, she's only probably ever felt real love with five men in her life. And sometimes she wonders if only one of them was real.

Her first ever boyfriend was Dong Sicheng, one of her two childhood best friends. He's a person Y/N still holds dear. Jinhee, Y/N, and Sicheng were an unseperable trio since their elementary school days. Even as university students, the three found ways to remain connected at all times.

Sicheng and Y/N's relationship was that of a high school puppy-love. It was back when they didn't know any better and her life was much simpler. The two started dating naturally. Walking home from school started several inches apart and in their junior year of high school, with held hands and soft smiles.

There were days when they sat lazily in Y/N's cozy living room, combing through each other's hair and sharing chaste kisses. Their love felt too good to be true and in some ways, it must have been. Late night study sessions would end up being Netflix sleepovers, curling up to each other on a dingy sofa. Their love was so soft, so pure.

Throughout their budding relationship, her parents' own had dwindled. Y/N remembered having to excuse herself from late night calls because she'd hear screaming downstairs. Or canceling dates when her parents needed her in court for the divorce settlement. Maybe that was when Y/N started losing hope in her own relationship. Every time she kissed Sicheng or even touched him, a pang of guilt would hit her heart. The thought of losing him ate her up inside. Sicheng was one of the only people she knew would stay with her until the very end. He was her ride or die. With those destructive thoughts in her mind, the insecurities piled on top of each other.

What if they turned out just like her parents? Would they end up stumbling through a rocky marriage and end up hating each other?

Sicheng's eyes always look at her in adoration, as if she was the only existing being in the universe. One day, those eyes will be tired. Tired of seeing her face and who he'd been stuck with.

It would be naive of her to think they'd last. Two highschool students believing that their love was real and true. It was stupid of her to even consider it.

"You know, my parents were like best friends back in the day," she said, her head laid on his lap. They were at his house, not necessarily doing anything important. It was better than being in hers, anyways. Packing boxes everywhere and the tense atmosphere of having two middle aged ex-lovers pretend to be civilized. It was far too much for her to be a part of it.

Sicheng was smoothing out her hair with his fingers, entwining one of his hands with her own. She felt at peace with him.

"So they're kind of like us," he chuckled. She shook her head on his lap.

"That isn't really a good thing is it?" Y/N said, clearly dejected.

"What do you mean?" he shifted, loosening his hand's grip on hers. Sicheng knew what she meant. He just wanted her to elaborate.

Y/N sighed and got up, her back turned to him. They sat next to each other on the coach, but she felt so out of reach.

"I don't want us to turn out like them," she whispered, not sure if to herself or to him.

"We don't have to. We aren't them, Y/N. I would never hurt you," he said. Sicheng delicately snaked his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

Y/N's dad cheated on her mother. It wasn't a surprise, but she still scrunched her nose at the sight of him. He was a businessman, always gone on trips that seemed to take forever. And her mom was a naive woman that let him continue in his adultery. She had never felt so much disappointment in her life when her father was the one to ask for the divorce, despite her mother being the one that hurt the most. It was unfair. Love was unfair.

"Well, what if I'm the one that hurts you?" she asked, genuinely seeking for a response, but too afraid to look him in the eye.

"That's not going to happen. I know you," he muttered into her neck. He loved her so much and Y/N never felt so suffocated by a blissful feeling. What had she done to deserve him?

"Sicheng, listen," she said, shifting her body to finally face him. "We can't predict the future, but there's one thing I know. I really don't want to lose you."

"I don't either," he said, rubbing her arm slowly. She seemed riled up and he wanted to calm her down. Sicheng hated it when she was angry.

"That's why I think we should break up," she stumbled. Her voice had cracked and the tears welled up, but Y/N managed to hold her ground.

"Sicheng, my parents were so close before they got into a stupid relationship. It was only until they built these unrealistic expectations that they broke apart. I can't guarantee that what happened with them won't happen to us," she said. Y/N was looking for a reaction, but her vision was blinded by her own tears.

Sicheng shook his head, biting his lip out of frustration. She was making this decision all by herself. But then again, who was he to reject her worries? He understood where Y/N was coming from, even if he didn't necessarily agree with her.

"If we love each other, shouldn't that be enough?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"We can't be naive when it comes to this Sicheng. If we break up later in life, I promise it would hurt much more than it does now. I've seen it happen to so many people. We're not gonna be a fucking exception."

Her words broke both of their hearts and Y/N would be lying if she said she didn't regret it, but what she was saying seemed true. Her love for him transcended passed romance. She couldn't bear lose him because of it.

"So you just want to be friends?" he tried saying without gritting his teeth.

Sicheng was confused at how the conversation turned so sour, but he knew the fragile state of mind she was in. He wanted to wait for her. He genuinely did. After all, he's loved her for too long to let her go that easily.

"I know it's selfish, but I'm broken Sicheng. I don't know if you deserve someone like that," she sobbed. Her head resting on his chest, staining his pink windbreaker.

"Hey, don't say that. I'm still going to be here for you. I'm not going anywhere and neither is Jinhee. If you want to break up, then that's fine. It's your decision, alright? I'll be okay with anything you want," he reassured.

Deep down, she wanted him to hold onto her. To tell her she was being ridiculous and overdramatic. Instead, Y/N chose to believe in the lie that he'd be just fine.

Sicheng would grow accustomed to consoling every heartbreak she'd go through after their own had tragically ended. He'd let himself be the receiver of late night drunk calls where she'd rant about her newest boyfriend. To him, it wasn't fair seeing her smile with other guys and being hurt by them at the same. To let them have the love he once had.

Sometimes Sicheng wondered if he'd ever experience love again. If he'd ever experience love with her again. Or if he's always going to be stuck as just the first love and forever best friend.

Sicheng came to same conclusion as Y/N- that love was, indeed, unfair.

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs [masterlist] | myg

title ; neon signs [ drabble series ]  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)

tags ; college!au, fluff, idiots to lovers, they’re both kinda shy and also stupid dense and therefore terribly cute, both of them know the other is the university’s campus crush but neither of them know they themselves are campus crushes, best friend!namjoon, yoongi’s best friend!hoseok, namjoon and hoseok are the most patient and exasperated besties in the world

tracklist ; happening again - katherine li, something - gnash, first love - exo, dimple - bts, healthy - prettymuch

notes ; 

um so i absolutely had an angstier fic planned for yoongi but then i thought of this and well. i couldn’t resist 

this will probably be another drabble series where i release it out of order but the masterlist will be in order :) i don’t have a schedule planned but i hope y’all enjoy !! 

blog tag ; series: nsyg

freshman year

↠ it’s a small world after all  alternatively, the first time you and yoongi meet 

↠ we are not cut out for this  alternatively, the origins of campus crush 

↠ you do this for fun?  alternatively, yoongi catches feelings (real)

↠ hoodie to marriage to children pipeline  alternatively, namjoon gets sick of lending you his sweaters

↠ interlude: do you know something?  alternatively, namjoon and hoseok try to pry a (not-so) secret out of each other 

↠ nice gloves  alternatively, yoongi decides winter isn’t that bad 

↠ just a really nice friend  alternatively, namjoon knows you better than you know yourself 

↠ jealousy is a disease  alternatively, yoongi meets seokjin 

↠ let’s talk about it  alternatively, yoongi considers sending hoseok to an early grave 

sophomore year

↠ not this again  alternatively, you definitely still have a crush on min yoongi 

↠ interlude: welcome to the family alternatively, hoseok adopts taehyung

↠ absolutely, without a doubt, no -- coming soon! alternatively, yoongi turns someone down in front of you

↠ i thought you were telling taehyung -- coming soon! alternatively, namjoon and hoseok forgot to tell taehyung The Plan 

↠ who do you think you’ve been fooling? -- coming soon! alternatively, you’re beyond the point of denying your feelings 

↠ those are called dates  alternatively, you and yoongi have weekly dates (fake) 

↠ troy bolton has nothing on yoongi  alternatively, yoongi tries to impress you (and succeeds)

↠ whenever you need me  alternatively, you have a bad day 

↠ coming soon!

junior year

↠ halloweentown is a top tier movie -- coming soon! alternatively, hoseok is not allowed to plan halloween anymore 

↠ chocolates are not a friend gift -- coming soon! 

↠ almost -- coming soon! alternatively, that one time yoongi almost kisses you 

↠ coming soon!

senior year 

↠ coming soon!

[plshugmeiluvu]

Will write/Won't write

Fandoms/Characters I will write for:

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared(Yes I use the fanon names for the characters it's just easier)

╰▹ Red Guy

╰▹ Yellow Guy

╰▹ Duck

╰▹ The Sketchbook/Paige

╰▹ The Clock/Tony

╰▹ Shringnold

╰▹ The Computer/Collin

╰▹ Warren the Eagle

╰▹ Electracey

Other characters to be added as I get a better idea of their personalities ^^

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Things I will write:

╰▹ Headcanons

╰▹ Short Fics/Drabbles

╰▹ Matchups

╰▹ Fluff

╰▹ Angst

╰▹ Hurt/Comfort

╰▹ Polyamory

╰▹ Romantic

╰▹ Platonic

╰▹ Familial

╰▹ Prettymuch anything requested that isn't on the won't write list

Things I won't write:

╰▹ NSFW

╰▹ Anything nasty/proshippy

╰▹ Yandere/Abusive

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[sadgurllayha]

Stuck With Me- Edwin. H

A/N: First off I want to apologize to @ssaro​ because she requested this like 4 MONTHS AGO AND IM SO SORY I JUST SUGDISDHJO! But yeahh I’m back now so i thought I’d put this out to get my juices flowing again. It’s not that great but i tried! Hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1.8K

Song Rec:(Ok so I used the song Stuck with You by Timeflies in the fic but I also thought of the one Ari’s one soo it doesn't matter which one you listen to.)

You and Edwin are a mess. Now that mostly worked out in your favor, but this was not one of those times. Currently, you where stuck in the bathroom, arms covered in baby blue hair dye. Ok, so basically you split dyed your hair and half is blue. So Edwin, being Edwin, just HAD to twin with you. Except your in a pandemic. And last time you both checked going to the hairdresser was not an essential. Therefore you, being the amazing girlfriend that you are, told him you would try. Keyword, TRY! 

“Baby” Edwin giggles out, “just, just put it down” he tumbles out amongst the sound of his laughter. 

“No I can do it! The bottle..” looking down you took a moment to look at the scene in front of you.

“Open up the shades, sun is on the way Come over here and lay, what are you afraid of?”

The sun was streaming in through the bathroom window and it cast a soft, heavenly glow across Edwin’s face. His lip’s where plump and luscious, and red stain spreading across them from biting back laughter. His smile was the most breathtaking thing that you had seen. Pulling you closer he nuzzled his head into your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Expressions on your face easily explain You're worried about the fame, I won't let it change us”

From the start of your relationship it’s always been like this. You both are so comfortable and raw, there’s no need to hide anything.  Pulling his head from underneath your jaw, you study him again. 

“What is it love?” edwin slurred the day finally catching up with him. 

“Nothing, I just want this forever.. I feel at peace with you and with myself, I don’t want this to ever end..”

Finally standing up, he backs you to the bathroom sink and cages you in. Leaning down, he places a heavy kiss and pulls you in. Slowly parting with deep sighs you rest your foreheads together....

'Cause baby, you are stuck You are stuck with me.....

[angelshimaa-archive]

i have a whole reijirou drabble in my mind bc of this song

[imaginesbygrace]

41. “Take it off.” Brandon Arreaga

Requested by @caswinchester2000

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“Take it off,” Brandon stood his ground. He towered over you, glaring hard. 

“No,” you stood your ground, sizing him up. 

“Y/N, I’m not joking, you can’t wear that.” 

“I–” you paused for effect, “–Can’t?” 

He sighed, catching his mistake, “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Y/N, you’re wearing Why Don’t We merch,” he huffed. 

“I like Why Don’t We!” 

“They’re our rival band!” 

“Rival band? This isn’t high school football!” 

“Y/N-” 

“I’m not taking it off.”

“Not even if-” 

“No.” 

“But-” 

“Brandon, if you want me to take it off so badly, why don’t you make me?” 

He sat back, dumbfounded, “Huh?” 

“Make. Me.” 

Brandon’s face grew hard and he stalked over to you, “No problem.” 

[prettymuchwhipped]

never again - n.m.

Just a little thing I wanted to write!!

Pairing: Nick Mara x reader 

Prompt: Y/n had been suffering from nightmares after breaking up w/ Nick, and goes back to him for comfort

Warning(s): none really? :)

Request: I actually wrote this for one of my friends who doesn’t use tumblr but here we are

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 It’d been about three weeks since she’d spoken with Nick and he wasn’t having it anymore. Something had gone wrong, and he didn’t know where, all he knew was now she was gone and he was sleeping alone, yet again. His mind raced with thoughts of her as he laid in bed, wondering what it was he said or did that pushed her away so far; One memory of that night vividly came up, and he turned on his side, trying to let the sweetness of sleep lull him away from reality of his empty bed.

 She laid in bed, eyes red and puffy from crying, and hugged her knees to her chest, trying to stop the tears. She’d had another nightmare and now it was becoming too much to bear on her own. She tried to compose herself, doing the breathing exercises her and Nick had practiced so often, but nothing seemed to work.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand with a shaking hand, and silently thanked herself for not blocking Nick’s number. She found his name in her contacts and pressed the call button, hoping he would answer, although deep down she knew he would. He answered on the third ring, and his voice sounded sleepy as he said hello.

  “Nick…” she said, another silent cry leaving her throat, “Nick please…” She tired to say, and could just imagine the way his eyes grew wide and how he sat up in his bed, frowning and waiting for her to continue. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath trying to steady her emotions for a few seconds so she could speak. His eyes started watering, he could hear her ragged breaths and he couldn’t be there to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay.

   “Nick, tell me everything is going to be okay…” She whispered, and he sighed quietly, holding his phone tightly.

   “Y/n-” He said, and she started to talk again.

   “No, let me finish, please” She said softly and took a deep breath, “Tell me everything will be okay between us, because I keep having these nightmares where you’re gone forever and I don’t want that. I know we argue and fight but I… I love you.”

 He couldn’t even say anything, all he could do was sit in silence in his dark room, one hand over his mouth and a worried yet surprised expression creasing his brows.

   “Say something…” she mumbled, and he cleared his throat.

  “I’m coming over.” He said simply, and she let out the breath she was holding, breaking out into a teary-eyed smile. He set his phone down on the bed, and changed into some sweatpants, and grabbed his car keys, heading out. A few seconds later he jogged back inside into get his phone.

   “I’ll stay on with you, okay?” He said, and she quietly said a thanks.

 About a few minutes later, she heard a knock at her front door, and she ambled over to her front door, opening it slowly and peeking out, coming face to face with Nick, who hung up and she threw the door open. He walked in and wrapped his arms around her, and she hugged him back, letting out a single sob, and breathing in the smell of his sweatshirt. It seemed to calm her down, and he walked into her apartment, with her still around him, and closed the door.

  “I’m here, Y/n, it’s okay, I promise you I won’t leave, okay?” He whispered and kissed the top of her head, and in that moment she felt like it had always been like this and the past three weeks hadn’t ever existed. When the reality of the situation hit her, she pulled away quickly, and frowned.

  “Oh my gosh- oh Nick, I’m sorry! We aren’t together anymore and you don’t have this responsibility to come and comfort me anymore, and your new girlfriend probably hates me now, and-” She rambled, and Nick stepped closer, cutting her off by kissing her softly, and she responded by practically melting into his arms.

  “There will never be anyone else, I’m always here for you, even if I have to wait a thousand years for you to come back to me.” He said, and hugged her tightly once again, her, hoping he would really never let go.

  “Thank you...” she said, muffled by his chest, and he whispered softly, 

  “Never again...”

[babybirdgyeom]

bambam: “what do you think?”

pairing: bambam & reader

prompts: “i’ll wait through your phases.” & “i have loved you since we were 18.” & “it’s time for you to ask me out.”

genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

word count: 2.5k

summary: bambam and you were friends. at least that’s what you thought until one lonely night on top of a rooftop. 

note: this is a requested drabble i wrote for my follower special (find it here). also, highly inspired by prettymuch’s “phases”.

The city looked beautiful, the light rain didn’t disturb you at all, if anything it made your little hometown look even more beautiful. The view from the rooftop of the parking garage next to your house always was one of your favorite things about this town ─ your mother was always insisting you spent to much time up here but it holds so many magical memories, nothing could calm you down like the familiar comfort of looking at the skyline from here.

Basically, to say it in the easiest way possible, you had a bad day. One of many, but today it hit differently. A part of you was mad at yourself for thinking that he was actually serious about the two of you when there were so many red flags. You weren’t even sure if you liked him but now that he ditched you loneliness was once again your best friend. The other part of you, the one that was more dominant, made you feel sorry for yourself.

God, why was it so hard to find a decent guy in your town? All the good guys were either in a relationship, not interested or too close to you to risk ruining your friendship with them.

So, there you were, lovesick over some fool that certainly was not good enough for you, sad music on full volume in your ears, feeling empty all alone on the top of your city. This sure would be a good scene for a dramatic teenage movie. 

You were a bit startled when you suddenly realized a tall figure beside you, disturbing you while you were drowning yourself in self-pity, until you saw who it was ─ Of course, he’d find you. After all, Bambam always came to your rescue.

“So, it’s over I assume?”, your friend asked you, sitting down right beside you. He handed you a hot pack so you wouldn’t freeze, knowing exactly you forgot yours. It was almost scary how good he knew you by now.

Nodding, you took out your headphones, “Big surprise, right?”

His legs were dangling off the high building, they were so much longer than yours, it was ridiculous. You looked at him and he gave you a small but reassuring smile.

“Why didn’t you call me?”, he asked you, sounding a bit disappointed.

“I knew you’d find me.”, you joked but you couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice.

“You didn’t hide very well.”, he chuckled, scooting a bit closer to you to hug you, “You shouldn’t be sad about him, he smelled bad anyways.”

It was very rare to see Bambam like this ─ sincere, serious, maybe even a bit worried about you. Mostly he was the complete opposite ─ loud, active, a pain in the ass, but at least a lovely one.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed, “I’m not even sad. I’m just lonely.”

Shaking his head, he sighed, “That’s what you get from involving yourself with guys like them. I told you before.”

You knew he didn’t mean it in a mean way and you also knew he was right about it but you weren’t in the mood to listen to these kind of lectures right now. There were only few things you hated more than Bambam’s lectures, the worst part about them was that he was always in the right. 

Bambam surely belonged to the type of guys who were too close to you to be something more. Still, it sadly was more complicated than that. The two of you met at a party several years ago and that day, things were more than friendly.

You still remember how attracted you were to those long legs and to his fashion choices, his plump lips and, probably most of all, his personality. He was, and still is, the funniest and most carefree person you have ever met and you couldn’t help but be unbelievable attracted to him. And luckily, he seemed to feel the same way.

Even though it feels like a lifetime ago, you still remember that evening exactly. You never could forget how his lips felt on yours, how smoothly his hands wandered all over your body, how good his body felt on yours. His jokes made you laugh, his flirting made you feel almost flustered and his hands made you feel craving more. Back then, he seemed like the perfect future boyfriend for you.

But after that night, the two of you somehow ended up as friends. He insisted that both of you were way too young and wild to be in a serious relationship and you had too much potential to fuck up an amazing possible friendship for a messy love story. 

That’s how you two became friends and you knew he was right about what he said back then ─ without him as your friend you probably would feel beyond lost. But sometimes, for a second only you couldn’t help but wonder how things would’ve gone if you didn’t decide to be friends instead of lovers. 

“Thanks, I know I have terrible taste in men.”, you scoffed, giving him an annoyed glance, “No need to remind me.”

“You do.”, he said, almost cold and you wondered what was going on. Something was definitely bothering him but you knew he hated to talk about his feelings.

“Okay, dude.”, you said, repositioning yourself to be able to look at him without hurting your neck, “What the hell is going on with you?”

He knitted his eyebrows together, looking at you in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Did you only come here to tell me how bad I am at dating?”, you asked a bit sharp, not being in the mood to be judged by your best friend.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a long sigh, “Yes, of course. I just came to make you feel more terribly, sounds just like me, right?”

While you usually thought he was beyond funny when he was being sarcastic, this time he had a way too serious undertone to it. It was unlike him to come at you, especially when you were down so you a weird feeling came creeping up in your stomach, not sure if it was anger or sorrow. 

Not wanting to fight, you pressed your lips together into a thin line, “Look, Bambam. Let’s not do this tonight. I’ll go home, okay? Thank you for looking out for me.”

Just as you were trying to get up, he snapped at you, making you freeze immediately. 

“Just stop running away from your problems for once.”, he said, raising his voice but instantly regretting it ─ you could see the regret in his eyes and you weren’t mad at him, you were just wondering what made him so mad. After all, even Bambam was allowed to have his bad days, you just wished he’d talk to you. 

For a second there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, no one knowing how to handle this rather unusual situation. You don’t remember him ever raising your voice at you before and it seriously made you feel terrible.

“I’m sorry.”, he broke the silence first, his voice now quiet and soft again, “Seriously, I shouldn’t have shouted.”

Nodding, you felt your tense body relaxing a bit again, sitting back down, “Why do you think I’m running away from my problems?”

Shrugging, his eyes were glued to the skyline of the city, “I just got frustrated, I didn’t mean that. I promise.”

Now you were the confused one. He still didn’t seem normal again, so you decided to find the roots of his problem, “What are you frustrated about? If you don’t want to listen to my constant complaining anymore I’ll stop, seriously. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

For a second he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, “You could complain all day and I’d still love to listen to every word. I’ve just been thinking lately and I let it out on you, that wasn’t fair.”

“Bambam, please, don’t make me beg you to tell me what is going on.”, you said, your shoulder brushing his, “What have you been thinking about?”

“It’s stupid.”, he said but also knew that he had to tell you because you wouldn’t let it go until he talked to you, “Somehow, I can’t stop thinking about the day we met lately. I try to push these thoughts away, but they keep on coming back.”

He looked so discouraged, it almost broke your heart. If there was one thing your heart couldn’t take it was seeing him sad or hopeless, especially not if you were the reason for it. It was terrible to see him so frustrated.

“I think about it too every now and then, what’s so bad about it?”, you ask him, trying to encourage him. Of course, you thought about it too, there was nothing bad about it, “It happened before we became friends and honestly, it was a fun night, it’s only normal to think about it.”

“No, I don’t think you understand.”, he said, once again not daring to look at you, “I know you’re not mine of course, but it feels like even though you’re not, I’m still yours.”

His words felt like a dagger right in your heart, not knowing how to respond, not even sure what exactly he was trying to say, it sounded like he tried to confess to you but considerating your relationship to each other you highly doubt it, there was no way Bambam caught feelings for you, not the guy who decided to become your friend instead of your lover many years ago.

“Bam.”, you said softly, daring to take his hand to make him feel calmer, “You have to be a bit more precise in order for me to understand.”

Finally, he looked at you, his expression seemed desperate and you truly have never seen him like this. In front of you wasn’t your funny and supportive best friend, no, in front of you was a handsome but very hurting man.

His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, then to your hands.

“I never minded you trying to find yourself, dating shitty men, comforting you when someone hurt you, you know? I always thought that I’ll wait through your phases. But I don’t want you to watch getting hurt anymore.”, he said, taking a small break from his speech before scoffing, “God, some alcohol or a cigarette to calm down would truly be appreciated right now.”

You chuckled at his comment, after all, he was still the same guy even when he was pouring his heart out. Still a little bit confused you dared to be a bit blunt, “You’re saying that you like me?”

“Yup.”, he said with a little scoff, shrugging but still not letting go of your hand, “Actually, I love you. I have loved you since we were 18.”

You felt a little butterfly in your stomach, followed by another one and yet another one until your whole stomach was feeling tingly. While this was very unexpected and you certainly didn’t know how to respond at all, you couldn’t help but feel good. It was surprising and you never would’ve thought that deep down, Bambam actually liked you but it somehow made so much sense to you ─  the two of you definitely would be a powerful couple and basically have acted like one for forever and, obviously, you have been attracted to him from the start. 

Your mind was filled with a thousand thoughts and you were not really able to catch a single one of them, all of this seemed so sudden but so expected at the same time and you couldn’t explain what you were feeling even if you tried.

Looking into his eyes, you felt nothing but pure admiration for him.

“I don’t want to destroy our friendship.”, he suddenly said, clearly panicking.

You shushed him, wanting to say something but he wouldn’t let you, continuing to panic.

“Back then I said we should become friends rather than lovers because we weren’t ready for something serious but sometimes I feel like I regret that and I just-”

Once again you shushed him, hoping he’d calm down so you could say something. His babbling was cute and you appreciated that he tried to explain the situation but you really wanted to tell him that he has nothing to worry about.

“I hope we can stay friends even though this-”, he once again started, looking nervous but you decided it was about time to stop him.

Without thinking about it twice you moved closer to him, your lips finding his just to make him shut up, knowing this would probably be the only way he’d stop talking. It took him a second to understand what was happening but as soon as he realized that it was fine, you felt his hand in your hair while his lips worked his magic on yours. The kiss was intense and slow, his lips still as soft as you remembered them. His scent was obfuscating you and all of those little butterflies came back to your stomach.

He deepened the kiss, not wanting this moment to pass even though both of you were dying to talk about the situation, this came first. He put a bit more pressure into it, his second hand finding its way to your lower back, gently pushing you closer to him. You wouldn’t have thought that you ever got the chance to kiss him again but you definitely were happy about it.

“Bambam.”, you said while taking a breath but he didn’t stop kissing you. 

Chuckling into the kiss, you freed yourself from him. He looked at you and gave you a small smile, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s time for you to ask me out.”, you said grinning.