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acaiasahi · 2 years
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୨✩୧ ۫ 🍞𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . TNX REACTS! the one where you confess to them
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SYNOPSIS: the new six's reaction to you confessing your feelings for them.
INFO: fluff, nonidol!tnx x gn!reader, 969 words
WARNINGS: profanity, jokes, let me know if there are any! grammatical + structural errors, lowercase + smaller text intended, proofread-ish!
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WOO KYUNGJUN! — 우경준.
✩ three words: awkward as fuck.
✩ you don't take it the wrong way if he's silent, i mean that was one of the many reasons as to why you started liking him.
✩ it's not like he doesn't like you back, bc trust me... he definitely does, but he just doesn't know how to react.
✩ when you confess, you're kinda walking around the subject until you finally say something and that's when kyungjun reacts.
✩ cuts you off just to ask, "wait... you like me?!" and you kinda give him the deadpan face that says 'bro wtf i literally just said that i like you... wtf are you even on?'
✩ you have to verbally say it one more time bc he thinks he's dreaming but when you laugh at his wide eyes and dropped jaw... bro is on the floor crying with snot bubbles bc he thinks you're absolutely breathtaking.
✩ "i really like you, kyungjun. can you say something?", "are you free anytime soon?" :3
CHOI TAEHUN! — 최태훈.
✩ acts like a fool bc he's overwhelmed at the fact that you like him.
✩ def tries his hardest to keep his cool n look all swag for you but his emotions take over and can't help but smile upon hearing you confess to him.
✩ fr tones you out for a sec when you're still confessing and straight up rambling... and it kinda makes you sad bc... hello? earth to taehun?
✩ takes him a solid minute to realize that he's just staring at you and not saying anything so he tries to speak up but then...
✩ "y'know it's all good if you don't feel the same, i just needed to get it off my chest!" yeah... you said that with literal tears threatening to fall but crying is for the mf WEAK (just playin bc i cry like a damn faucet...)
✩ kinda just stands there bc he swears that if he makes any sudden movements, you're set to be running for the hills (... erm... okay...) but he ultimately speaks up.
✩ "nonono! i like you too, y/n. like... a lot!" was it as swag as he wanted to be... no... but did your smiling face and twinkling eyes looking up at him make him feel like the swaggiest? hell yeah bro!
JANG HYUNSOO! — 장현수.
✩ loud as fuck bro... literally running laps around you, arms flailing, tears streaming down... homie hitting a victory lap rn!!!
✩ kinda catches you off guard bc... erm... where are you going?
✩ it's obvious that he likes you back but you wanna hear it from him to just confirm.
✩ so when he comes back to you, literally out of breath with sweat dripping (fr dawg?? 😕), you quickly ask him if he likes you back.
✩ "so erm... do you... y'know...???", "what... like you back??? i thought i made it obvious??!??"
✩ "you literally ran around the whole school before i could even confess... so idk... you tell me bro"
✩ "i liTERALLT AM IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU TALKINF ABOUT???!?!?"
✩ two idiots confessing their idiotic love for one another!!
CHEON JUNHYEOK! — 천준혁.
✩ super duper shy n doesn't know how to react at all.
✩ "o-oh, thanks, i guess?" is his response... out of all responses that you would say to your crush... that's the one he chose. smh.
✩ cue sad y/n... (i'm sorry for his stupidity) "ah, okay, sorry." and you walk away.
✩ takes junhyeok a good 24 hours to realize the damage he'd done especially when he noticed that you had been avoiding him the whole day.
✩ simply put: he fucked up big time and made it seem like he didn't like you back.
✩ literally had to corner you after school like some spy to finally get you to talk to him.
✩ is quick to explain everything that went through his brain when you had confessed. "y/n i really like you too, y-you just caught me off guard! and i'm so sorry i didn't say anything to you... you're just like super pretty so i don't really know how to function around you! and —"
✩ you have to kiss him to shut him up but hey! it works!
EUN-HWI! — 은휘.
✩ literally has no clue wtf is going on but is there for the ride!
✩ kinda just sits there, listening attentively and when the words, "i like you" come out... he's literally like ^0^?!?!?!!
✩ lots of "woah... really?" and dropped jaws but from your pov... he looks so cute, kinda like a kid at the aquarium, he's in awe staring at you.
✩ you get straight to the point after your confession, "so... d'ya like me back, hwi?" you fr used your big, glossy, sparkly, puppy dog eyes and got his ass wrapped around your finger more than he was before!
✩ "what kinda question is that? OFC I LIKE YOU?!???"
✩ both of you get super shy and kinda just stare at each other until he musters up all the courage in the world and grabs your hand, leaving school to walk you home even though he lives the opposite way... omg how cute </3
OH SUNGJUN! — 오성준.
✩ so cocky yet so... shy... how does he do it!!!
✩ is over the moon and multiple planets at the fact that you're literally confessing to him rn.
✩ probs the most normal-ish out of all the boys.
✩ likes the fact that he can make you blush with his words on the daily but the roles are reversed when you confess to him.
✩ blushing for absolute DAYS on end!
✩ lowkey thinking and planning of all the possible ways to take you out as soon as the words "i like you" come out.
✩ my boy's on a roll and literally suggests going out after school, probs to a café or of that same idea.
✩ uses corny lines like "did you fall when you came from heaven", or "are you a parking ticket? bc you got fine written all over you"
✩ two corny love-birds <3
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myminseo · 1 month
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hello hello, it is i! ana!
i’m considering this my sfw blog & place to write everything that isn’t considered smut :) so i can feel comfortable writing ab anyone here~
you can find my separate blog at @kyungjuner
my writing list is as follows: i write for fantasy boys, lun8, evnne, boynextdoor, zb1, xikers, &team, tnx, justb, pow, 82major, and other nugu bgs i stan (shoot me an ask w anyone, the worst that’ll happen is i am not familiar w them / don’t stan )! i’m cool with writing angst, fluff, funny stuff, anything really!
i can write full fics, headcanons, blurbs (what i will mainly try to focus on), and text / smau !
hopefully i can gain as much traction here as my other blog <3 all is welcome!
requests : thoughts open rn, no full fic requests ><
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footballerimaginess · 2 years
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Blurbs 🥳🥳🥳
Weekly shopping trip with Leon Goretzka, being all cute and stuff.
Tnx babes 💖
We need more Leon on this page (just saying lol!) "There is so much stuff we need, tell me you made a list?" you asked him as he took the trolley. "I did not make a list, was I supposed to do this?" you laughed. "Well one of us was supposed to. But guess this could be fun and just guess" you smirked as you walked round the shop. You were bored of the food shop, so you snuck round the book aisle. You heard someone clear their voice as you jumped. "Put the book down. Step away from that book" you laughed as Leon grabbed your waist. "Nooo, let me read it. You go and do the boring shop, I am busy" you huffed as Leon was not budging at all. "Not until you become an adult and we can shop" he sternly replied. "Oh you are becoming sensible here, not like you" you laughed as you sheepishly held the book in your hand as you hid the book in the trolley. "I suppose I'll let you off" he laughed. "Good boy" you winked before walking off to attempt to do the shopping.
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Hi can i please get a destiel blurb where dean first realizes hes in love with cas tnx babes ily
Hi babes, ily! I hope you like it <3 
Description: Dean realizing he’s in love with Cas <3 
Warning: mentions of sex, nothing graphic, though
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, mentions of Sam, Eileen, and Bobby 
Word count: 1194
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Dean Winchester did not believe in love.
He was convinced that everyone was lying to him about it. He had never felt anything of what they were saying. 
With every lover he had had, love was not present. There was arousal, excitement, longing, even need, but not love.
Dean Winchester did not believe in what he couldn't see, and he could not see love.
Sometimes, he thought he saw glimpses of it, a rose on his mother's grave, hands clutched down the street, knowing glances between his brother and Eileen; but it went away before Dean could pin it down. 
So Dean Winchester did not believe in love.
Until he met Castiel.
Castiel was a bad marketing agent with a horrible sense of humor. He constantly laughed at his own jokes, even when no one else did, and he laughed boomingly at Dean's jokes, drowning out everyone else.
He drove a car that Dean believed should be legally banned from the streets; the vehicle in a constant state of disrepair, despite his biggest efforts.
Which is why Dean did not find it odd that Castiel kept visiting his carshop.
First it was the engine, then the brakes, the lights, the brake lights, the electrical wiring (this Dean could not repair, sending Castiel  to a better electrician).
However, by the third oil change in two weeks, Dean decided to ask Castiel out. 
He was not hoping for much. A quick drink, and then maybe a quick fuck in the back of his car, or in a nearby motel room. 
That was it.
But the first date ended, and somehow a week later there was a second. A third, following only 2 days later.
Dean kept telling himself that he was not falling for Castiel. Falling insinuated that he was falling for someone; falling into something. And Dean had spent the previous 30 decades of his life not believing you could fall in love. Because Dean did not believe in love. 
The third date made Dean’s stomach flutter, his heart skipping beats. 
Dean told himself it was the shrimp cocktail that Castiel had made him try, and the exorbitant amount of caffeine he had previously drunk. 
Because Dean did not believe in love.
It was definitely not love; the way Dean’s chest constricted when Castiel walked into the carshop, his tie loosened after a day’s work. The way Dean's lips involuntarily curled into a smile when he would notice Castiel laughing at a joke Bobby had made.
It was not love, the warmth that spread from his sternum all the way to his soles each time his skin touched Castiel’s. 
Because Dean did not believe in love.
It was now the fourth of July. Castiel and he had driven out to California for the holiday, wanting to be warm; splayed out on the sun, the salt air on their skin.
They were sat on the beach, a picnic blanket splayed out on the sand; one that Dean had refused to sit on, stating that it’s too chick-flicky for his taste. He had dragged a rusting fishing chair from the trunk of his car, positioned it on the edge of the blanket. 
A beer was clutched in his hand, the cold seeping out faster than Dean liked it to. He looked down at Cas, sat cross legged on the worn blanket, a book splayed open in his lap. His eyes were narrowed, struggling to read the words in the fading light. 
Almost sundown; Dean could hear the people gathering on the beach, excited by the cooling of the weather, ready to celebrate the night away. 
His eyes stayed trained on Cas, the way the slight breeze rustled his dark hair. He could see the perspiration on his skin; they were both sticky, as Dean extended a hand to brush through Castiel’s hair. He nudged his head into it, leaning into the touch without even tearing his eyes away from the pages. 
The waves lapped against the sand, a constant background noise. 
Dean exhaled, his body enveloped by a feeling he could not quite name.
It was not love, though.
When the sun dipped below the horizon, Cas dragged Dean to his feet, and then to the near-by beach bar that had transformed itself into a fourth of July party spot. Sunburnt people waved their hands in the air, bodies colliding, cold drinks refilling. 
Dean tried to order a whiskey and Cas rolled his eyes, ordering him a Long Island Iced Tea, and a Sex on the Beach for himself. Dean protested, telling Castiel how he despised fruity drinks. But the sugar in the cocktail worked its wonders and by the end of the first one, Dean was already clutching a second one. 
And by the end of that one, he was laughing into Castiel’s neck, landing sloppy kisses under his ear, on his jawline, on the exposed skin at his collarbone.
When the third one finished he let Castiel drag him out to the pier, amongst the dancing people, and let Castiel grab his hips and pin him to himself as they danced to Taylor Swift party songs, and songs about fruit. 
And when the fireworks started, the sky suddenly illuminated with every color Dean Winchester could name, he looked at Castiel again. 
He was looking up, his skin reflecting the explosions, his blue eyes the color of the rainbow. But Dean was looking at him. The curl of his lips, the flush on his cheekbones; the way his hipbone melted into Dean’s, as if any space between them was too much. Their hands were interlocked, their fingers fitting together like puzzle pieces, staying pressed together despite the heat in the air. 
That’s when Dean named it.
Peace.
For the first time in his life, Dean Winchester felt peace, as he stared at the man next to him, the grin on his face. And maybe it was the buzz of the drinks, or the amount of sun he had gotten that day, but Dean understood it.
He suddenly understood what the poets said, he understood the songs; he understood the glint in Sam’s eyes when he talked about Eileen, understood the ghosts on his dad’s face when he would mention his mom. 
Dean started believing in love. 
And maybe love was not what he had thought it was going to be; he thought of love as brutal, painful. He thought of love and thought of himself caring for Sam at 9 years old; boiling soup to break the fever; making grilled sandwiches in the dark; cleaning up wounds. He thought of love and thought of heartbreak, and loss, and aching.
But maybe love had another face to it. Maybe this was it.
Maybe love could also be clutching someone’s hand in the humid air, ignoring the stickiness. Maybe love was laughing at someone’s horrible jokes. Sharing pecks on stoplights. Letting them clutter your living room with historical books. Letting them feel like you’re floating when you see them. 
Maybe love was standing on a pier, watching the sky explode above you, and still not being able to look away from him. 
Dean Winchester did believe in love.
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prttydoli · 2 years
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♡ — TNX !
( ♡ ) — fluff
( ❆ ) — angst
( ❀ ) — smut
( ✦ ) — yandere
♡ — HEADCANONS
♡ — SCENARIOS
♡ — BLURBS/DRABBLES
♡ — REACTIONS
— choi taehun
— woo kangjun
— jang hyunsoo
— cheon junhyeok
— eunhwi / hwi
— oh sungjun
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footballffbarbiex · 2 years
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hi baby, sorry I was so rude with the last anon about mick, hru?
I asked bc I saw you updated the f1 masterlist and I wondered if he was ever requested on patreon, not sure I'm surprised by the lack of reqs but if you ever find his endearing blue eyes and cute smile a source of inspiration, you wouldn't hear complaints from me! 😂😂
jk, I love your blog and I'm happy w the updates, I really was just curious bb, tnx for answering xx
Oh bb! 🥺
I didn't take it rudely at all! i'm sorry if my response was a little abrupt, it wasn't meant to be like that!
I think the main three that i've had put forward are Charles, Dan and Lewis, but i've also slept so i could be forgetting someone!
I do tend to get more requests via patreon for people who don't get a whole lot of love on here, and that's the beauty of it. you request who you want there.
ehehehehe! i do find that if i'm slumping with writing in general, if i write for someone outside of the fandom, it kinda kicks my ass back into gear a little bit? but it's to be expected after 6 years of writing for men kicking a ball around.
when i have any blurbs or general requests open, you can always feel free to send me some for him, should you wish? xx
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ligayangdala · 2 years
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ADMINS TUWANG TUWA NA TALAGA AKO SA PROMPT, BLURBS NINYO LIKE I'M FEELING BUTTERFLIES HNGGG 🦋✨️ LALO NA SA MGA JENO AUs NIYOOOO MAHAL KO KAYOOO 💋💗
- anon 🩰
>___< tnx po
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jungstruly · 4 years
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To you who's reading this right now,
I hope you are having/had a good weekend!
-Sincerely, Yang💫
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jaeminnis · 5 years
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[8:34 pm] “who do i take to prom? literally everyone i know’s already taken by somebody else.” you tell jisung while in a facetime with him.
“im here? i’d love to take you.”
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kyungjuner · 2 years
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hello hi this is my blog, call me ana! nice to meet you guys!
i write for fantasy boys, lun8, evnne, boynextdoor, zb1, riize, epex, xikers, drippin, &team, wei, tnx, kingdom (ot8!), justb, nine.i, cravity, younite, and other nugu bgs i stan (shoot me an ask w anyone)! i’m cool with writing angst, fluff, funny stuff, anything really!
i can write full fics, headcanons, blurbs (what i will main with), and text / smau !
when it comes to smut, i am fine for writing, but legal idols only, please.
i really hope to make many friends here <3 love u all lots!! thank you for visiting my blog ☺️ i hope you enjoy your stay! i will be hopefully soon creating a master list <3
requests: closed closed
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bqstqnbruin · 3 years
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17. "I want to kiss you." With roope? Pls n tnx :)
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Happy blurb weekend!
Tagging: @besthockeyfics @glassdanse @calgarycanuck @heybarzy @airplaneanon @annedub @stlbluesbrat21 @dembenchboys @stars-canucks @beauvibaby
This one is definitely violent oops
17. “I want to kiss you.”
Word Count: 332
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“Roope, we cannot keep having this same argument over and over again,” you tell him, both of you frustrated. “You have to listen to me when I tell you nothing is going on. I have told you everything that has happened between me and Elijah.”
“He tried to kiss you Y/N! How am I supposed to believe that nothing is going on if he thinks that was a good idea?” Roope yells, standing up from the couch he was sitting on.
You recoiled, clearly caught off guard by the raise in his voice, him seemingly physically bigger when he stood over you. “He tried and I didn’t let him. Why would I let him?”
“Every time I see you two together, you’re flirting with him.”
“That is not true,” you tell him, trying to defend yourself. You knew it wasn’t true. You knew that he was jealous because Elijah liked you, but you told him time and time again that you weren’t going to let anything happen between the two of you. As soon as Elijah made any move, you told Roope about it.
“I should be the only one who wants to kiss you,” he lets out, rubbing his hands with his face.
You scoff at him, Roope turning to you, confused. “What am I supposed to do? You want me to go tell Elijah, ‘sorry, my boyfriend says you can’t have any desire to kiss me or be attracted to me because he is?’ Roope, this is ridiculous.”
“Fuck,” he lets out, sitting back down next to you with his head in his hands. “I’m like this because I love you,” he tells you for the first time.
“Roope, I love you, too,” you repeat, “But we can’t be together like this.”
“What are you saying?” he asks, his voice shaking with panic.
“I think we’re done.”
“What? We can’t say ‘I love you,’ for the first time then have everything be over.”
“Then why is that what’s happening?”
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acaiasahi · 2 years
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[୨✩୧ ۫ 🗒𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . ] "class president" — woo kyungjun
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SYNOPSIS: you always thought your class president hated you, despite being class vice president. kyungjun makes sure to fix that misunderstanding.
INFO: semi-angst + fluff, woo kyungjun x gn!reader, 1,072 words
HEADS UP: kissing, cursing, grammatical and structural errors, lowercase and smaller text intended, goofy silly writing lolzies
NOW PLAYING ✧ CLASS PRESIDENT.
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cutting straight to the chase, you're down bad for your class president, woo kyungjun. were you ready to pick a bone with him when he had won over you? yeah, most definitely, but that became a lot more difficult when you realized you were falling for him as you continue your duties as class vice president.
you were one hundred and ten percent certain that kyungjun did not feel the same. he always avoids eye contact, or only speaking to you if necessary. the realization of him not returning feelings had you absolutely down in the dumps, but at this point, you've learned to ignore it and try to go on with your day, heavy emphasis on 'try'.
"hey, before you leave can you swing by the main office to print a few more copies of these board posters?" a soft voice spoke out to you.
turning around, you find yourself face to face with none other then woo kyungjun. you fully turn your body to face him, eyes glancing to the stack of papers in his hand.
you nod slowly before slipping your school bag on, opening your hands to indicate that you could do the task. the unsuspected weight of the papers causes a chuckle to form, "woah, it's heavy!" you say surprised.
looking up at kyungjun, your eyes meet before he looks away, avoiding your gaze. a slight frown finds it's way onto your face, "i'll just, uh, go get these printed. see ya' tomorrow, kyungjun." you speak out into the now empty classroom.
turning on your heel, you head to the door. hand already on the handle, foot already out of the room, "w-wait!" he yells out. whipping your head towards him, a confused look wipes onto your face as you watch kyungjun scramble to gather his belongings.
"l-let me go with you, sorry, that was too straightforward. can i tag along? if not it's cool!" he says hesitantly, stumbling over his words as he continues to avoid eye contact, opting to look at his dirty school shoes.
you hum softly, "okay," you respond before turning away. biting back a smile, you venture out into the school halls, kyungjun closely following behind.
he doesn't let you get another step in as he points to the stack of papers still in your arms. "i can hold them, don't worry 'bout it," he tells you before grabbing it. his fingertips graze against yours ever so slightly which causes you to freeze up, "c'mon, it's this way." he continues before walking ahead of you.
collecting yourself, you wipe your sweaty hands on your uniform bottoms before jogging to catch up with him.
the rest of the way to office was full of awkward silence, the occasional shoe squeaking against the floors, or a simple clearing of the throat being heard.
you sigh while simultaneously opening the heavy office door, heading straight to the photocopy machine. copying each posters from the stack was a tedious process but you take it like a champ as you patiently wait.
the silence made it's presence known as you both stand in front of the buzzing machine. "how was your day?" he asks you, eyes still on the machine as you look at him.
"uhm, pretty good. just tired is all, you?" he nods softly at your words, still not looking at you. "y-yeah same," he replies.
a couple seconds pass before he speaks up again, "i have a question for you. you don't need to answer if you're uncomfortable, though." you hum at him, urging him that it was okay.
"why do you not speak to me, a-and not just as president and vice president but as friends?" he asks you, watching your side profile carefully. a breathy chuckle leaves your lips before you respond, "i honestly thought you hated me and just dealt with my shit," you respond with an unconvincing chuckle, the sadness in your voice prominent.
finally turning your head, you look up at him before turning away in a flurry, "it's not that deep, it's kinda' funny actually!" you rebuttal, rambling on to save your ass.
unbeknownst to you, a frown falls onto his face as he continues to listen. "y/n," you look up at him, locking eyes, "i could never hate you." kyungjun says softly, unsure if he was overstepping.
laughing off his confession, you brush his words off because there was no way in hell that he liked you the way you want him to, there's just no way.
kyungjun watches you, his ears turning red from embarrassment, "i really like you" he says softly.
this shuts you up, eyes turning wide as you freeze up. "ha ha ha, great joke, kyungjun." you respond in a sarcastic tone, choosing not to look at him. he scoffs, placing both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. you close your eyes, not wanting to face him and whatever speech he has prepared for you.
a soft kiss is placed on your lips, the warmness of the smooth skin causing you to snap back into reality as he pulls away. kyungjun watches your features release tension, a small blush present, eyes still closed.
"do you believe me now?" he asks quietly, you open your eyes before throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss, much to his surprise.
he's quick to place his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both smile into the kiss. when you finally pull away for air, he chases for the warmth of your soft lips on his and you laugh at the pout adorning his pretty face.
"i like you too, kyungjun." you say breathlessly. his face scrunches up in embarrassment before he hides his face in the crook of your neck.
another laugh leaves your lips as you hug him, hands finding refuge in his hair as you run your fingers through the raven-black locks. "you're cute when you're embarrassed, jun" you whisper dreamily, his breathy laugh tickling your skin.
"let me take you out, please?" he says while lifting his head, sincerity swirling in his brown orbs. you melt at his question, knees weak as you nod quickly.
"yes of course, you dork!" you respond as if it were the most obvious thing, leaning in for another kiss. and another. and another.
if it isn't obvious enough, lots of kisses were exchanged.
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atlafan · 4 years
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hi! just found out your fics and damn your write is so good 🥺 i know that you already did one inspired in falling by harry, but can you do one where he and y/n were dating a long time ago, and had the literal perfect relationship, but they split bcs had different ideas for their future together, but harry keep writing songs about her, and by the time of Fine Line they came across together again, and the love they feel is just too strong and they can’t deny it any longer? tnx anyway 💕
So sorry I’m just responding to this! I know you asked for this awhile ago. I’m not writing famous!harry blurbs. I’m sticking to au’s for reasons. But thank you for the support!
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trialnerror · 5 years
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Hello Steph it is I, Allie, your friendly neighborhood Ash trash. My blurb request issssssss Ashton (surprise) dating a teacher!!!! I am currently drowning in lesson plans and behavior plans and cutting shit out and I just want ya boy to come help me and love me plz and TNX I LOVE YOUUU YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN
I LOVE YOU TOO YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN ❤️❤️❤️ This is also the longest blurb I’ve written so far because it was just way too cute to make short lol. Hope you love it!!
You loved your job. That’s what you told yourself every morning when you stepped foot into the kindergarten class that you taught. Being a teacher had always been a dream of yours, and you finally got the opportunity, thanks to your family members being teachers as well. Teaching alone was rewarding, but teaching kindergarteners was the most fulfilling job anyone could ask for. It taught you patience and compassion but most of all, it prepared you for your future when you would have your own kids. Taking out your lesson plan for the day, the kids all ran in, giving your legs a hug as they greeted you for the morning.
“Alright little monkeys! Time for attendance!” you called, grabbing their attention as you stood in front of the small crowd that was seated at your feet. Calling each name and making sure everyone was there that day, you began the day with storytime. You had always loved reading to the kids, hopeful to do it to your own some day. Your boyfriend, Ashton was very aware of your want for kids, and he was more than happy to make your wish come true, but due to your job and his already busy schedule with touring and writing in the studio on his time off, you both decided that it was best to wait until later in your relationship, when things had settled down more.
He had never been to your class, but every day you had a new story for him, which made him want to see how well you truly were with the rowdy kids. Today though, he got his chance. Making his way into the kitchen of your shared home, he noticed your bag that you had packed for lunch that day, the very bag that you forgot as you rushed out of the house, due to oversleeping. Grabbing it, he got into his car and made his way to your school, before going to the studio to work himself.
Walking into the school, he signed in with the office, and made his way to your classroom, hoping not to disturb you or the kids. Knocking on the open door, you turned your attention to Ashton, smiling when you saw him and noticing the lunch bag that he held. All the kids suddenly turned to him as well, whispering and staring in awe at the tall giant at their door.
“Hey, you forgot your lunch at home” he smiled shyly, looking at your class and walking in to place your bag on your desk.
“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver” you smiled, getting up and kissing him on the cheek. This earned a unanimous “eww” from your students as they giggled at the small act of affection in front of them. “Class say hello to Mr. Ashton” you told them, teaching them to be more polite to your boyfriend. “Hello Mr. Ashton” they all called out, earning a smile from not only himself, but you as well.
“Hey kids” he waved back. “I’ll let you get back to it then baby, I’ll see you at home.”
“Miss!” one of the little girls called out, grabbing your attention. “Can Mr. Ashton stay for playtime?”
“Only if you guys want” you responded, looking over to your boyfriend, knowing that he would be a sucker for your class.
“Sure” he smiled, making his way over to one of the tiny chairs and sitting down, making all of the kids giggle at how big he looked in comparison to the small pieces of furniture that occupied your classroom. Once playtime came around, both you and your boyfriend were fully engrossed in playing with the kids, knowing that your dream of starting a family would definitely come a lot sooner than later.
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Hey can I have a ship? Also congrats on 1K!Can I get a marauders and lightning era ship? I'm 6'2,straight, on the curvy side but not really chubby. I have long straight,auburn hair and really pale skin. I have ADHD and absent seizures and I have to take medication for both. I love reading,drawing(I'm pretty good at it) and singing(also pretty good at it). I've been bullied my whole life. My name is Emily. I'm really sarcastic,witty and funny. I'm in Gryffindor. Tnxs love ur writing!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thanks, hun!
ERA: Founders | Riddle | Marauders | Lightning | Next Gen
HOUSE: Slytherin | Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff
WHO I SHIP YOU WITH: Neville Longbottom!
YOUR BEST FRIEND AT HOGWARTS: Luna Lovegood.
BLOOD STATUS: Muggle-born | Half-blood | Pure-blood
PET:  Owl | Toad | Cat | Rat | Something Hagrid would smuggle in
BEST CLASS: Potions | Transfiguration | Astronomy | History of Magic | Herbology | Charms | Care of Magical Creatures | Defence Against the Dark Arts
WORST CLASS: Potions | Transfiguration | Astronomy | History of Magic | Herbology | Charms | Care of Magical Creatures | Defence Against the Dark Arts
QUIDDITCH POSITION: Chaser | Beater | Keeper | Seeker | Commentator | Crowd
STUDENT POSITION: Student | Brightest in the Class | Prankster | Quidditch Captain | Prefect | Head Girl / Boy
FUTURE JOB: Auror | Broom Maker | Curse Breaker | Dragonologist | Healer | Herbologist | Potioneer | Professor | Quidditch Player | Spell Inventor | Wandmaker | Journalist | Ministry Worker
FAVORITE SPELL: Finite.
SHIP NAME: Nevily (pronounced nev-il-ee)
WHO KISSED WHO FIRST: You | Him
WHO SAID I LOVE YOU FIRST:  You | Him
WHO IS MORE PROTECTIVE: You | Him
HEADCANONS:
Neville would be the most considerate boyfriend ever to you
He’d always make sure you took your medication, without being nagging or patronizing
He would always make sure that you felt safe and secure
He would comfort you after people were mean to you
He’d also always ask you to sing for him
And y’all would be professor goals later on at Hogwarts, just saying
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