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Sooo I haven't really been on here in forever but have a bunch of requests in my inbox. Would you guys be cool if I started writing and posting again? Would everyone be play with that?

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School Blues

PAIRING: Trevor Wentworth x Reader 

WORD COUNT: 3.055

REQUEST: Nope

WARNINGS: A few swear words  

I stare at the text book in front of me, jotting down notes every so often as I listen to the others in my group talk amongst themselves. We’re suppose to be studying, but it’s more of a social hour for everyone, everyone except me.

“So, Y/N,” Noah says, trying to grab my attention.

“Yeah?” I question not looking up from the book.

“How’s your relationship going?” He asks me, but not in a polite way.

“It’s going fine, why do you ask?” I reply to him with a sigh, sitting up to look at him. He looks at me from the other side of the table, with an apparent smirk, while the others look at the two of us with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

“Well, it’s just that all you seem to do is school work, doesn’t that mess with your’s and Trevor’s relationship?”

“Noah don’t be an ass,” Samantha, another girl in the group, tells him rolling her eyes.

“What? It’s an honest question!” Noah says defensively.

“It’s fine, no harm done,” I say with a small smile, secretly praying that the subject will soon change.

Truth be told, Noah’s question wasn’t unjustifiable. College life has been tough this quarter. I decided to take on a full schedule and each course is demanding and time consuming. It takes over my life and it affects my personal life, which is something I’m not proud of. I don’t like the fact that I’ve basically become an absentee girlfriend.

“Aren’t they having a concert tomorrow night?” Mandi, another girl in the group, questions.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’m going to go though,” I confess, guilt immediately washing over me.

“What? Why not?” Elizabeth questions in shock.

“I have my sociology final and I’m not feeling super prepared,” I say truthfully, returning my gaze to the text in front of me.

“C’mon Y/N, you can stop studying for one night to support him,” Mandi replies, rolling her eyes with a scoff.

“We’ll see,” I say quietly as I pick back up my pencil, resuming the task at hand.

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could you write bill skarsgård imagine where y/n is really shy and is like a storyboard artist for it so she draws out all the scenes, and like for some odd reason bill isn't very fond of her, like he's not mean to her he just doesn't like how shy she is and like one day he says somethin kinda rude n she just goes off at him and just leaves set, and he goes through her art and he's so impressed and feels so bad bc he was rude sorry it's so specific OOPS

Just posted! I hope that you like it and I am sooo sorry it took me so long. 

The post is here x

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Why Do You Hate Me?

PAIRING: Bill Skarsgård x Reader 

WORD COUNT: 856

REQUEST: “could you write bill skarsgård imagine where y/n is really shy and is like a storyboard artist for it so she draws out all the scenes, and like for some odd reason bill isn't very fond of her, like he's not mean to her he just doesn't like how shy she is and like one day he says somethin kinda rude n she just goes off at him and just leaves set, and he goes through her art and he's so impressed and feels so bad bc he was rude sorry it's so specific OOPS”

WARNINGS: Swearing. Kind of angst? 

NOTE: Maybe a part 2?

(Y/N’s POV)

“So, let’s go over the scene for today, okay?” The director says as we all take our seats in the conference room. My eyes wander around the room, glancing around the room at the people I’ve worked with these past few months on this movie.

IT is the biggest movie I’ve been a storyboard artist for. I’m not new to it, I’ve just mainly done small productions, low budget, Indie movies. Being in this environment is intimidating. Wouldn’t anyone in my position have similar feelings? 

For the most part, everyone has been inviting, except for one person… Bill Skarsgård. I don’t know why, but he clearly hates me. Every time a word comes out of my mouth he rolls his eyes with an apparent sigh that just screams annoyance. I don’t know what I did, but because of it, I’ve become shy around Bill. I just don’t want to end up pissing him off and end up being on his bad side.

Once the meeting ended I scurry out of the room, heading toward my usual office space. But, once I get halfway down the hallway I stop in my tracks. Bill is standing there speaking to one of the crew members, speaking in a low voice. 

“I don’t understand why Y/N is here. She’s so damn shy I’m surprised she even has the ability to talk. Honestly, if she doesn’t have the balls to be a part of this movie maybe she should just quit,” he says with annoyance. Tears begin to fill my eyes, a deep red cascading across my face. I don’t know whether to be upset or mad.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I question in a loud voice that echoes throughout the hallway, hell maybe the entire building. 

“Excuse me?” Bill says in a snarky voice, his brow raised.

“Why do you hate me so much? I’m the only person here who you treat this way. You want me to quit? Well too fucking bad because that isn’t happening. Maybe you should instead of talking shit about me, maybe you should just do your own job. Just… just leave me alone,” I practically yell at him, tears silently falling down my cheeks. I walk away, heading toward the exit, nudging my shoulder against him as I walk past.

“Y/N? Where are you doing?” One of the crew members questions.

“Out,” and with that I leave the building, not looking back. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should just quit that way I never have to see him or deal with him again.

(Bill’s POV)

“Wow,” I say to myself in confusion after listening to Y/N’s outburst. 


“She’s right,” Frank, the crew member I was talking to about Y/N, tells me. “You do hate her, I don’t blame her for snapping. You’re the reason why she’s shy because she doesn’t want to have to get on your bad side, but you pushed her there.” Frank walks away from me, leaving me in the hallway alone with my thoughts. 


 Like a turtle I walk through the maze of hallways, not paying attention to where my feet are leading me. Before I know it, I’m standing in front of a door, Y/N’s workspace. Without a second thought, I open the door, stepping into the room closing the door behind me.

I look around the room, drawings are pinned up on the wall in a scrambled mess but other than that the room is rather tidy. All of her supplies are neatly organized, you would think that no one even worked in here because of how clean everything is, minus the walls.

I walk toward the table in the middle of the room, a black sketchbook resting at the center of it. I glance at the door before picking up the book and sitting down on the office chair that’s pushed into the side of the table. I turn the pages, each page having a sketch some from IT and some from other movies. The one specifically catches my eye, it’s a sketch of Pennywise in the sewer from the opening scene of the movie.

I… I didn’t realize how talented she is. Her drawing looks like a photograph, that’s how good it is. Maybe Frank’s right. I know Frank is right. I’ve been horrible to her ever since filming started, I’m beginning to regret that now.

An image of Y/N as she yells at me flashes in my mind. I feel awful. How could I be such an ass? I don’t even know why I was. Yeah, okay, her being shy annoyed the living shit out of me. I don’t like it when people are shy, especially in an environment like this. But, I shouldn’t have treated her in such a manner.

Regret washes over me, my mind cycling through everything I’ve ever said to her or about her. I really was horrible. I’m disgusted with myself. Will she quit now because of what I said and her storming out? I can’t let that happen. I need to find Y/N and apologize. I can’t let her quit.

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your masterlist link doesn't work :(

Masterlist

Let me know if this one doesn’t work too. Tumblr has a tendency to mess with links. If I need to I can make a ‘mobile version.’ 

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Could you please do more fics about our last night? I really like your writing it’s amazing keep up the good work!!

I can defiantly do that, I'll try to get some posted soon 😊 And thank you so much, love you 💜

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Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day with your friends and family! 🎄

For those who don’t celebrate Christmas, I still hope you have an amazing day and that you do something fun! The Last Jedi is pretty good 😏

And for those of you who have a hard time during this time of year or are just having a hard time in general, please know that things will get better and that the Christmas season will soon end. If you need someone to talk to I’m here for you and you can always message me whether it be on here, Twitter, or Instagram.

Just know that I love you guys and I hope that each and everyone of you have a great day or at least a some aspect of the day that puts a smile on your face! ❤️

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A New Ornament

PAIRING: Alex Turner x Reader 

WORD COUNT: 1,449

REQUESTED: Nope!

WARNINGS: None that I see!

“Do you wanna do the lights while I pull out everything else we need?” Alex questions after he finishes putting the tree into a stand.

“Sounds good to me,” I reply, smiling sweetly, pulling out a strand of multicolored lights from the clear tub sitting on the coffee table.

Alex stands up, moving away from the tree and over to me with a bright smile on his face. He stands next to me, leaning down and pressing his lips onto mine in a sweet yet short kiss. We part, smiling at one another. Alex quickly kisses my cheek before leaving the living room and heading to the attic.  

I smile to myself as I work on the lights. I love Christmas, but I love spending Christmas with Alex. Even if we don’t do anything miraculous, he still makes it feel special. That’s just how amazing our relationship is. I swear we could spend a day in our pajamas, watching movies all day and it could be one of the best day just because it’s with Alex. He’s my best friend and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

Alex soon walk back into the room with a red tub in hand. He looked nervous, a shy smile on his face and a light pink tint to his cheeks. His ‘cool guy’ personal drifting away, but I just brush it off thinking that it’s nothing to really worry about.

He set the box down on the floor to the side of the tree. Alex studies me as I finish with the lights, like he’s trying to save this moment in his mind. His hand moves to his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. The nerves begin to drift away, a sly smile replacing the shy one. Quickly, without my knowledge, Alex takes a picture of me as I work along.

“Gosh you’re beautiful,” Alex whispers as he looks at the new photo on the phone’s screen. I turn my head to look at him, my brow quizzically perking up.

“What did you do?” I question.  

“Why did you assume that I did something?” He responds with a low chuckle.

“You have that look on your face. That one was you look like the cool and mysterious guy but have a weir innocence about you. I know you’re up to something,” I tell him, trying to imitate Sherlock Holmes. 

“I’m not up to anything, scout’s honor,” Alex says, raising his right hand with a laugh. “All I did was take a picture of you.”

“Can I see it?” I question, feeling slightly curious now. He nods his head to me, holding out his phone to me. The picture is beautiful. I’m standing on my tippy-toes as I string the lights on the Christmas tree, the florescent colors of the lights reflecting in an iridescent matter. “Wow…,” I say completely speechless. “How is that you’re so talented and creative in everything you do?”

“It only happens when my absolutely stunning, goddess of a muse is standing before me,” he replies, walking closer to me so that he’s standing right in front of me. His hands wrap around my waist as mine move to his neck, my fingers playing with the end of his hair. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you so much too, Alex, probably more than you know,” I reply with a blush forming on my cheeks as I turn bashful.

“Well I don’t know about that one,” he argues with a laugh. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his. It’s different than the one from earlier, more tender and loving. This kiss… it’s like we’re expressing our love for one another in a simple yet intimate way. “Let’s finish this tree, yeah?” I nod my head in response, taking a step away from his and turning my attention back to the tree.

I had Alex ornament after ornament, I made him in charge of putting them on the tree since I did the lights. This was my favorite part, looking at the ornaments we’ve collected. Some from the places we’ve traveled to, some to remember special moments with one another, and a few that we each stole from our mothers so that we could have a small piece of our childhood. 

I watch Alex as he puts each ornament on the tree, admiring him. I have known for some time that I want to spend the rest of my life with him, I can practically imagine this same scene just with the addition of two small children helping as they giggle with glee. I smile to myself as I think about it. I’ve never really fully expressed how I want to have kids and everything with Alex, at least not in a serious manner, we’ve only talked about it once or twice and even then, it was only just for a moment.

The tub is nearly empty except for one ornament. I furrow my brow as I examine it. I’ve never seen this ornament before. Had Alex bought this? It’s beautiful, a silver ball with gold foil formed in a pattern in the middle. It’s beautiful. I look up at Alex, who’s already looking at me with a shy smile. I had him the ornament, standing up from my seat. Alex takes the ornament in his hand, looking at it with that same shy smile.

Alex moves his eyes from the ornament, back to me. What is going on with him? Slowly, Alex goes down on one knee in front of me. The world seems to slow down, time seems to practically. He looks down at the ornament again, rubbing his thumb on the middle of it. Suddenly he pops it open, I gasp thinking that he had broken it.

The ornament turned out to be a secret box of sorts. He turned it, holding it in his hand so that I can see what was hiding within. A beautiful diamond ring rests inside, it’s simple yet absolutely stunning. My hand moves to my mouth as I try to contain my gasp and to compose myself as excitement as well as extreme nervousness overtake my body.

“Y/N… from the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re my best friend. You’re always there by my side during the good and the bad times. You’re my goddess of a muse that inspires me every day. Most importantly, you are the love of my life… my soulmate. I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. To have children together, grow old together. So, Y/N, would you give me the pleasure of becoming my wife? Will you marry?”

By the end of his speech tears as streaming down from my eyes and down my cheeks in a waterfall like resemblance. I kneel down on the floor in front of Alex. I wipe some of my tears away with the sleeve of my sweater before moving my hands to his cheeks, rubbing my thumbs on the soft skin of his cheeks.

“Yes, a thousand times yes,” I reply with a massive grin and a glint to my eye.

A similar smile appears on Alex’s face by the words that escape from my lips in confidence. He takes out the ring from the ornament, my left hand moving away from his cheek. He takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing my knuckles. Taking the ring, he slides it down on my finger, taking its rightful place. It fits perfectly and is absolutely stunning.

I move forward, pressing my lips onto his in haste as I bring my hand back up to his cheek. This kiss… the first kiss as being Alex Turner’s fiancé. The room becomes enveloped in the love radiating off of us as we bask in this moment, this perfect moment.

“I love you so much! My beautiful, magnificent, radiant, goddess fiancé,” Alex states, parting from my lips. He looks at me with pink cheeks, his chest moving up and down at a faster pace. 

“And I love you! My creative, talented, sexy, dapper fiancé,” I state to him with a smile, a blush evident on my cheeks from the excitement of this moment and all the various feelings over coming me.

“Going to our parents’ houses is going to be great this year,” Alex tells me with a chuckle. 


“They’re going to freak,” I reply with a laugh. 

“I love you Y/N.” 


“I love you too, Alex.” I pull him into a kiss. I can’t believe I’ll one day become Y/N Turner.

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Christmas Tree: Gong Yoo

“What about this one?” Jicheol asks pointing to the douglas fir in front of us.

I stare at it for a moment, trying to envision it in our living room all decorated. I turn to face Jicheol, shaking my head no.

“I don’t like it,” I tell him truthfully. “Why don’t we go look at the nobles?”

“Lead the way my love,” he says holding his hand out to me.

I gladly take his hand, liking showing everyone that we’re a couple. We walk together hand in hand toward the noble firs. We assess each tree trying to find the perfect one, walking down row after row.

I feel as though I’m about ready to give, maybe the perfect tree can’t be found here. I’ve been walking though this lot for what feels like hours and still have yet to find “the one.” I sigh to myself, beginning to feel a bit frustrating. I just wanted this first Christmas as a married couple to be perfect.

“Y/N, look at that one over there,” Jicheol say bringing me from my thoughts.

I look at him then move my gaze to were he’s pointing. In the back stands a beautiful noble fir tree. The tree doesn’t have any weird open spaces andI can defiantly picture it decorated in our living room.

“It’s perfect,” I say with excitement, hugging Jicheol’s side.

JIcheol kisses the top of my head before going to get someone to cut down the tree. Soon the tree is attached to the top of our car and paid for. We head back to our home, the excitement building up with in me.

Getting the tree into the house was a little… difficult to say the least. We were given the option to have to delivered to our house, but I wanted us to get the full experience though I’m regretting it not being delivered now.

We finally get the tree in the house and in the stand. We place the tree in the corner of the room. I look at the tree smiling at it and it’s beauty. Jicheol walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He turns his head slightly, pecking my cheek.

“Shall we put the lights on it?” He questions.

“Yeah, though you better let me do it,” I say with a giggle.

“Why’s that?” He questions with confusion.

“Jicheol, my mom is OCD when it comes to Christmas tree lights. I can’t have her come over on Christmas with a tree that looks like the lights were just thrown on,” I tell him.

“Okay you do the lights then and I’ll make us some hot chocolate. I don’t want to displease your mom because of a tree, she scares me enough as it is,” he replies.

I always feel bad that my mom scares Jicheol, but she is extremely intimidating. I twist in his arms so that I’m facing him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I smile at him sweetly, thinking about Christmas and that I’m happy to be with him, that I’m his wife.

“I love you,” I whisper to him.

“I love you too,” he replies with a smile.

I quickly peck his lips before taking a step back from him. He smiles at me fondly before heading to the kitchen. I walk over to the boxes of Christmas decorations. I pull out multiple strands of colors lights then get to work. “Wow, Y/N, the lights looks amazing,” Jicheol says as he walks into the room, a tray in hand with two cups placed on it.

I turn around to look at him with a smile. He moves to set the tray on the coffee table before walking over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looks down at me with a smile, his hands moving a strand of hair away from my face.

“Thank you,” I whisper to him.

“For what?” He asks in confusion.

“For marrying me, always being there for me, and for making this Christmas special,” I say to him with a smile.

“I should also be saying thank you then. You’ve been with me through thick and then, put up with my crazy schedule, for loving me back, and for marrying me,” he says honestly.

I look at him with a smile playing on my lips, feeling extremely happy. Gong Jicheol is the best thing to ever happen to me, he is my best friend, and my soulmate. I begin to lean in, and he does the same. We meet in the middle; our lips meeting. The kiss is filled with passion and love, all of our kisses but I’ll never get tired of them, I’ll never get tired of him even when I turn old.

“Shall we finish decorating the tree then?” I ask with a smile once I part from his lips.

“Sounds wonderful, decorating our first Christmas tree together as a married couple,” he replies before leaning down and pecking my lips softly.

This is going to be a wonderful Christmas. The first Christmas I get to spend married to Gong Jicheol. It’s going to be a magical and wonderful time, I can’t see it being any other way.

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Winter Wonderland: Cillian Murphy

“Love, it’s time to wake up,” my husband, Cillian whispers to me as he softly presses his lips on my cheek.

“Five more minutes,” I groan out lowly, not wanting to leave the warmth of our bed.

Cillian chuckles to himself at my refusal to wake up. He shifts his body so that he’s laying back down next to me. His strong arms wrap around my small frame, pulling me close to his body. I snuggle into his chest, my ear resting right at the location of his heart.

I listen to the steady beat, my eyes starting to grow heavy once again. These are the days that I love, the days where we have no obligations and can just lay in bed all day just enjoying each other’s company. “Y/N, I think you might want to get up,” Cillian says to me, what feels like hours later.

Slowly my eyes flutter open, I look up him with a confused look. He looks down at me, a smile playing on his lips, as he points in the direction of the window in our room. Furrowing my eyebrows I turn my head to see what it is he wanted me to wake up for. Snow. It’s snowing for the first time this year.

My face instantly relaxes, a smile forming on my lips. Magically I’m suddenly feeling awake and energetic. I return my gaze to Cillian as I sit up in the bed. My hands go to his cheeks, as I look into his piercing blue eyes.

His arms slither around my waist, pulling me close to him. He looks at me with a warm smile before softly pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss was slow and filled with love, all of are kisses are like this but they always make my stomach irrupt in butterflies like we’re kissing for the first time.

“What do you say we get dressed and go out for a walk in to snow,” Cillian says parting from my lips, his forehead resting against mine.

“Sounds lovely,” I whisper in return.

We part from each other, the both of us leaving the warmth and comfort of our bed to get dressed. I quickly get dressed, not wanting to waist anytime. I slip on a pair of dark wash jeans, an oversized green sweater, and a pair of snow boots. I turn to look at Cillian whose already looking at me. He’s practically wearing the same thing as me only instead of a green sweater he’s wearing a navy blue one.

“You ready love?” Cillian asks, holding out his hand for me to take.

I gladly take his hand with a smile. Cillian leads me to the front room, but before we head outside we each take a moment to put out our coats, mittens, hats, and scarves. We walk out into the cold weather, the brisk air causing a shiver to rush down my spine.

We walk along the path at a leisurely pace, neither of us hardly saying a word. I look around us, the snow blanketing the ground. I love it when it snows, it just makes everything look so beautiful.

“You look beautiful,” Cillian says, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I can feel my cheeks instantly heat up from the blush forming on my cheeks. After being together for so long Cillian’s words still effect me, he still makes me feel like a giddy teenager. This is why I married him, why I fell so head over heels in love with him; no matter how old we get he will always cause butterflies to irrupt within me and will cause me to feel like we’re the only two people in the world.

Cillian stops in his tracks. I turn to face him, a little confused as to why he stopped. His hand goes to my cheek softly caressing it, his thumb moving from side to side on the cold skin. He smiles at me as he admires my face.

“I have something for you,” he says with a hint of excitement playing in his voice.

Cillian removes his hand from my cheek then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small red velvet box. Slowly he opens it, revealing a necklace a beautiful silver necklace with a snowflake pendant on it. A huge grin plays on my lips as my gaze moves to him from the necklace.

“Cillian, it’s beautiful. I love it,” I say to him.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies with a soft chuckle. “I bought this to remind you off all the special times we’ve had in the snow in the past and will have in the future.”

We’ve been through so much when it’s snowed. Our first kiss, our wedding, and so many other special occasions had happened while it snowed. He is so incredibly thoughtful, I know I’ll never go a day now without wearing this necklace.

“I love you Cillian,” I say to him.

“I love you too Y/N, now turn around.”

I do as he says, moving my hair to the side. He takes the necklace out of the box, then puts it on me. I touch the snowflake pendent softly, my minding thinking back to each moment we’ve hand in the snow.

“I absolutely love it,” I say as I turn back around to face him.

“And I love how it looks on you. Now how about we go home and make some hot coco and warm up in front of the fire place?” He asks reaching his hand out to me once again.

I nod my head in response as I take his out stretched hand. I smile to myself as we walk back home, the butterflies in my stomach refusing to calm down. Being with Cillian is like spending every day in a winter wonderland; every day and every moment is special, magical, and memorable with Cillian, the man I love with my entire heart.

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All Of The Beautiful Lights

PAIRING: Patrick Stump x Reader 

WORD COUNT: 1,280

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WARNINGS: None 

“Hey Y/N,” Patrick calls out to me as he walks through our house.

“What?” I question, stirring a spoon in my cup of freshly brewed coffee.

“You look beautiful,” he says wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Do you have any plans tonight? Like, do you have to work or anything?”

“Nope, I’m afraid I’m all yours tonight. That is, if you want me,” I say with a giggle looking at him from the corner of my eye.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I want you silly, you’re my beautiful girlfriend who I love with all my heart,” he tells me with a cheesy grin. I couldn’t help but giggle at this cute and meaningful words.

Patrick and I have been together for three years now. Gosh three years, it feels like I’ve known him all my life. I was working with Fall Out Boy on a tour and that’s how we met. I think I immediately feel for him, there was just something about him that drew me to him. Months were spent of us just looking at one another with googly eyes from across the room, everyone knew that we had a crush on each other. Eventually Patrick out me out for the first time, we went to a cute little restaurant that was under the radar, one thing led to another and now here we are.

“So, what are we doing tonight then?” I question him, turning around in his arms to look at him.

“I want to take you out on a date,” he tells me with a blush on his cheeks and a smile on his lips.

“Sounds great to me,” I reply before quickly pecking his lips. “But was is the appropriate attire for said date?” 

“Something warm,” he states, “but no matter what you wear you’ll be the most beautiful woman there and the only woman who has me heart.”

“Patrick Stump, what’s got you all sappy today?” I question with a giggle.

“You my dear, you’ve got me all sappy,” Patrick says before pulling me closer to his body. His eyes move from my eyes down to my lips. He leans down slowly before pressing his lips onto mine and I can’t help but smile into the kiss, moving my arms to his shoulders.

“Are you ready to go?” Patrick asks as he buttons up his charcoal grey pea coat.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I tell him, wrapping my neck in a maroon color scarf before buttoning up my tan colored pea coat. “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Nope! You’ll find out when we get there,” he states with a smirk playing at his lips. 

“Oh, you’re cruel,” I say to him.

“Maybe but you love me anyway.” 

“That I do, that I do.”

We walk out of the house, hand in hand. Patrick leads me out to the car, opening the car door for me like the gentleman that he is. I slide into the car, once I’m situated in the car I can’t help but feel anxious. What is he planning? 

After a fifteen-minute drive Patrick pulls into the parking lot of our destination and I realize where we are, we’re at the zoo. My eyes go wide as I realize why he chose this to be our date night location. I turn to look at him excitedly while he looks back at me with a wide grin.

“You listened,” I say almost shocked that he had payed attention.

“Y/N, you love Christmas and you’ve never been to Zoo Lights. Of course, I was listening when you were on the phone with your mom. I felt like this would make this Christmas special, for both of us.”

A week or so ago I had a conversation on the phone with my mom, double checking Christmas plans. She had asked if Patrick and I were going to do anything special, the truth of the matter being I didn’t. Then she asked about if I ever brought up going to Zoo Lights, but I had never told Patrick that I’d never gone before and was almost ashamed of that to some extent… the never going to Zoo Lights part.

“I love you,” I whisper to him.

“I love you too, now let’s go make your dreams come true,” he replies with a smile before hurrying out of the car.

We walk into the zoo hand in hand, my eyes going wide at the sight. This is so much better than I thought it would be. I’ve seen pictures and heard people talk about it before but I didn’t think that it would be so… so magical. Patrick watches my reaction, paying more attention to me rather than our surroundings. 

We stroll along, admiring the lights and seeing the different animals. My heart flutters with every glance Patrick throws my way, every time he smiles, or every time he tells me how cute I am along the way. For as long as I’ve been with Patrick I don’t think we’ve ever been on a date that made me fall in love with him all over again like tonight has. I feel like this is our first date almost. We’re shy to each other while being so comfortable with one another, nothing is forced.

After a half an hour, or so, we stop in front of the penguin habitat, my favorite animal. I look at the animals in bewilderment, Patrick moving behind me. I become so immersed in watching them I don’t seem to realize what he’s doing. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small blue velvet box. Opening it, he pulls out its contents smiling to himself.

Patrick reaches infant of me, moving to rest something on my chest. He startles me, causing me to turn my attention from what’s in front of us to what he’s doing. A pendent falls on top of the maroon scarf wrapped around my neck. Patrick closes the clasp on the necklace before letting it completely fall into place. Thank god I decided to wear my hair up tonight otherwise that would have been really awkward.

I turn around to face him, looking down at the pendent. It’s a beautiful silver necklace with a heart locket. I open it to see mine and Patrick’s initials and the day we met engraved on the inside. I look up at Patrick, tears forming in my eyes. I fling my arms around him, snuggling my face in the crook on his neck as tears of joy silently ruin down from my eyes.

“I love you so much Patrick,” I whisper to him.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you know,” Patrick replies wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close to him even though you couldn’t slide a dollar between our bodies.

“Thank you, for this and for everything else.”

“You deserve the world and more Y/N,” he whispers in response.

I remove my head from Patrick, looking at him with a small smile. Without any warning, I move my lips onto his. Patrick freezes, unable to move. That is until his lips melt into mine, moving with mine. Its filled with so much passion and love, so much so that’s it’s indescribable.

“Gosh I love you,” Patrick says with a bright smile, accompanied by a blush.

“I love you too. Thanks for making this the best Christmas ever,” I reply with a smile before bringing him in for a kiss once again.

This really is turning out to be the best Christmas ever and I’m so glad to have Patrick by my side.

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It is an unspoken rule that if a little kid is hiding under a blanket or couch cushions, you are required to comment on how lumpy the blanket is and pretend to sit on it to try and “smooth it out.”

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This made me smile

#I've been having such a hard time with this #but this put a smile on my face #having an image of him playing the kazoo in a crowd full of harps

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Hey hope to not bother but can you post the link to your masterlist please? Have a nice day xo

You’re not being a bother! Just let me know if the link doesn’t work. I hope you have a nice day too! 😊💜

Masterlist

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I haven’t been able to really talk about my feelings toward Jonghyun and about his death and everything, except for a few tweets here and there. SHINee is one of the two groups that got me into Kpop, that was 5-6 years ago now, so this has been really affecting me. Even though I didn’t know him personally I feel like I have lost someone close to me, that I lost a friend because his music and the group’s music has meant so much to me. 

I got ‘1 of 1′ for Christmas last year, and honestly that album is what got me through dealing with my grandmothers death and everything else that blew up at the beginning of this year. 

The one thing that I do regret, and always will now, is not going to the concert SHINee had in California back in March. 

i know for a lot of people to understand what we, the Shawols, are going through. When I told my mom about it right when I found out she said, “there’s no reason for you to be upset, you didn’t even know him.” Just because we do not personally know those musicians who we connect with, whose music because practically part of our being, doesn’t mean that we are unaffected by anything that happens. It’s an extremely hard thing to love this person in an indescribable and have to deal with the reality of their passing. They way I’ve been feeling these past couple of days is something that I don’t think I could every really explain to someone in a way that they would understand. 

The one thing, however, that I have really wanted to express in some form is how inappropriate some of the media coverage has been both here in the US and there in South Korea. Today, they (being his family, friends, and members of SHINee) laid Jonghyun to rest and immediately pictures started circulating of the procession. It didn’t even start there, media outlets were also taking pictures or videos of those going to and leaving the memorial service. Seeing those pictures and videos circulating being circulated broke my heart because this is a time that is so incredibly hard for those who were close to him that it’s an invasion of privacy. Then, to see these fan account for other groups posting these same photos when there is no reason for them to post them. I mean, agree with me or not about this but this is just how I feel about this and my view point. 

I’m this post is all over the place and even if no one really reads it, I just wanted to post my thoughts and feelings since I haven’t been able to truly express them. 

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Can 2018 be the end of fanwars? The end of comparison of groups? The end of hate altogether?

This should be a reminder that it doesn’t matter who has more daesangs on display. It doesn’t matter if your faves are popular or not. It doesn’t matter. None of it does.

What matters is love. Support. Kindness.

What matters is that our idols are human too. They feel sadness, lonlieness, and worthlessness as well as happiness and laughter. They can be in a stadium with 20,000 people yet feel alone standing on that stage with their members; their fans right in front of them.