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calumcest · 4 years

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you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

ta @clumsyclifford for tagging me despite knowing what shambles my music taste is honestly a brave woman <3 also before i start this off i want to say this playlist is 15 hours long and only has like 40 britpop songs on it so just in case spotify keeps spitting britpop out at me i want to put a disclaimer here

all i need - radiohead. this is a BANGER god maybe i would die for thom yorke...maybe i would

tomorrow’s money - my chemical romance. okay i know lots of people dont vibe w this song but it was actually my favourite mcr song for a while i think it SLAPS i love the ‘i stopped bleeding three years ago while you keep screaming for revolution’ bit

backseat serenade - all time low. i stand by this being one of their best songs simply for the ‘aren’t you sick of sleeping alone’ and the final ‘oh god i’m sick of sleeping alone’

song 2 - blur. i wont apologise for this its a fucking ANTHEM and that aside ‘i’m never sure why i need you’ is one of my favourite lyrics

lost in reality - 5sos. okay this is literally one of my top 3 5sos songs it fucking goes off so hard i dont care what anyone else says and yes the lyrics are shocking but its no just saying this song is almost on par w babylon and lwh for me

slide away - oasis. now this song slaps i have to say i love the way its played on definitely maybe very dirty and raw but noel did an acoustic version of it and i think i prefer that one although i prefer liams voice on it @ liam odds on a cheeky slide away acoustic?

take on me - a-ha. this song goes off theres nowt better to dance around the kitchen to w your housemates while you try to make a lasagne but forget the pasta layers and just end up doing bolognese-bechamel-bolognese-bechamel for like 4 layers

the carpal tunnel of love - fall out boy. i think i have almost the entirety of infinity on here bc its genuinely such a banging album top to bottom

durch den monsun - tokio hotel. HAAAAAA okay this song fucking goes off thats all i’ll say about it everything tokio hotel released up to humanoid was wall to wall bangers

that’s the truth - mcfly. the verses of this leave much to be desired but thats made up for by what a SEXY chorus it has danny jones you have my whole heart

rockafeller skank - fatboy slim. i will not apologise for this one it fucking goes off its on an advert right now and me and my housemates would sit watching the chase and scream this out when it came on during the ad breaks good memories

the boy who could fly - pierce the veil. i cant lie to you selfish machines is a fucking class album i always dither between that and cwts for best album but i think sm edges cwts out a little for me anyway ptv havent done anything worth listening to since 2012

the good the bad and the dirty - panic!. again doab...solid fucking album only edged out from the top spot by how fucking brilliant v&v is nearly witches...tune of the century

canals - all time low. this is one of the best songs off dp and its annoying that they only put it on dpiln but its fine because we got it and also they released dp on my birthday so i have to forgive them for anything they do

dani california - rhcp. WHAT A SONGGGG i’m not really big on rhcp generally but they have some absolute fucking TUNES and this is one of them you tryna tell me youre not gonna scream out BLACK BANDANA SWEET LOUISIANA

karma police - radiohead. goddd this song...is a tune and a fucking half i remember when i saw rh it was the last song they played and the entire bus back to where we needed to go people were singing it on the bus and it was just lovely

playing with fire - ndubz. okay listen...i’ve been on a bit of a kick w this song its actually a fucking banger except in the chorus where it goes yes you did it (eh) the eh just sounds like he’s doing finger guns yk. i cant explain it but it really does

vegas girl - conor maynard. GODDD okay i wont actually take criticism on this one i know its conor maynard but its a fucking BANGER it sucks but it slaps

unorthodox - wretch 32 (ft. example). i forgot this song existed until like 2 weeks ago and ive been listening to it loads bc its fucking brilliant although it gives me slight rizzle kicks vibes

if we shadows (demo) - oasis. only right that we end on oasis maybe spotify is respecting me today...i fucking love this song except the bit where he says me and my brother with the fucking biggest plosive ive ever heard anyway this is just lovely i love noel’s voice i really do and i love him doing acoustic things very pretty...

god i think literally everyone has been tagged at this point so i’m just going to tag people even if you’ve already been tagged you’re getting tagged again @calumsclifford @kaleidoscopeminds and @pxrxmoore

#text #i cant believe i actually only got what was it 3 britpop songs here #thats truly exceptional from spotify given that last time i shuffled this playlist for the asks it gavem e 400 in a row #yes i am doing this at 9am because what else do i hve to do #waiting for my covid test results this is my 3rd day cooped up inside im already going insane #literally so stir crazy that going to shove a huge cotton bud down my throat felt like a treat

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 7 years

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Buttercream Squad Requests

Send a number and a boy :)

That’s no longer relevant.

I’m sorry, I can’t take you seriously.

There’s a joke or two in there.

He can’t do that to us.

I ache all over.

Let’s wait for them.

Who did it to you?

It went to dark places.

We can’t eat all of them.

It wasn’t very convincing.

Who would do that?

We like the darkness.

Can we laugh?

It exhausts me.

Did it count?

I was ready to go.

It’s a tough place.

Let’s wrap things up.

We all talk about it.

Can we kiss you?

I have so many complains.

#buttercream squad #buttercream squad imagines #buttercream squad ships #preferences #Joe Sugg #joe sugg imagine #josh pieters imagine #jack maynard #jack maynard imagine #jack maynard x reader #josh pieters x reader #Conor Maynard #conor maynard imagine

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eternaljouska · 5 years

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Redamancy, Chapter 10 - Lee Jihoon

Pairing: Husband!JihoonxReader

Genre: Angst, the tiniest amount of Fluff

Word Count: 4.4 K

Recommended Song: SHAUN - Way Back Home (feat. Conor Maynard) [Sam Feldt Edit]

A/N: I hope this is a satisfactory conclusion to the series. Well, not really, since there’s still the epilogue, but I don’t want to raise expectations, so… Sorry if this is somehow disappointing.

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Call Soon Hyung. You’re welcome.

That is the content of Seungkwan’s latest message for Jihoon. There were four missed calls and three messages preceding it, but Jihoon didn’t know any of these until he’s about to leave his car.

Hyung, you guys still asleep? I’m outside.

Nobody’s home? Answer my call, hyung.

You in the studio? I’m going there right now.

Jihoon has no ideas as to why Seungkwan was searching adamantly for him like that, and he also doesn’t understand why he needs to call Soonyoung. He was about to do exactly as Seungkwan instructed, but you knock on his window, interrupting him before he can press the call button. “Ji? Let’s go.”

“Oh, okay. Wait a sec.” As he releases his seatbelt, Jihoon quickly types a short message for Soonyoung with one hand, asking what’s going on with Seungkwan.

“What is it?” you ask once Jihoon’s out from the car.

“Uh?”

“Are you needed in the company?”

“No. No. Just… Seungkwan. He visited when we’re on our way here and then he told me to call Soonyoung. I was just sending a short text for him.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go then.” You grab Jihoon’s hand and lead the way to the elevator. Both of you are currently in Jihoon’s old apartment building. After having the conversation about your children, Jihoon suggested that you two take turns showering right away so that you can catch a quick brunch at a random restaurant you passed along the way before you pick your children up.

It was indeed a quick brunch. There’s not much in your conversation, but it left both of you in such a pleasant mood. Even now in the elevator, Jihoon’s hand is still snug in yours, drawing a permanent smile on his lips. The ding of the elevator breaks into Jihoon’s thought. He silently curses at the intrusion because the moment the elevator opens, you hurried out to search for Jihoon’s door, forgetting the poor man behind with his unattended hand.

When Jihoon arrives at your side, there’s already a click in the door, a sign that it’s only a matter of seconds before you both meet your sons again. The moment that Jihoon’s mom opens the door for the both of you, Jaemin shouts from behind her and jumps to your side, followed by Jimin, who’s running with all his might and only stopping once he’s able to hug your feet.

“Mommy! Daddy! Are we going home? Are we going home?” Jimin bubbles, jumping up and down with his hands raised above his head as to ask you to lift him up.

You kneel down instead, that way you can look at the two boys from the same level. “Let’s go inside first, okay?”

As soon as Jihoon gets to the living room, his phone rings with Soonyoung’s name displayed on the bright screen. “Excuse me, it’s Soonyoung,” he says to you who’s being dragged by Jaemin and Jimin to their room and his mom who’s following them.

“Hey, Jihoon. Where are you? We need to meet.”

“Hey, uh, I’m picking up the kids. Just arrived. What’s it about? Is this something serious?” Jihoon walks away from the living room to the kitchen, settling himself on one of the chairs near the counter.

First, your car. And second, I got your rings, well, Y/n’s.”

“The rings that she threw away last night?”

“She threw them away?”

“That’s… not the point. Ugh, God,” Jihoon grunts, placing one hand on the counter and resting his head on top of it.

“Jihoon? What happens?”

Jihoon turn his head a little to peek at the children room for you before he answers in something closer to a whisper, “What am I supposed to do with them?”

“What? Give them back to Y/n, of course. What else?”

“Yeah, hey, Y/n, here are the rings that you threw away last night because I suck as a husband. You still want them, right? No? Oh, great. It’s okay. I’m okay. Take—“

Soonyoung chuckles at Jihoon’s constant rambling. Despite the younger man’s effort to play down the situation, he knows that the anxiety is real. “It’s okay, Jihoon. You’ve been forgiven already, right?”

“Not really. Still on my way there. That’s why I can’t just come to her and give the rings. I don’t want to remind her of her meltdown last night—or more like the reason of her meltdown last night.”

“Jihoon,” Soonyoung starts as he exhales, “It’s okay.”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay then, would you prefer I give the rings directly to her? Or maybe put the rings on her finger myself?”

“Ya! Kwon Soonyoung!” Jihoon exclaims rather loudly that he snaps his head around to see whether it’s caught anyone’s attention. “Don’t you dare,” he stresses every syllable of his words, but the other man only laughs, clearly delighted at how easily he can rile Jihoon.

“Just kidding. You can do something like a re-proposal, I don’t know. I mean- God, I’m brilliant! Yes! Do that! Redo the proposal in that fancy restaurant. Maybe it can trigger her memory. I can gather the boys real quick. Wait- No! Crap! Seungkwan has a schedule today, I don’t know about tomorrow, but—“

“Soonyoung,” Jihoon interrupts, “I… I don’t want to go that strong. I just want to take it slow and not overwhelm her. Also, if I redo the proposal—God damn it, that’s gonna be our third proposal—what about the wedding? I… I want something simple, with only the both of us, or… I don’t know…”

“Hmm… I’ll think of something. Let’s meet tomorrow, okay? And don’t let her know about it. I got to go. Bye!”

The call ends even before Jihoon has the chance to express anything, not his sorry nor his gratitude.

“Jihoon,” his mom calls and motions for him to go sit with her on the couch. “I’m sorry, but I heard a little bit of your conversation on the phone. Would you tell me what happened between you and Y/n?” Once Jihoon reaches the living room, Mrs. Lee places his hand on his shoulder as to guide him down to the couch.

Jihoon gives the children room another quick look to make sure that you’re still too occupied to hear him. His mom who notices this speaks up once again, “She’s still packing their clothes.”

“She… had flashbacks about our fight, the day before my enlistment, and the wedding. And, um, I think everything confused her, and I wasn’t there to sort things out for her. I guess she felt lonely. No, she must have felt a lot of things. Hurt, betrayal. She went through everything alone and last night- I guess last night was her breaking point. She let everything out and even threw our engagement and wedding rings. But- But we talked. In the morning. She hasn’t exactly forgiven me, but at least she gave me a chance.”

The hand that was on Jihoon’s shoulder moves downward and rests on his thigh, patting it empathetically and encouragingly. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay. As long as you stay by her side.”

“Yes, Mom, but I don’t know what to do about the rings. Soonyoung has—Oh! When are you planning to go back to Busan?” Jihoon widens his eyes and swiftly changes the conversation when you walk out of the room with two bags on your hands and two boys on your tail.

Mrs. Lee catches on her son’s intention and follows along, “Oh, I don’t know well. You two came here in short notice, so I haven’t planned anything.”

“You can go stay with us for as long as you want,” you chime in as you place the two bags down. Jihoon grunts inwardly at this, not because of the suggestion you made but because of the action you just did—or more like he didn’t do. He should’ve helped you with the bags, but that thought didn’t even cross his mind as he’s distracted, trying to hide his previous conversation.

“That would be great, but I can only stay for so long, dear.”

“Ah, okay, then. Do you want me to help you pack now?”

“No, don’t bother. I can do it myself.”

“Alright. I’ll just prepare dinner instead. And you two stay here, okay? You play with them, alright?” you say, turning from Jihoon’s mom to the children and lastly to Jihoon before disappearing to the kitchen.

Dinner comes and goes and so does the fifteen-minute drive to your house. Jihoon helps his mom settle in the guest room while you do the same to the kids in theirs. Obviously, your task takes longer than his, for when he passes the slightly-opened door he can see the two boys still huddled on your side in one bed. You have a book on your hands, but Jihoon can’t figure out what the title is from where he’s standing. He takes careful steps inside and squeezes himself next to Jaemin on your left, leaving the boy in a giggle fit.

“Daddy! The bed won’t fit us all!” Jimin argues from his position next to the wall.

You laugh because instead of moving to the other bed—Jaemin’s—Jihoon only squeezes them further, earning him another protest from Jimin who’s now pressed to the wall. “Dad!”

“Okay, okay”—Jihoon stands and raises his arms up in resignation—“You just don’t love Daddy anymore. It’s okay,” he says as he fakes crying, clutching his chest and throwing himself on Jaemin’s bed.

“Daddy!” Jaemin squeals, jumping from Jimin’s bed to the floor and then to his own bed. He climbs on Jihoon’s body and shakes his shoulder when he doesn’t give an immediate response.

“What? Just go to your Mommy and leaves Daddy alone.”

Jihoon’s words fluster his oldest son that he turns to his brother for help. “Jimin! Come here! This is your doing.”

“Ugh, Daddy! Get up!” he orders petulantly as he crawls around you and makes the same little jumps as his brother did before. “Get up. Don’t be like a little boy.”

Jihoon turns around and catches Jaemin as he falls down from his body, not bothering to keep his act anymore. “What? Who calls Daddy a little boy?”

The two boys laugh and look at each other before they chorus, “Grandma!”

“Grandma said you cried and didn’t eat or shower like a little kid when Mommy’s in the hospital,” Jaemin explains.

You raise your head at this, trying to meet Jihoon’s gaze. They do meet for a split second before Jihoon tackles down the two boys and attacks them with tickles. The laughter of the three of them is overpowering the still hours but do not tamper with the comfort that it provides this particular night. A fond smile paints your lips. Looking at Jihoon like this, you understand how you’d agree to bear any and every heartbreak as long as you could stay a little longer by his side.

When their laughter dies down and the boys curl up in Jihoon’s arm, you rise to bid them goodnight. You lean forward to kiss their forehead, but Jimin stops you. “One more story, please? Let Daddy read.”

You look at Jihoon, and he extends his hand to take the book from you. When he has sat down and had the book on his hand, he clicks his tongue, “Why do you guys still read stories with the Big Bad Wolf in them when it scares you?”

“Jimin does, I don’t!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Alright, alright, we can replace them with new books tomorrow. The Big Bad Wolf is no more! How’s that sound? Great?”

“Great!” they answer in unison.

After each of you kisses the kids’ foreheads goodnight at the end of the bedtime story, you go directly to your room to take a shower while Jihoon stays in the living room to make a call. The first try rings for a long time before going to voicemail, but the second time’s connected after only the first ring.

“Hey, I’m sorry. We were at practice,” Soonyoung says, referring to the new group he choreographs for.

“No problem. Have you thought of something yet?”

“Actually, I do. Let’s talk about this over breakfast tomorrow. I need to get right back to the practice. Is it okay?”

“Sure. The usual place at eight?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, thank you.”

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of alarm you don’t remember setting and find the bed empty. You’re slightly disappointed to find that Jihoon has left, but then you heard a clanking sound—from where you assume as the kitchen—and suddenly you get more than a little excited. When you get to the kitchen, the first thing you see is a pancake served on the dining table and a piece of yellow paper next to the plate. Just as you pick the letter up, a voice makes you jump in a start.

“I told him I can just tell you about it, but he insisted on writing a note for you instead.”

“Ah, Mom, good morning.”

Mrs. Lee nods in acknowledgment and smiles because you didn’t call her ‘Mrs. Lee’ again like you did in the middle of your ride home last night. “I’m going to freshen up a little bit while you enjoy your breakfast. Jihoon made that, so it might be cold now. And, um, sorry for the noise earlier. I was trying to place the water pot in the cabinet, but it fell down.”

“No worries. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Okay, then. I’ll leave you to it,” Mrs. Lee says as he passes you and nods towards the letter.

It says that Jihoon is out with the two boys to buy books because they’re too eager to wait a little longer. While this is actually true, Jihoon with the boys don’t go directly to the bookstore, instead they have breakfast with Soonyoung first. The children are busy with their pancakes, having craving to eat one after Jihoon denied their request at home and made only one mix for you, while Jihoon is talking with Soonyoung in a hushed voice despite the pretty slow restaurant.

“Redo-proposal, at the Hill,” Soonyoung smirks, the pride from his idea flowing out with his words as he shoves a wooden ring box to Jihoon.

The younger man opens the unfamiliar box to find the two rings that seem to have been gone from your finger for too long. “But,” Jihoon starts, “She hasn’t said anything about the rings. What if- What if she doesn’t want them. At least, not yet. I told you we’re taking this really slowly.”

Soonyoung answers him with a sigh. “Wasn’t this the kind of attitude that distanced you from her after the accident?”

“I- I know, but—“

“No buts. Just ask her to meet you at the Hill to search for the rings together. That will make kneeling down such a reasonable thing to do. And then the rest is up to you. Tell her about your feeling and everything else you have to say. This is your chance, Jihoon.”

Jihoon considers Soonyoung’s words for a few moments while playing with his own wedding band. It is hurt to feel or see your bare finger whenever he does. “Alright, this is my chance,” he repeats in resolution.

“Daddy?” asks Jimin.

“Uh, what’s up, buddy?”

“When will we buy new books? We’re done eating.”

It’s true. The two boys’ plates are now empty; they have eaten all their food diligently. But this, in addition to Jimin’s words earlier, only reminds him of his original plan with the boys. “Wait a little more, okay? We’ll go right after this. I need to take them to the bookstore,” he says, turning to Soonyoung at the end of his sentence. “And, uh, I use Y/n’s car. There’s no way I’m gonna ask her to take a cab to meet me at the Hill.”

“Well, you can send the boys home after your shopping and pick her up and drive together to the Hill. I suggested you meet her there only because I think you’d need the time to prepare and rehearse on the location. It doesn’t have to be today. I can take your car back and you can both go with a separate car—wait, do you even comfortable letting her drive herself?”

“No, not really. And I think I can’t do this any other day. I- I might not have the courage.”

“Okay, then. Call her to get ready, or not. I’ll be the chauffeur—or rather, the head of your army—who is ready to send your queen your way, Your Majesty.”

“Shut up. You? The head of my army? Can’t Seungkwan do it instead?” Jihoon quips, half serious and half joking.

“What is this betrayal? Jihoon, I thought you trust me. Seungkwan’s not available, okay? That dude’s busy, that’s why he gave me the rings.”

Jihoon brushes Soonyoung’s comments off. “Alright, alright, whatever. Imma need to go.”

“Alright, good luck, mate.”

“Hm,” he acknowledges as he puts some money on the table and stands, gesturing the kids to do the same and greet Soonyoung goodbye. “Soonyoung. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Aye, Seungkwan found the rings. I only bought the box. He said he lost your ring once. The least he can do is find those ones and bring them back to you.”

Jihoon lets out a low chuckle, his heart warming at the thought of everything his members have done for him. “I’ll thank him later. But seriously, thank you. And, um, I’m sorry.”

Now it’s Soonyoung’s turn to chuckle, “No problem. I know the reason you get jealous easily when I’m with Y/n is that you love me. Too much, if I might add.”

“Seriously?” Jihoon deadpans, but turns to his kids as Jimin tugs at the hem of his shirt. “I got to go. Thank you again. I’ll text you once I’m at the Hill.”

The said message arrives about an hour after their meeting. It is a very succinct message with only one word, proceed. Soonyoung doesn’t have any particular plan on bringing you to the Hill, which is why he can only grin when you open the door with a faint frown on your forehead, clearly surprised to have him as an uninvited guest.

“Soonie? Jihoon’s not home. He—“

“I know. He texted me.” And then another brilliant idea pops into Soonyoung’s head. “He said he’s searching for your rings at the Hill.”

“What? No- no, he’s taking the kids to the bookstore. That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, crap! I’m sorry. Oh, God. He’s going to kill me.” Soonyoung pretends to be panicked and even go as far as turning around to walk back to Jihoon’s car. It takes you exactly two steps to finally take his bait.

“Wait! Don’t you dare move from that spot. I’ll just tell Mom that I need to go meet Jihoon, and then you need to take me to the Hill.”

“But, Y/n, I was just gonna drop his car. I have practice in half an hour.”

“Soonyoung, please? Just… Take me there, and you can go. Drop the car later or tomorrow.” The frown on your forehead deepens, but Soonyoung takes his time to consider his answer.

“Well, okay, I guess I can do that.”

“Mom! I’m going to go meet Jihoon! Soonyoung will drive me!” Apparently, you have a little doubt towards Soonyoung that instead of telling Mrs. Lee directly like you initially intended, you only duck your head inside and shout for her, to which she replies with another shout of okay, take care.

You close the door to your house and skip all the way to where Soonyoung parked the car. Once the car gears to life, though, your cheerful front has dropped altogether.

“Hey, Y/n, what’s wrong?” asks Soonyoung a few minutes into the ride.

“Why would he want to search for them alone?”

“Uh, I- I don’t kno—“

“I was the one who threw them out of spite.”

“Do you regret it, though?”

“Hm?” You turn your head towards Soonyoung at his question, and he meets your gaze through the rear-view mirror. “I… I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t have a solid thought about everything because I can’t remember, you know. But I know that what I did was cruel. Just throwing them out like that.”

“Well, maybe Jihoon knows that you’re confused. Maybe he doesn’t want to force them on you. I mean, would you wear the rings from an engagement or wedding you don’t remember being a part of?”

“Don’t say something like that,” you say sternly.

“Why? Would you, though?”

The answer is obvious. But when Soonyoung puts it like this, you can’t help but go over your thoughts and feelings once again. Your words come out as a mumble when you finally speak, “I don’t remember most of everything. But that sounds like an excuse the more I think or tell someone about it. I love him. That I know, so of course… Of course, I would wear them.”

Shooting you one last look, Soonyoung replies with a smirk, “All is good, then. We’re here.” He pulls to a stop near the walkway to the Hill. You look up from your lap and realize that you’ve indeed arrived at the location; the car that Jihoon drives—yours—is parked right in front of you. It turns out that alternating between the conversation you have with Soonyoung and the one in your head costs a long enough time. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you very much.”

“Y/n,” Soonyoung says right before you close the car door on him. “Don’t be too hard on yourself—and him.”

You nod, “Thank you, really.”

And with that, Soonyoung reverses back and drives away from you.

The first thing that catches your attention is your two boys leaning on the Big Tree facing the walkway: Jaemin is muttering the words of the book on his hand and Jimin is iterating the act of stacking the rest of the new books and knocking them over. You quicken your pace with worry because Jihoon is nowhere to be seen.

The two boys stop what they’re doing and raise their head when your shadow falls in front of them. “Mommy!”

And as if on cue, Jihoon appears from the opposite side of the tree, muttering your name groggily, “Y/n.”

“Jihoon! I thought you’re not with them. I was worried!” you scold him as you walk, still with the same fast pace, towards where he stands.

“I’m sorry. Um, Y/n,” he repeats and then gets on one knee when you arrive in front of him. Gathering his courage, Jihoon stares at the ground while taking a few deep breaths, the bottom of his lips is caught between his teeth. When his erratic heartbeat loses its ultimate control over his auditory sense, Jihoon realizes that you’ve been calling his name for a few times now. He lets out another long breath before he looks up and stares into your bewildered eyes. “Y/n, I… I know I have not been fulfilling the promises I made in the past. Even if there’s a time that I did, somehow I just stopped without really knowing why. I know that I cannot give you any more promises for fear that I would just disappoint you again. But you’re giving me another chance yet again, and I- I am so thankful for it. I’m so thankful for you. Because I love you, and I want you to believe that I mean it. And I can’t- I can’t let you go, Y/n.

“So here I am, kneeling down in front of you, for the third time, asking for your hand again. And I hope that you’d deign to accept me again”—Jihoon takes out the wooden ring box and opens it, presenting the ring for you—“Y/n, I don’t think I have the right question to ask today. But would you let me—“

“Yes,” you begin, fresh tears already forming in your eyes. “Yes, Jihoon. Whatever that sentence entails, yes.”

Jihoon bites on his lips again to prevent him from smiling too widely. He reaches for your hand to slowly slip the ring to your finger, starting from the engagement ring. But before he can put the wedding band on your ring finger, you stop him. “Wait. I, um, there’s a condition. Explain to me why you, um, dragged the kids into this.”

“Oh, that.” Jihoon scratches the back of his neck, a big grin immediately taking over his face. He takes a few steps back to peek around the Big Tree for the children. Both of them are now busy stacking the books into a tower. Nevertheless, roses still manage to bloom on Jihoon’s cheek, realizing that the kids have possibly been listening to his cheesy confession. “This is kind of unplanned. Ugh, God, I’m so stupid. I should’ve asked Soonyoung to play with them or whatever, but I don’t want to make it look like—“

“Jihoon, stand up.”

“Huh?”

“Just… stand up.” You take his arms to help him get to his feet, but he doesn’t budge.

Panic starts crawling from the tip of Jihoon’s fingertips to the beating of his heart. He reaches for your hands again and holds them tightly. “But Y/n“—Jihoon stops himself from continuing his words when you walk closer to him and fall to both of your knees in front of him—“Y/n, what are you doing?”

A gentle smile spreads on your lips as you move your ring finger up and down a few times, signaling him to continue his previous action. “Do it.”

“What?”

“The ring. Before I change my mind.”

“No! Wait, no! I’ll do it.” Jihoon takes the wedding band again and carefully slides it into your ring finger, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, Y/n,” Jihoon begins as both of you walk back to where the car’s parked, your sons walking ahead of you hand in hand.

“What is it?”

“Thank you.” He nudges at you with his elbow. “And just so you know, you kneeling down up there, it’s happened before.”

“Me? I- I was the one who proposed?”

Jihoon’s crisp chuckles ring throughout the quiet hill. “Hmm, no. Not exactly.”

“Then what happened?” you urge.

“Well, let’s go home first, shall we? Because that, that is a story for another time, isn’t it?”

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Taglist: @thatfangurltho @chwenchew @la-hermosaluna @heolykpop

#jihoon angst #jihoon fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #woozi angst #woozi fluff #lee jihoon angst #lee jihoon fluff #lee jihoon scenaro #woozi seventeen #seventeen #seventeen scenario #woozi scenario #jihoon scenario #angst #fluff #jihoon imagines

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softkqspbrak · 4 years

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tag 8 people you would like to know better.

tagged by @alittlebitfrosty ,,,thank you!!

favourite colours: red and pink

last song i listened to: white teeth teens- lorde

favourite musicians: troye sivan, girl in red, 1d, niall horan, louis tomlinson, harry styles, conor maynard, the 1975, 5sos, conan gray, cavetown, shawn mendes, the vamps

last film i watched: the breakfast club

last tv show i watched: the walking dead, tvd, supernatural

favourite original character: eddie kaspbrak + richie tozier

sweet, spicy or savoury: savoury

sparkling water, tea or coffee: coffee (preferably iced)

pets: two dogs and a tortoise

tagging: anyone who wants to do it

#tagged #i dont have anyone to tag oops

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fanficaddict-ed · 8 years

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Children- Buttercream Preference

Joe- Ryder, Reece (13)

Caspar- Emma- 17, Thalia-14, Lucy- 6, Finlay-4

Josh- Max-17 , Lucas- 15,

Conor- Isabelle- 6

Jack- Rosalind- 17, Leo-15, Hudson- 11, Bentley -9, Olive- 4

Oli- Paloma- 12, Reid- 9

Mikey- Aurora-14, Linc- 10, Phoenix- 8

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idontknowapil · 7 years

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Cuddling preference for the buttercream boys?

Of course! This is my first preference, I hope its okay!

Caspar

- I think that Caspar would be a little bit clingy when he cuddles {Not in a bad way though}- Likes to ‘hold you’ {Like the picture above}- Is a little bit like a child with a teddy

Conor

- I can’t really see Conor being a very cuddly person- You are more likely to initiate the cuddling {He doesn’t decline though}

Jack

- This cheeky boi- Jack loves to cuddle- anywhere, anytime - “Sorry boys I can’t film, I have business to attend to” then probably winks at the end

Joe

- Cuddling time is relaxing time- It's very calm and very chill- Maybe some music quietly being played in the background

Josh

- Secretly loves to cuddle - When he gets stressed out over a video or something, cuddling helps him take the stress away {wow that got deep}- Most likely to have random conversations about anything whilst cuddling

Mikey

- I don’t really see Mikey as being that cuddly either- Same as Conor to be honest

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gustingirl · 5 years

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New Tags!

Hi loves! Let me explain to you, so basically @trashlord-007 (sweetest baby in the world) has tagged me in some tags so to not post all of them separately, i thought of put them all in this post under a continue reading so only the ones i tag are doomed to see them all so i’ll put them all now!

i’m tagging @edenlilyrose @loverseungkwan @christina-dh @utterinq @uwu-jungoo @forxnarnia @peachy-101 and whoever wants to suffer this lol

MUSIC TAG GAME

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people! no skipping!

1. Way Back Home by SHAUN feat. Conor Maynard 2. Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses 3. Yendo a la Casa de Damián by Cuarteto de Nos 4. I’m Fine by BTS 5. Save Me Tonight by Sonus Band 6. Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson 7. Beautiful Girl by The Rose 8. Lo Siento by Super Junior feat. Leslie Grace 9. Sin Mirar Atras by David Bisbal 10. Good Morning Baltimore by Hairspray soundtrack

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FIVE THINGS

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

Wallet lol

Keys

Pads (u gotta be careful babygirl)

Chapstick

Earphones (i’m broke i don’t have air pods lmao)

5 of my favourite things:

Family and friends

Online friends :)

Kpop

Youtube and Netflix

Myself

5 things on my to-do list:

Watch shows recommended by friends lol

Go to sleep at my friend’s place

Journals!

My learn korean journal lol

Take care of myself better!

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SIX RANDOM FACTS

(gonna base them all on @trashlord-007 ‘s answers)

1. I have Polish ascendency so i’m very white, very white 2. I suffer from very bad back and neck contractures, so i have headaches a lot 3. I’ve decided i wanted to do smth to lose weight so i’m starting zumba at the end of January 4. I’ve had dogs ever since i was born 5. I’m only child with no cousins (basically on this side of my family there aren’t any more kids) so i’ve always been spoiled by my family lol i’m privileged and i admit it 6. I enjoy listening to music in other languages, my favorites (besides KPOP of course), are Jewish and Brazilian music

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FANFIC TROPES

Rules: copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.

slow burn or love at first sight fake dating or secret dating enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence (just cause i can’t deal with long distance, too painful for me) hurt/comfort or amnesia fantasy au or modern au mutual pining or domestic bliss (idk any of these two) smut or fluff (if i have to be honest....lol) canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic alternate universe or future fic one-shot or multi-chapter kid fic or roadtrip fic (means like with kids or as kids?) reincarnation or character death arranged marriage or accidental marriage high school romance or middle-aged romance time travel or isolated together neighbors or roommates sci-fi au or magic au bodyswap or genderbend (idk never read any with these) angst or crack apocalyptic or mundane

had to google half of these lmao

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BEST K - ALBUMS OF 2019

this was very hard

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#tag game #jukeboxie

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guernsey-island · 4 years

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Please answer 1-98 >:3

Weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? water bottles 2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars 3. bubblegum or cotton candy? cotton candy, though I don't like either very much 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? I don't know 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? plastic cups??? 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? sportswear I guess 7. earbuds or headphones? I only have earbuds right now, but I like both 8. movies or tv shows? tv shows, but that doesn't mean I don't like movies too 9. favorite smell in the summer? the ocean 10. game you were best at in p.e.? capture the flag 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? whatever I can find 12. name of your favorite playlist? "Good Songs :D" 13. lanyard or key ring? key ring 14. favorite non-chocolate candy? I don't particularly like any non-chocolate candy. Too artificial and sweet :/ 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 16. most comfortable position to sit in? leaning back and with my legs out 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? white converse 18. ideal weather? raining or a mild temperature like 80 degrees F paired with high humidity 19. sleeping position? I fall asleep on my side and wake up on my back 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Google docs heheh 21. obsession from childhood? I was one of those warrior cats kids (no, I didn't pretend to be warrior cats at recess) 22. role model? Snickers 23. strange habits? popping my back, checking sunset/sunrise times 24. favorite crystal? all crystals are great 25. first song you remember hearing? Counting Stars by OneRepublic 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? hiking 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? reading 28. five songs to describe you? Modern Loneliness- Lauv // Scared of Heights- Loving Caliber // backpack- slchld // By Now- Will Jay // Come True- khai dreams, Forrest., Biskwiq 29. best way to bond with you? don't annoy me 30. places that you find sacred? the beach when no one is there or deep in the mountains 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 32. top five favorite vines? road work ahead, jared 19, damn daniel, 2 bros chillin in a hot tub, x files theme 33. most used phrase in your phone? probably >:3 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? that spotify ad about peter and jumping/skipping rope. IF you knew what an 8track tape was!! 35. average time you fall asleep? ~2:30am 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? the pepe the frog memes 37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase 38. lemonade or tea? lemonade but tea is also superb 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon cake bc I've never had lemon meringue pie 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? I don't really remember. Let's go with Mr. Rightmyer and Mr. Mikow in general (ig matrix_multiplication). or maybe the time Sami put a lamp on her head and pretended to be Shaggy 41. last person you texted? Snickers 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie 44. favorite scent for soap? hmmm something tropical 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? clothing 47. favorite type of cheese? swiss or colby jack or parmigiano-reggiano 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? peaches bc they're the best fruit 49. what saying or quote do you live by? "you become what you think about" "success is the progressive realization of a worthy goal or ideal"- Earl Nightingale "the opposite of courage is not cowardice, it is conformity" "sanity and happiness are an impossible combination"- Mark Twain "If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading"- Lao Tzu "failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough" - Og Mandino 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? let's go with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TilHylia7rE and more recently, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voncdcV648g 51. current stresses? upcoming exams, writing essays 52. favorite font? My current favorites are Frank Ruhl Libre, Overlock, and Rajdhani 53. what is the current state of your hands? good, though I perpetually have a bump on one finger from writing too much 54. what did you learn from your first job? job?? what job? 55. favorite fairy tale? three little pigs 56. favorite tradition? sleeping 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? I don't know 58. four talents you’re proud of having? Freestyling (ground moves and juggling), shooting knuckleballs, popping my back really well, running a 5-6 minute mile 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? I don’t know what my catchphrase would be 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? a shonen where the protagonist is trying to survive in a crazy world, become the best at something, or master some special power (examples: tower of god or solo leveling if it was an anime) OR something with a mafia 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Well, if you only knew how little I really know about the things that matter"- Elio in cmbyn the movie (think about this quote all the time) "Let us cultivate our garden"-Candide in Candide by Voltaire “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”- Sinclair in Demian by Hermann Hesse “I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”- Sinclair in Demain by Hermann Hesse “Know yourself and go in swinging.”- More than this by Patrick Ness “Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”- Charlie in Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes Tons of quotes and references from Arthur, httyd, and other media 62. seven characters you relate to? Lance (vld), zuko (atla), okonkwo (things fall apart), nwoye (things fall apart), bokuto (haikyuu), sinclair (demian), hiccup (httyd) 63. five songs that would play in your club? Wednesday Girl- Elijah Who, Aso, Peachy!, Kudasaibeats, slchld // Way Back Home- SHAUN, Conor Maynard, Sam Feldt // Let Me Down Slow (Acoustic)- New Hope Club // Crush Culture- Conan Gray // All Night Long- TAEYEON, LUCAS 64. favorite website from your childhood? animal jam 65. any permanent scars? I have a ton of scars on my legs and knees. I ran into a cart at staples once and have a big scar from that. I have a few scars on my elbows too 66. favorite flower(s)? columbine (CO state flower) 67. good luck charms? none 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I have no idea 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I don’t know 70. left or right handed? right 71. least favorite pattern? cheetah or zebra print 72. worst subject? hmmm biology but only bc I don't put in the effort 73. favorite weird flavor combo? I don't know. I like food 74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I don't think I've experienced enough pain to accurately answer this question. I've only taken ibuprofen once (when I got my wisdom teeth taken out), but I didn't think it was that necessary to take 75. when did you lose your first tooth? probably when I was six 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? scalloped potatoes, hash browns, Spanish tortillas, potato salad, mashed potatoes 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? aloe vera 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi from a grocery store 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school ID 80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth tones 81. fireflies or lightning bugs? they're called fireflies 82. pc or console? pc 83. writing or drawing? writing 84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts 84. barbie or polly pocket? no 85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies 87. your greatest fear? Accidentally biting off my tongue and then choking on it, seeing things in mirrors, being stabbed with a knife as I enter a hotel elevator, receiving emails 88. your greatest wish? Happiness??? I don’t know 89. who would you put before everyone else? Snickers 90. luckiest mistake? I don't know 91. boxes or bags? boxes 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? sunlight 93. nicknames? let's not talk abt that,,, 94. favorite season? spring or summer 95. favorite app on your phone? google play books, goodreads, tumblr, kakaotalk, spotify, google keep 96. desktop background? it's a slideshow. the background at the moment is a photo of Manarola, Italy taken by Peter Hegedus. It's one of my favorite photographs of all time 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? three not including 911 (so four) 98. favorite historical era? 1300s in the Mongol empire or around when the spice trade was at its peak, 1800s in America during westward expansion, 1920s, ancient egypt, Harlem Renaissance

#ask #queen-defender-on-ice

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5sosyn-imagines · 8 years

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//homesick//

Anon - “4. with Oli White please?” | “So, did you want to come or not?”

This imagine is really short, I had absolutely no inspiration for this one! But I hope it’s okay otherwise! :)

Oli’s p.o.v

Y/n has been feeling really homesick lately and I honestly don’t blame her. When I first moved away from home I did get quite homesick. SO I decided to surprise her with a little surprise trip to her hometown.

We were both snuggled up to one another, on rainy day when I knew that it was time to tell her about the trip I’d organised for her.

“Sooooo Y/n” she looked up at me waiting for me to continue,

“I kind of, well I sort of did something” I explained instantly regretting my choice of words, I thought this was going to be 1000x more romantic.

“What did you do Oli?” Y/n said as she lifted her self off of me and intensely watching me,

“I booked a trip for us two, to go back to your hometown” I paused waiting for her reaction, she sort of just sat there in shock,

“Because I know you’ve been feeling home sick lately and I rea-” I was shortly cut off with her pressing her lips against mine, she pulled back after a short while, still with a shocked expression on her face.

“I love you so much Oli”

“I love you too” I smiled back at her, she continued to just sit there and stare at me, still in shock that she gets to go back home and visit her family.

“So, did you want to come or not?” I jokingly asked her, breaking her out of her intense stare,

“Of course I do! Thank you so much Oli” Y/n said to me as she wrapped her arms around me, bringing me in for an embrace.

#oli #white #oli white #oli white imagine #oli white imagines #buttercream boys #buttercream #buttercream gang #buttercream squad #joe sugg #jack maynard #conor maynard #caspar lee #josh pieters #mikey pearce #imagine #imagines #preferences

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rawrkittenpurr · 6 years

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Personal Trainer AU - Jack Maynard Imagine

Word count: 4068

Rating: Explicit (really, truly explicit. mostly pwp smut. please don’t read if you are underage and/or unconfortable with that)

Warnings: none

Summary: Jack is substituting for your regular PT. Sex ensues.

„Hi, my name is Y/N and I have a session booked in with Louisa at six”, you said to the girl at the reception, handing over your gym membership card.

„Oh, I’m so sorry, Louisa had to call in sick today. Someone should’ve called you, but they must have forgotten. I’m terribly sorry, it’s been a bit of a rush here today, with two of our trainers feeling poorly… But I’m sure we can find someone to cover your session, or you could go in and train on your own? Of course we will refund you the price of the training!” the girl said apologetically.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’m sure all your trainers are equally good, I don’t mind if someone else takes over, truly. But please do find someone for me, because left to my own devices I know I will just spend 20 minutes on the elliptical watching Brooklyn 99 and call it a day”, you smiled at the girl. It was Friday night, you had a busy week of work behind you and you were not feeling very motivated as of that moment. You came to the gym straight from the office, because you knew from experience that if you’d had to go home to get your stuff, you would’ve just slumped down on the couch and probably not moved until midnight.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do for you. You can go ahead and get changed, and someone will be waiting for you when you’re done”, the receptionist said, handing you a lock and key for the lockers as well as a towel, “and thank you for being so understanding!”

You quickly changed into your workout gear – black leggings, a black sports bra and a flowy purple workout top with an open back –, pulled your hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t bother you, grabbed your water bottle and the towel and headed out of the changing room. You were greeted by a blonde guy about your age, with really pretty blue eyes. He was attractive. This was going to be interesting.

“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Jack, and I’ll be kicking your arse today.”

“And I bet you’re going to enjoy that, won’t you”, you said to test the waters.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too, don’t you worry”, he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. This was indeed going to be interesting all right.

“So I thought we could start with some warm-up, and in the meantime you can tell me about what you’ve been doing with Louisa, what your goals are, so that I can get a better picture of what you’re looking for, does that sound ok to you?”, Jack asked once you’ve walked over to the training area.

“Sure. I’ve been training with Louisa for about two months now I think. I don’t really have a specific goal in mind, I just kinda want to be the fittest version of myself if that makes sense?” you started to explain while Jack was directing you to do some jumps to get your heartrate up. “I used to always say to myself I’ll do it one day, like I’ll do it for my wedding or something, but then one day something in my brain just clicked and I thought why wait, why not do it now?” “So, no wedding coming up then?” Jack intercepted.

“Oh no, definitely single AF”, you laughed, “but it’s chill. I mean, I have everything I need”, you said, first of all to clarify that you were not desperate and second, because it was true. You were really not looking for a relationship and were perfectly happy with the arrangements you had going on when it came to sex. “Anyway”, you continued, progressively getting more out of breath, “don’t get me wrong, I still hate all of this. But then I see the results and I’m like yeah, it’s worth it.”

“I can see that”, Jack said, and you were pretty sure he was checking you out.

Jack was not kidding when he said he would kick your ass. He gave you a very intense workout that pushed you to your limits, but you actually enjoyed it. You preferred working hard over half-assing your workouts; it gave you the satisfaction of knowing you did your best. You also had the feeling he had you do more squats than strictly necessary just so he could check your butt out, but you couldn’t say you minded that either.

“So, it’s Friday, you got any plans tonight?” Jack asked you as you were finishing up your stretching.

“I was actually planning on watching Netflix on my couch, but after this workout I feel strangely energised, so I might need to change those plans”, you admitted.

“Me and a few mates are actually going clubbing later, you can join us if you like. It’ll be around midnight though probably, so I don’t know if you’ll still be awake…”

This went easier than you thought. It wasn’t suave or smart, you could tell Jack was the sort of guy to rely on his looks and charm rather than his wit to woo over the ladies. But in all fairness, he was hot and he did ask you out and he was being quite direct about it, which you appreciated.

“I’m not actually a grandma, I’ll have you know. Midnight sounds good, text me where?” you held out your hand for his phone.

Once you got home, you popped into the shower, washed your hair, moisturised thoroughly with a lotion that made your skin look glowing and smelled deliciously like a tropical cocktail on a beach, poured yourself a big glass of wine, then decided to potter around naked for the next few hours. At around 11, your phone buzzed with a text from Jack.

“Hey Y/N

You still up?”

At this point, you were about 3 glasses of wine in, and still naked, but at least you had successfully finished putting on your makeup.

“Yeah I’m good, just getting ready. Wby?” you texted back.

“Pre-gaming at Joe’s. Gonna get going soon though”

You wrapped yourself in your previously discarded towel, grabbed your wine glass and took a selfie. “Cheers!” you typed, sending the pic to Jack. His reply was a string of emojis, including the fire and the dancing girl one. He also sent you the name of the club and told you to meet them up front in half an hour.

It was time to get dressed. You decided on a set consisting of a high-waisted, tight midi skirt and a crop top. The outfit hugged your curves and showed off a bit of your tummy. Essentially, it put your whole body on display while still making you look relatively dressed up. You debated for a while if Jack was worth wearing heels for, but ultimately decided in favour of them. Then you grabbed your bag and headed down to your Uber.

The club Jack told you to meet them at was of the posh but tacky variety, trying really hard to look like it was in Vegas or something, with secluded ‘VIP areas�� with white leather couches and low, mirrored coffee tables. It was the sort of club mostly frequented by girls in their late teens and men of all ages trying to hit on them. You didn’t much mind the club though, because the music was good, a mixture of hip-hop and R’n’B, easy to dance to and in your opinion much nicer than the monotonous, electronic stuff. There was a little bit of a line forming out front, you hoped that the club would be decently full but not jam-packed. Getting out of the car, you spotted Jack standing a little bit off to the side with a small group of people, and walked over.

“Damn, Y/N”, Jack exclaimed, checking you out from head to toe as you were approaching him, “you looked fine this afternoon, but this is on a whole new level!” He pulled you in and kissed you on the cheek. He smelled really nice, cool and clean and fresh, but with an undercurrent of something spicy.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself, I must say”, you licked your lips. Jack was wearing a dark blue and red, tropical patterned silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few of the top buttons unbuttoned, tight, ripped black jeans and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and wavy and somehow looked both softer and blonder than in the gym. You had the urge to run your hand through it, although you were quite sure it was probably less soft and way more stiff with product than it looked. Also that he wouldn’t appreciate you messing it up. Also that you would totally still do that later.

He waved you over and quickly introduced you to the bunch of people he was with: Joe, Conor, Mikey, Caspar, as well as a few girls whose name you didn’t bother to remember.

“It really isn’t fair”, you heard Joe complain to no one in particular, “Jack pulling these girls who are out of his league all the time.” Jack replied with a grin, saying how it was one of the perks that came with his job. You were not sure if this whole exchange was intended to be much more subtle or if Jack just didn’t care if his dates knew he was a bit of a player, but it was okay. You weren’t looking for anything serious either.

“Come on, Y/N”, Jack motioned you over and put his arm around your waist, skipping the line and guiding you directly towards the door, “this way.”

“Are you famous or something?” you teased as you realized you were entering directly through the previously described VIP lounge.

“I got connections”, he smiled, wiggling his brows at you.

Once inside, you each took a shot of vodka from the chilled bottle of Grey Goose that seemed to have materialised on the table in front of you as soon as the group walked in. A few of the guys took some pics and videos for their Snapchats and Insta stories that some of the girls with you tried really hard to be included in, while others were basically hiding. This was weird, but it was none of your business. A few minutes passed, and you were happily singing along to the songs the DJ was playing, dancing around a little on the spot. You really just wanted to get out on the dancefloor, so you took Jack’s hand and pulled him with you as the tunes of the new Jason Derulo song started blasting from the speakers. You were a decent dancer – definitely not able to come up with imaginative freestyle choreographies on the spot, and you were never quite sure what to do with your hands; but you were pretty good at copying other people’s moves and really good at twerking. What surprised you more was that while most boys tended to just hop from one leg to the other and stay in the background, Jack could actually keep up with you, pulling you closer and giving you space at the right moments while also showing off his moves.

“That was hot”, you exclaimed as the song ended. In return, Jack pulled you in close, grabbed your butt and kissed you hard on the mouth. It was a nice kiss, more lips than tongue, soft and wet and warm, inviting and exploring rather than aggressive and pushy. You had one hand on the small of his back, just above the waistband of his jeans, the other around his neck. You flexed your fingers and scraped your nails slightly against the back of his head, which he seemed to like, as he responded by squeezing you even closer to him, both of his hands on your backside still. Jack licked along your lips and you opened them slightly. Suddenly, he bit down against your lower lip and you pulled in a sharp breath, digging your nails into his skin. Opening your eyes and taking a step back, you broke the kiss and started dancing again. Turning you around, he drew you close to him again so that your back was against him, kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder softly and started to move against you, following the music.

The two of you spent the next hour or so dancing, grinding and making out on the dancefloor, only heading back to your booth twice for a bit of rest, drinks and a few words of shouted conversation over the music. As the night progressed, more of the buttons on Jack’s shirt became undone and you could now see quite a bit of his tanned chest. You have teased each other so long, both of you were completely turned on. You had butterflies in your tummy, a big smile plastered on your face and a pleasant, tingling sensation all over your body, as if your skin was electrified. You were also quite sure you could feel his hardness pushing against your thigh as you pressed into him while dancing. You lowered one hand and traced the outline of his bulge, palming him through his jeans. So far, you had no complaints.

“You wanna get out of here?” you heard Jack shout.

You nodded. “Back to mine? No flatmates, and it’s close to here. I’ll go to the loo and call an Uber, meet me at the booth in 10?”

When you got back to the VIP section, you found only Caspar and two girls at your table. Nevertheless, you said your goodbyes and made your way to the car already waiting for you outside. Thankfully, your flat was indeed close by and in the sparse night-time traffic it only took you about 10 minutes to get there. Which was for the best, because you two had a really hard time keeping your behaviour in the backseat decent. Your skirt, which normally reached to your knees, was pushed up to mid-thigh level, and Jack was stroking along the inside of your leg. Your hands found their way under his shirt, tracing out the hard edges of his body. You were kissing each other differently now, longer, passionately and with more intent, sucking and biting. By the time the car pulled up in front of your house, you were burning with anticipation. Although you usually didn’t tend to, you tipped the driver and made sure to give him 5 stars, he definitely deserved it.

Once you got up to your flat, you kicked off your heels and motioned to the left.

“Bedroom’s that way, bathroom too. Go on, I’ll be there in a minute. And wash your hands, will ya?”

While Jack took off towards your bedroom, you went to the kitchen, washed your hands and filled up two large glasses with cold water, then you followed him into your bedroom. Jack was lying back against the headboard of your bed, still completely dressed but with his shirt now completely open and hanging off his shoulders. He looked incredible, eyeing you expectantly. You handed him one of the waters and drank most of yours, setting the glass down on your dresser, a safe distance away from the bed. You shortly debated your range of movement, then decided to strip out of your skirt, discarding it on the floor.

“Nice”, Jack said in a low voice, sitting up a little straighter and putting down his glass of water. “Louisa’s been doing a good job”, he added, regaining his composure. You poked your tongue out and wiggled your butt at him, then walked over and straddled him, placing your knees on each side of his hips. Taking his shirt off completely, you finally had access to all of his upper body, something you have been looking forward to all night. You brushed your fingers lightly against his tattoos.

“You like them?” Jack asked you. “Yeah”, you admitted, your voice a little breathy, “They’re really nice.”

You kissed him again, then proceeded to kiss down the line of his neck and all along his shoulder, leaving behind little wet spots. All the while, your hands were roaming his body, grabbing and stroking. You couldn’t get enough of him. Moving downwards, you flicked your tongue experimentally against his right nipple.

“Come here”, Jack said, and you sat up a little. He took off your top and bra and started playing with your boobs, licking and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while teasing the other one with his fingers.

“Mhhhhm”, you moaned, rolling your hips down onto his dick almost involuntarily. Pulling back slightly, you unbuckled his belt and worked his fly open, removing his jeans and underwear in one go. Then you took a few seconds to look at his now exposed penis. As you suspected, he was a decent size, slightly thicker towards the head, pretty straight and uncut. All in all, you were impressed. You took a sip of water, gave him a peck on the lips and leaned back to pull your hair up into a ponytail. You could see him perk up, after all, this was basically the universally accepted sign of ‘she’s gonna go down on you’.

Taking him in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth fully. Keeping him steady with your hand, you bobbed your head up and down a few times, sucking slightly more as you were coming up, but not taking his whole length in fully yet.

“Talk to me, Jack”, you said, pulling off. “Tell me what you want.”

You were not averse to some dirty talk in the first place. Plus you pegged Jack for a talker, which hopefully meant he would be into this too. But most importantly, you had literally known him less than 12 hours, and you didn’t have any time to experiment. If you were both going to get what you wanted from this, you needed to ensure good communication.

Putting his dick back in your mouth, you started moving again, joining your mouth’s movement with your hand too, really getting into it. With each downward stroke you took him in deeper, until you managed to get all of him in. His right hand flew to the back of your head to keep you in place as you were moving just the tiniest bit, without really pulling back at all.

“Fuck, you’re good at this”, Jack proclaimed, and you would’ve chuckled at the compliment, except you didn’t want to choke nor gag. Pulling back, you started moving again, quicker this time, licking against the vein on the underside of his penis and swirling your tongue around the head at every move.

“Fuck. Okay, baby, keep doing that, but with a hint of teeth. Just like that, yeah. And play with my balls”, Jack was finally finding his words and you were on fire. You gave better head turned on, and giving it turned you on even more, so this was a win-win situation. Jack’s words went straight to your core and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You could also taste Jack’s pre-come in your mouth and felt his balls tighten as you were juggling them between your fingers, so by all means, this was working for both of you. With one last satisfied pop, you pulled your mouth off his Jack’s dick. Standing up, you took off your panties and opened the first drawer of your bedside table, taking out a condom and throwing it in Jack’s general direction on the bed. It was time to get things moving along.

“Do we have to?” he asked, with a slightly whiney but mostly just curious tone.

“Yes”, you cut the discussion short. Although you were on hormonal birth control too, so it wouldn’t have been necessary, you were sleeping with several people and you assumed Jack was as well, and STIs were really not fun.

Hopping back on the bed, you lied down next to Jack. Once he was done adjusting the condom, he lied back as well, turning on his side to face you. Cradling the side of your cheek with his left hand, he kissed you, reaching down with his right and swiping a finger along your pussy tentatively. You adjusted your position, opening up your legs to give him better access.

“You’re already so wet for me, babe”, he hummed appreciatively, “I wanna see how fast I can make you come.”

Pushing a finger into you, he pumped in and out a few times before adding a second one. Moving more in an up and down manner rather than in and out, he was brushing against your G-spot and you moaned out. Seemingly on their own accord, your hips moved against his fingers, meeting his strokes.

“Yeah… more… like that”, you brought out.

His left hand had never left the side of your face, now he swiped his thumb against your lips and you sucked his finger into your mouth readily. He continued stroking against you and you could feel yourself getting closer, your hips flailing aimlessly, desperately trying to find some more friction. Jack’s right thumb came up to circle your clit in time with his brushes against your insides, and in a few minutes you were coming, crying out and biting down on his finger in your mouth as your whole body flexed.

“Please, in me, now!” you exhaled desperately, grabbing the base of his cock and lining him up. He slid into you easily, pushing in completely and starting up a steady rhythm. You took a second to appreciate Jack’s figure above you. His carefully styled hair was more dishevelled now, a fine line of sweat forming at his temples along his hairline. You remembered your urge from earlier in the night to run your fingers through his hair. Curving your fingers around the back of his head, you pulled his face down to yours and kissed him. You were beyond words now, the only sounds escaping you being sighs and moans. With both of your hands around his neck, you held on tightly as he pumped into you, meeting his thrusts halfway. Slowly, you started to regain your composure. You could tell Jack was getting more tired, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic and irregular.

“Let me get on top”, you suggested.

Jack lied back gladly, helping you carefully readjust your position and sliding back into you. After a few slow and deep movements, you kept him buried deep in you, rocking your hips back and forth. You leaned back slightly, finding the perfect angle. Moving forwards and up, Jack was hitting your G-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the sensitive area all the way. Cradling your own breast, you started caressing your nipples, getting lost in pleasure. You locked eyes with Jack, who was watching you with pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N”, he sighed in an exasperated voice.

“Touch me”, you replied and Jack obliged, one hand coming up to your waist as the other touched your butt, grabbing and massaging slightly.

Speeding up your movements, you could feel yourself getting close again, but you were also becoming impatient. You began stroking your clit with one hand, the combination of stimuli soon pushing you over the edge of your second orgasm. The pleasure rocked through your body, your eyes squeezing shut and your head falling back in ecstasy. As soon as you were able to catch your breath a little bit, you leaned forward again, supporting yourself on your elbows on either side of Jack’s body. He thrusted into you deeply a few more times before he came with a choked moan.

You waited a few seconds for both of your breathing to return to normal, then got off him carefully, sitting down at the edge of the bed and drinking a few sips of water. Jack got rid of the condom, then lied down, kissing you sweetly and pulling you down with him.

“That was fun”, he said, smiling at you.

“Yeah”, you agreed, wiggling down lower and pulling up the duvet to cover you; smiling back at him happily, “it really was.”

#jack maynard #jack maynard imagines #jack maynard oneshot #jack maynard smut #buttercream imagines #youtube stuff #words*mine #what's the difference between an imagine and a oneshot and am i doing this right #@all my sane followers i'm so sorry #this boy is apparently driving me crazy

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there’s a fire within my soul

this is a little something i wrote to surprise the beautiful @preciousjoeck as a thank you for being such an amazing friend. she spoke to me about the enemies to fake dating to lovers trope and i loved the idea. this turned out a little different to what i had planned, but i still hope you enjoy it!!

this is a spy au, because there’s no way i could write a fic about jack and joe feeling anything but undying love for each other based on their lives bc those two are so in love it hurts, and have always been like this. @ me if you think differently.

The bet is simple – don’t fall in love with Jack Maynard. He wants to laugh at how easy it will be. The mission itself will be tough, but he thinks when their target is captured and Jack has to snog Mikey at the Christmas party for losing, it will all be worth it.

They’d been brought to the main HQ together, barely speaking as they walked side by side in the corridor. This was where they were told about their undercover mission, where they needed to pose as a young married couple who were settling down in their first home in a nice quiet, suburban area. They tried to fight it, tried to suggest other agents, but they were fighting a losing battle.

“Don’t fall in love with me,” Jack had said, a smirk on his lips that Joe couldn’t possibly stand. It was like Jack was asking for more ways to be hated.

“What makes you think I could ever fall in love with a guy like you?” he counters, but Jack doesn’t even react to it.

“What makes you think you could resist me?”

Joe knows Jack’s only trying to rile him up, but it’s working. They’re joined by Conor and Caspar, who are eating up the news of their mission. It’s only Oli who seems genuinely concerned for their safety.

Although, that’s probably because he found out that Josh will be their handler.

“Well this is cosy.”

Their home is a small, two-bedroom house. It’s fully furnished and has views to be envious over. It’s somewhere that he could actually see himself settling down in, but in much different circumstances.

They order Chinese, because neither feel like cooking, and they keep to themselves all night. They read over their mission, discuss options, and get their backstory in order. They’re no longer Joe Sugg and Jack Maynard, they’re Ben and George Davidson. It’s all straight to the point, and as soon as they’re finished, Jack goes for a shower.

This is when he realises that oh god, he’ll have to share a bed with Jack. It shouldn’t make him feel so awkward, it’s not like he’s never shared a bed with someone before, but this time it feels different. Especially when Jack comes out of the shower, wearing nothing but the towel draped around his waist.

He climbs into bed first and doesn’t say anything when Jack joins him under the covers, after turning off the bedroom lights. “You better not kick in your sleep.”

“I’d prefer to be awake if I were to ever kick you,” he retorts, and although it’s not his best insult, he’ll go with it.

“I don’t know why you’re having such a hard time with this,” Jack says. “If I were you, I’d be living it up. It’s not every day you get married to such a stud like this.”

Joe groans, rolling his eyes at the comment. “Just stay on your own side of the bed.”

They don’t – they wake up with their limbs tangled together but neither bring it up.

He remembers the first time they met, back when they were first starting out. It wasn’t that he always hated Jack, but they’ve never got on well enough to know each other. Jack had been cocky, sure that his connections to one of the top agents Conor Maynard was sure to get him in. He had the skills to go with confidence though, and Jack was consistently at the top of the class.

Joe watched as all the best cases went to Jack, silently fuming as he got smaller cases. Jack would go to Berlin and work with top agents, while he and Caspar would end up in the British countryside, tracking down a drug dealer pretending to be a pig farmer.

So yes, he was jealous of Jack. But that wasn’t the tip of the iceberg. It was their first mission together – the only time they worked together alone before this. He doesn’t like thinking about – neither of them mention that night in Paris, or the way their bodies moved as one as they raced back to the hotel room. They don’t talk about how urgently they kissed one another, almost like they needed it to survive.

They don’t talk about how Jack left early the next morning, or how he paraded his new girlfriend around the office the next week.

He doesn’t mention how he let someone like Jack fucking Maynard break his heart.

“Will you stop squirming?” Jack hisses in his ear, and he shoots daggers back at his ‘husband’. They’ve only been at it a day, but he’s already sick of playing happy families.

They’re currently at a party being held in their honour by their next-door neighbours, meeting the rest of the street. Joe’s had to shake hands with so many people, and his jaw hurts from smiling so much. He’s told them the story of how Ben and George met – “a mutual friend introduced us at university. I could feel a spark between us, so when he asked me if I wanted to dance with him, there was no way I’d think of saying no. Thankfully George wasn’t put off by my dance moves!”

They’re the centre of attention throughout the night, constantly being asked questions about each other. “How did you know you that Ben was the one?” one woman asks Jack, and he watches as Jack stills ever so slightly.

“There was always something about Ben that I couldn’t put my finger on,” he says, and Joe finds himself forgetting that they have an eager audience surrounding them. “He’s always been so kind hearted – he always does his best for everyone, and he never complains about it if it gets too tough. He’s smart, and he’s a lot stronger than he appears. He’s not too bad on the eye either, which helps.”

Joe doesn’t know what to think about this, there’s a growing part of him that wishes for the slight opportunity that he’s speaking about him, but George and Ben are just made-up people with a made-up background.

“I guess I realised that I couldn’t see a future without him,” Jack adds, and he watches as everyone eats up his answer. He’s glad he’s left the talking to Jack, but they’re pulled off in different directions again, and he stumbles his way through more questions.

They eventually find some time for themselves and they met outside in the garden to reconvene. “Do you have eyes on the target?”

“Of course I do. Unlike you, I’ve been doing my job all night,” Jack says, and Joe doesn’t actually believe what he’s heard. “Marcus Butler, lives two doors down from us. He lives with his girlfriend and he works at a clothing store. He’s invited us to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

He’s about to respond, but they’re interrupted by one of the guests – Tanya, he thinks she’s called. “We’ve been looking for you!”

“Sorry,” Jack says, as he wraps an arm around Joe. “I just wanted to get some alone time with him. We haven’t seen each other all night, and I missed him.”

Tanya coos at that, although he doesn’t see why she wouldn’t. Jack’s incredibly believable at this – if he hadn’t known better, he’d think Jack actually meant it. “Well hurry up lovebirds, or you’ll miss Jim’s party trick!”

He doesn’t want to know what the party trick is, and hates how domestic this whole night is, but he pretends to be excited. “We’ll be five minutes!”

They watch as Tanya goes back inside, and they wait until they’re sure before they start speaking again. “We’ll have one night to build our evidence – do you think we can do it?”

“Come on, we could do it in our sleep,” Jack says, overly confident just like he usually is, but this time Joe doesn’t actually mind it. He doesn’t think he can keep up with this charade for much longer.

Finding the evidence is easy, it’s fleeing the situation alive when Marcus catches them.

“This has gone from Come Dine With Me to Die Hard real quick, and I don’t like that,” Jack says to Joe, as they dodge more bullets coming their way.

Then, there’s a gunshot that kills him.

Well, he doesn’t actually die. But Joe’s sure this is the closest he’s been to dying.

“I got him,” Jack says, sounding borderline hysterical, and he starts applying pressure to his wounds, which hurts like a motherfucker. “I don’t think they wanted him injured, but we kind of messed this up, didn’t we?”

“I was a fucking pro,” Joe says weakly. He starts feeling a little tired, but he knows he needs to keep his eyes open. He’s seen enough spy movies to know what to look out for when avoiding your imminent death. “Will you stay?”

“Of course,” Jack says, which makes him feel a little better. “I’m not going anywhere Joe, so you can’t either.”

“Tell me more about how you fell in love with me,” he attempts to joke, but somehow it comes out wrong.

“I never planned to,” Jack says, which definitely takes him off guard. He’s either dying, or he’s hallucinating this conversation. Either way, he doesn’t like the sound of it. “But then you kissed me in Paris and that night we shared was fucking magical, but I got scared. Conor always said it was too dangerous to fall in love when you’re in this profession.”

It’s a lot to take in, even if he wasn’t currently bleeding out, so Joe decides his best move is to play it safe. “You never listen to what Conor tells you.”

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Jack tells him. “You deserve so much better than me.”

He wants to tell Jack that he doesn’t get to decide what’s good for him or not, but it doesn’t come out. Instead, everything goes dark.

He wakes up, in an extremely dodgy looking medics room. It’s not the first time this has happened to him, and it certainly won’t be the last time.

“How are you feeling?” Jack asks, and Joe can see him in the corner of his eye, sitting in a seat beside his bed.

“Like I’ve just been shot,” he moans, and Jack just shoots him a pointed look in return.

If he thinks back hard enough, he can distinctly remember Jack confessing his undying love for him. Which is, wow. Not something he’d have ever expected to hear. He’s not in the mood to make this a moment straight from a romcom, so instead he shuts his eyes, letting himself fall asleep again.

He wakes up, properly, on his own.

Which kind of hurts, until he sees Jack rushing in a few moments later. He’s dressed casually, which isn’t something he’s used to seeing, but Joe likes it. “You’re awake,” Jack says, eyes widening at the sight of him sitting up in bed. “Holy shit, are you okay? I need to call someone.”

“No, please, I’m fine,” Joe says, and he watches Jack think it through. He concedes in the end, and sits back down on the chair. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“My partner got shot on my watch,” Jack says with a shrug, which stings a little.

“Right, and not because you’re in love with me?” he asks, watching as Jack flinches at the words.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that,” Jack says, actually looking embarrassed. “It’s fine, you know. That you don’t feel the same. And why would you? It’s not like I’ve been anyway like a decent human being to you.”

“Nope,” he says, because it’s kind of true. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t fancy the pants off you.”

Jack looks up at this, shocked at the words. “What?”

“I’m still mad at you, for everything, but I might not be so mad if you take me to dinner when I get out of here,” he says, somehow finding the nerve to act so nonchalant. Caspar would hug him if he was here. “So much for not falling in love with me.”

“Fuck that bet,” Jack says, and Joe actually laughs.

“You’re only saying that because you have to snog Mikey,” he says in a mischievous grin. Oh, he’ll enjoy that. Jack tries to argue his way out of it, but a bet’s a bet. It’s only fair he humiliates himself in front of all their colleagues.

“Don’t worry,” he says, reaching out to hold onto Jack. “I can teach you a thing or two to calm your nerves about it.”

(The doctor that comes in to check up on Joe finds them making out on his bed, which will definitely spread around HQ. But it’s okay, he thinks, because he’s waited too long for this and he’s going to enjoy every moment of it.

It’s a danger to fall in love in their line of work, but Joe’s never been one to follow the rules.)

#joeck #this is a little rushed #but it's half one in the morning also i'm trying to come out of a writing slump #so pls don't hate it too much #but i might go back to this universe and expand it at some point bc i love spy aus!!#also yes that is an abba lyric as the title #i'm so freaking excited for mamma mia this week

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