and how do you forget to record the first 30 minutes

The Master of Diaper - Batmom x Batkids/Bruce Wayne

Summary : It’s a war between your four sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian…To know who’s the best at changing their little brother’s, Thomas, diapers. A rather intense war really, as they all want to become “The master of Diapers”. 

Just a short silly fic that came up to me while I was drifting off to sleep. And in case you’re wondering who “Thomas” is, here’s the fic that introduces him : “Shaky steps and bad teaching”. Hope you like it ahem : 

(My masterlist blog here :


You always impressed Bruce, always.

The way you wouldn’t let anyone walk on your feet, and use your sarcasms and wits to get out of any “bad social situations” was impressive to him.

The way you always managed to make people around you smile and laugh, even him and your brooding sons, was impressive to him. 

The way you always seem to find the right words to comfort someone, or to tell your feelings, was impressive to him. 

The way you trained, even harder than him sometimes, was impressive to him. 

The way you fought, so fiercely and fearlessly, was impressive to him. 

The way you seemed to know everything, like you always had the answer to people’s questions (about ANYTHING), was impressive to him. 

And oh if he really had to list everything that he found impressive in you, it would take too many years. Yes, you always impressed your Bruce. Always. 

But today, you surpassed even yourself ! Your cleverness, he knew it now, had no bound ! Damn smart woman you were. 

What impressed him so much ? The way you so easily manipulated your sons into changing their little brother’s dirty diapers. It was such genius that he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, admiration shining in his eyes. And the worst thing was, that you didn’t even know you were so awesome, and the only person he truly admired in this universe…Which made you even more awesome. 

It was really clever, the way you ended up convincing your sons to take care of their little brother’s, Thomas, dirty diapers. You played on their competitive side. One day, as Bruce was changing Thomas, you just dropped a “Wow, you’re slow, I bet even Damian could be faster than you”, which confused him a little bit. It wasn’t like you to say such things but…Oh, but of course. The boys were in the room, and he swore he saw their ears moving, quite like dogs, as they heard what their mother just said. 

It was a smart move really. Right after saying that, and therefor attracting their attention on the two of you, you heavily hinted that it took lots of skills to properly change diapers, and that you’d be impressed if you saw anyone do it in less than a minute…They took it as a challenge. Of course they did. 

As Bruce was finishing to change Thomas’ diaper (rather fast to be honest), Damian approached and said : 

-I bet mom is right, and I can be faster than you, father. 

Of course, now he said that, Tim had to add : 

-And I bet I’d be faster than you. 

Jason and Dick couldn’t be out of this little game, and felt like they were obligated to say : 

-Yeah right you little munchkins, I bet I will do it faster. Hey, stop repeating what I say ! Stop. Stop. STOP ! JASON/DICK ! HAHA ! Erf…

And so it started. 

The long race to who was going to become “The Master of Diapers”. 

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Quartet Night LIVE Evolution full report

Written by me who have short-term memory and is really biased to QN

(PLEASE TAKE ALL OF STUFFS WRITTEN HERE WITH GRAIN OF SALT; there’s no way i could remember all stuffs exactly at it was. I would be happy if you could just ‘take the feel’)

First of all, it was awesome. I can’t really describe how overwhelming it was. If you’ve watched any of utapri live before, i just want to say that for me this is the best utapri live i’ve seen so far. If you think 5th and 4th live was awesome, this was on different level. The hall was definitely too small for a group who got #1 weekly oricon and more than 100k sales (which was made up by hundred of cinemas live viewing), but it was really well-planned. Probably the most well-planned utapri live ever.

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pairing: evan hansen x reader

wc: 3500+

tw: panic attacks, anxiety implications/mention, curse words.

a/n: I’m trying a new layout for my headings?? also this is my first time posting a DEH fic! shoutout to @cananybodysea for making me #inspired to write this. please like/give feedback because I worked really hard on this and it’s my first time posting for this fandom. ask. masterlist. 

Dear Y/N L/N,

Today, the first day of your senior year, at a brand-spanking-new school, is going to be a good day.

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puppy love

genre: fluff, boyfriend!au

star of the show: SF9′s Rowoon

word count: 2,348 words

author’s note: my first sf9 fic. of course its gonna be for rowoon. 

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

opening line: “Your boyfriend is an overgrown bundle of love and affection who doesn’t realize how much strength he has because he still sees himself as a kid at heart.” 

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Deep Space Nine RECAP: 3x07

It’s ONLY LOGICAL that I don’t leave Season 3 out in the cold (vacuum of space) as the only Star Trek: DS9 season for which I haven’t written one full episode recap. I gotta. And it’s gotta be ‘Civil Defense’, because like, have you seen ‘Civil Defense’? Here let me tell you every fantastic thing that happens in

Season 3, Episode 7: ‘Civil Defense’

‘Civil Defense’ — a Season 3 episode! — begins with Chief O’Brien hard at work converting an old ore processing unit into a deuterium refinery with the help of his engineering intern, young Jake Sisko.

…It is actually only just now in this moment that I’m realizing this ore processor from the Terok Nor days was probably that same godawful Metropolis factory they sent Bashir to, that first time he and Kira ended up in the Mirror ‘Verse of Manic Evil Pansexual Doppelgängers. Hah, neat.

And yes I realize I got all of 30 words into this recap before sidebar-ing about continuity like a fucking nerd, but hey you choose to sit around this internet campfire.

WHERE WAS I. Oh ok, so Commander Sisko has shown up because O’Brien has kept his kid past dinnertime. I would now like everyone to keep in their mind for the remainder of this episode the fact that it was the end of the workday and everyone was ready to kick off and head home.

But before they can do that, Jake is having trouble deleting one of the old operating files from the computer, some mysterious unnamed thing that O’Brien can’t make heads nor tails of either. O’Brien tries to transfer it to a central system and deal with it later, but the computer is like ho ho ho, not today buddy, not on your life, threat intended. With headspinning quickness, the computer is already announcing they have just five seconds to enter the correct access code.

Jake: “Or what?!”
O’Brien: “Well I dunno, but I better stop it—”
Alarms: “BLARE. BLARE.”


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National Eating Disorder Awareness Week

Recovering from an eating disorder is the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but also the best. You’ll spend a lot of time crying and feeling like you want to rip off your skin and like no one understands you and who are you, even, anyway because if you’re not your eating disorder than what are you? You’ll tell your family and they’ll be supportive and confused, and when you have to go to day treatment, so quickly after you just started outpatient, they’ll ask questions that make you feel furious but you can’t blame them, you’ve known about your eating disorder for over a decade and they’ve only known about it for a short 8 weeks. You will be so unbelievably unwound that you won’t have the energy to make your bed. You’ll walk around in circles at the King of Prussia food court (the fancy one, not the one with all the fried food) and you’ll cry in public because you don’t know what’s safe to choose and without your eating disorder nothing feels safe. You’ll stop exercising entirely and your body will surprise you by losing weight (those last 10 pounds? Turns out all you had to do was stop starving and they’d come right off) and you’ll feel fat the whole time. You will fill four journals and become an expert doodler.

You’ll see a boy at a club who holds your hand and makes you feel normal for the first time since you went to treatment. You will try to fill the empty space not having an active eating disorder leaves with dating - like maybe the bright eyed young men on your computer screen might make you feel good enough. You drink beers with them, and they don’t. You’ll write down hundreds of days of records of what you ate, and how you felt, and fill in bubbles for the new food language you’ve learned: exchanges. You’ll carve pumpkins with that boy, and you’ll have an emotional freak out, the kind that you aren’t supposed to show other people, the same kind that made you feel so ashamed you made 24 apology cookies for your best friend’s boyfriend because he happened to see you lose it for a minute. It happens, when you don’t allow access to your feelings, they shoot out unexpected, but this boy will stay calm and he sees you the next day anyway and you feel scared and thankful. You will go to the grocery store with your roommate and you’ll spend over an hour picking 30 items because you can’t figure out how to find the 2% or full fat yogurt. She’ll frame a picture in your kitchen of the art therapy you did after eating McDonald’s in group. It gives you strength.

Time will pass and you won’t notice when it happens, but it gets easier. You’ll develop new habits. The voice gets quieter and you’ll be able to make your bed again. You’ll take a lot of baths and try a lot of crafts (you hate crafts, it’s okay to hate crafting) and start to learn how to cook different things and you’ll take a picture of the beer you’re drinking with the pork chop you’re grilling at the boy’s apartment and send it to your friends because you never would have allowed that kind of combination in the past. They celebrate for you. You’ll leave intensive treatment and you’ll go to therapy twice a week and group once a week and see the best nutritionist weekly too. You’ll spend a lot of money, but trust me, it’s worth it. You will cry a lot in a lot of different offices, even as it gets easier, because it’s like getting to know yourself all over again, or maybe for the first time, because are you a full person at 13 when you got sick?

You’ll wonder what recovery is and if you’ll ever reach it. A lot of moments will feel like okay, maybe this is it, maybe this is good enough, this is all you get. Your body will change - it will shrink and then it will grow again. You’ll start exercising again, but maybe you’ll never do strength training the way you used to, and maybe you’ll never run another race, but you’ll find things that fill you with happiness (get ready for spin and yoga, it’s awesome). You’ll look back at that tiny body after you first entered treatment and you’ll think that was what you were supposed to be like and feel like you are failing. You’re not. You’re recovering.

You’ll go to therapy less - once a week, then every two. You’ll move in with the boy and you’ll get a new job that will make you sad, and you’ll find yourself in a new version of depression. This time your eating disorder doesn’t run things, but it’s still there, and you’ll find yourself in a body you don’t understand and your clothes too small. But you’ll carry on and eat anyway. You’ll sit with your dad at your favorite taco place and you’ll make a plan and you’ll quit the job that makes you sad JUST BECAUSE it makes you sad, which is huge, to allow yourself to prioritize yourself even if it’s not the “right” move, and you’ll get another job - and this one is better. You’ll travel to Italy and drink wine multiple times a day and eat pasta and enjoy it. You will be amazed that just a few years ago, you cried when you had to eat a bite of macaroni and cheese after a long day, or did a whole therapy session about baked ziti. You’ll cry on your way to the Grand Canyon because the size you used to be doesn’t fit anymore because depression manifests for you in weight gain this time and you’ll feel like the whole world is over but then a few hours later, the boy will propose and you’ll forget you ever felt out of place in this body at all.

You’ll start going to spin, you’ll spend way more money than you ever thought reasonable on groceries and you’ll cook new things. You’ll have joint Google Sheets with a friend across the country who makes notes and helps you meal plan so it’s less scary. You will plan a wedding. Your body will feel like your own again. You won’t have weighed yourself for four years, so you don’t know what you look like because a number was what told you what you were worth, but you feel okay in your skin most days. You will not like to shop for clothes, it will make you anxious, but you’ll work on it. You’ll feel recovered. You will discharge from therapy and nutrition because you’re thriving. You will get married and it will be the most blissful amazing day - you will eat multiple times that day and you won’t feel anxious and you’ll feel beautiful and you’ll be present for the whole thing. You’ll want to cry because it’s such a tangible victory to be present. So many years you spent not there at all - counting or obsessing, living in a world no one else could enter and missing whole conversations, days and hours entirely. And because of what you did, how hard you fought, you will get to be present for your entire wedding day.

And then, even though you’re so happy and everything is better than it ever could have been, maybe BECAUSE you’re so happy you stop being so vigilant, you won’t ever really know, you’ll relapse.

But you’ll catch it, just four weeks in. You’ll have a few really awful days where your brain will feel how it used to every day - stuck and full and disgusted and obsessed and hand in hand with this monster who lives inside your brain. But then you’ll go back to those familiar rooms and you’ll cry and you’ll laugh and you’ll grocery shop and you’ll feel like a failure and then you’ll realize you’re not a failure, and you’ll tell your husband and you’ll tell your friends, and you’ll do the things you know how to do to not let the eating disorder win. And just a couple of months later, you’ll start to feel like yourself again. You won’t be as consumed with anxiety when you hear your friends calorie count and diet and cut out food groups. You will start to do yoga and start to appreciate your body again. You won’t want to be touched, but you know that won’t last forever. You’ll take walks even though it’s cold and you’ll start to laugh again. You will fight and you will cry and you will feel guilty and anxious and like a burden, but you will keep going. And then you’ll sit, almost 5 years from when you started, and you’ll write this. You’ll think you’ll cry and then you won’t. You’ll feel joy and shame and anxiety and pride. You’ll feel thankful and guilty. But most of all? You will know you are strong and that you are worthy of having a true, full life. And you will believe that. So even though it’s much more complicated than 8 weeks of outpatient could ever treat (so cute you thought that was enough), you’ll know you can do it, you ARE doing it, and in this way, you are free.

Yuri on Ice interview translation - Pash! 2016/12 (p14)

This is a translation of Mitsurou Kubo’s detailed commentary on episodes 1-6 (plus some about ep.8) that appeared on the Dec. 2016 Pash! issue. I wish I could’ve posted it yesterday, but I was too tired to double-check it… It’s very interesting and there’s lots of “behind-the-scenes”, so have fun reading while we wait for episode 9 (can’t wait already)!

Some notes:
In the magazine, some parts of the commentary are written in bold font and some in even bolder font. I recreated it with italic for the first and bold for the latter. (So yeah those are not highlighted by me, I’m just recreating how the actual article is.) The episode titles are left in Japanese because I’m not watching any sub/dub so not sure what to use as an “official” translation. As for character lines, for the same reason I’m not using the translations appeared in the sub/dub so they might be worded differently than what you are used to hear.

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***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

Mitsurou Kubo complete commentary!
Mitsurou Kubo-san is in charge of creating the original plan for the screenplay, in the form of a manga storyboard. We have asked her to comment on the story so far!

Episode 1 “Nan no Pirozhki!! Namida no Grand Prix Final”

-Looking back, this episode doesn’t have many gag parts compared to the others. We see Yuuri’s past, and since it was getting gloomy we tried lots of ways not to make it go too much into that direction.

-I completed the storyboard for this episode last year and it’s been quite some time since it left my side, so I was able to watch it forgetting that I’m the one who created it. That’s one of the reasons when people watch episode 1 and tell me “”YOI” is interesting” I reply “I think the same”, even though it sounds like self-praise. But indeed, I think I’m the only one that can draw this kind of story…

-The “pirozhki” in the title actually doesn’t appear in the episode (LOL), but it will come up later on.

-In the recording test for the scene where Yuuri gives his glasses to Yuuko and tells her “please watch”, Toyonaga-san played him really cool and made my heart throb (LOL). However, in the actual episode we used a version that sounds weaker. It’s no good if Yuuri starts being cool from the first episode (LOL), so I asked Toyonaga-san to make it something gradual. As the story progresses, Yuuri also becomes stronger!

-The recording of this episode is the only one I’ve been able to go to so far. I didn’t think about the voice actors at all when writing the storyboard, which resulted in Phichit’s voice actor Kenshou (Ono)-san coming to the recording even though his only line was “hahaha!”. This happened shortly after I went to see the “KuroBas” musical (where Ono-san is also starring), so I felt especially sorry for him… (LOL)

-One of the things I was going to do no matter what is to show asses in the hot springs (LOL). Though in fact, until that point I had never really drawn a guy’s ass in my manga. When I saw the finished footage I was like “this is so direct…!!” (LOL). But seriously, skaters have such a wonderful body!

Episode 2 “Futari no Yuri!? Yutopia no Ran”

-Some people realized from the preview at the end of episode 1 that Victor was going to become a coach, and I also spotted comments like “I don’t want him to quit competing!”, but that’s a hasty judgment (LOL). It was never said that he’s retiring!

-For weekly serialized manga the reader poll* is very important, and I remember one of the things I was told by my editor is that “manga whose 2nd chapter receives more praise in the poll than the 1st one tend to continue longer and become more popular”. So my hope for this episode 2 was that it would receive more praise than episode 1. And I think this actually happened.
[*translator note: Usually magazines come with a postcard where readers can choose which manga they liked the most and write comments. This actually influences the order in which manga appear in the magazine and can lead less popular ones to be canceled]

-When I wrote this episode I was still drawing freely, without thinking too much about the “30 minutes time slot” of an anime. I was told that “cutting a long story is easier than trying to expand a short story”, but when I found that just reading all lines aloud would take longer than 20 minutes, I realized that I needed to think more about the time too. Still, until episode 4 I wasn’t able to calculate time correctly.

-I’m careful not to make it look like Victor is completely guiding Yuuri with his advices, and that it shows that Yuuri is actually a person that can think about what he wants to do, that wants to create a new image for himself, and that he can come up with ideas that go slightly ahead of what Victor is thinking. As the story progresses, it should become more and more clear why Yuuri needs to be the protagonist.

-What I needed to do first of all is make it so that viewers will want to cheer for these three, and that they will never get tired of watching them talk together. Therefore, to write this episode I gathered all the skills and experience I have gained so far as an author and did my very best.

Episode 3 “Boku ga Eros de Eros ga Boku de!? Kessen! Onsen on ICE”

-The episode where eros is compared to katsudon. The original idea came to me when I heard that the choreographer Kenji (Miyamoto)-sensei, when he teaches young children how to do sensual movements, tells them to imagine “having honey on your hands”. I thought that in that case, if you absolutely cannot come up with an image for eros, you could just try to substitute it with food. Plus I also heard that foreigners like katsudon. And there’s a “katsu” in “Yuuri Katsuki” as well. I also thought it would be cool if someone felt like eating katsudon the next day, influenced by the anime… However, I actually never asked Kenji-sensei to base the choreography on katsudon (LOL). I just tried to associate katsudon to the finished choreography myself.

-Yuuri is actually quite cold-hearted. He’s someone that doesn’t really try to get into other people’s hearts, but in this episode, through the confrontation with Yurio, he became aware of a side of himself he had never experienced before.

-Figure skaters, even if they’re rivals on the ice, can be quite friendly with each other off the ice. I wanted viewers to remember “Hasetsu” as a place where Yuuri and Yurio could spend some carefree time. I added this match because it would have been sad not to see them confront each other until the GP series.

Episode 4 “Jibun wo Suki ni Natte… Kansei!! Free Program”

-I came up with this part because I didn’t want Yuuri to just dance on a FS prepared by Victor, I wanted the two of them to create it together. I wanted to show that Yuuri is not someone that just waits for others to give him everything, he becomes more active and does something creative on his own too. It’s something to which I can relate too because it’s also what I feel when creating my works, so it was easy to put my feelings into it. This is also the last episode where they are training in Hasetsu, and I wanted to make this one of the precious days Yuuri spent with Victor.

-Regarding the “hair whorl” scene, in a manga it’s something that would be explained with words, but since this is an anime I wanted to draw something that cannot be explained with words, a moment when the wall between the two falls. As sometimes Yuuri acts rudely even toward the person he admires, can’t completely open up his heart, tends to get a bit hesitant about creating something new etc, I wanted to show this somewhat irrational side of him. Wouldn’t anybody want to poke Victor’s hair!? I had the feeling that if you poked it something would change. It’s like Victor “came down to the human world”.

-We made Yuuri’s theme “love”, but actually in the beginning the concept of “skating for love” was never in my or director Yamamoto’s mind (LOL). Then we heard actual figure skaters say that “they can work hard for love”. If we hadn’t heard that we probably wouldn’t have done it because it would have looked like something forced by the creators, but if the show wasn’t about figure skating I’m sure we would never have discussed seriously about love or portrayed it anyway, and with the director we just got all hyped up about love and decided to make it the theme. The portrayal of love is a key point in this anime, and I’m glad that we could convey it clearly in this episode.

-It seems to happen especially with young Russian athletes that some of them go well when they’re young but then suddenly start getting worse results above 16-17 years old, so considering this too Yurio probably feels the flow of time in a completely different way than Yuuri.

-I like the scene where Yuuri writes “YURI ON ICE” on the CD and it connects to the title of the series. It’s actually true that you have to bring a CD to the tournaments. Kenji-sensei also used to write titles on the CDs, so I took inspiration from that. I really like episode 4.

Episode 5 “Kao Makka!! Shosen Da yo! Chuu-shikoku-kyuushuu Senshuken Taikai”

-It’s a stupid title, isn’t it (LOL). I originally put “kao makka” (bright red face) in the title referring to Yuuri feeling embarrassed when he skates Eros for the first time, but in the end he collides with a wall and his face physically becomes red, so it sounds like it refers to that.

-This is the only tournament that takes place in Japan. I wanted to show how, like Yuuri admires Victor, there are also Japanese athletes who admire Yuuri, and this is where Minami-kun shows up. But seriously, Yuuri Katsuki mostly has a cold attitude toward athletes who admire him (LOL). He doesn’t really behave like someone who is the target of admiration, and that’s why Victor scolds him. After that he finally learns to encourage his junior. This is something where Yuuri needs to grow.

-Meanwhile Victor also grows when he needs to decide how to deal with a pupil that isn’t as good as he had pictured… I’m surprised we could fit all this in one episode.

-For the first time Yuuri skates in a public tournament in front of an audience, and I had to decide from who’s point of view to write the monologues. Since in the real world you cannot hear what athletes think when skating, I thought it would be interesting to have the monologues come from Yuuri, so I chose him for the first point of view. The second part is from Victor’s point of view.

-At the time I wrote this episode I wanted to draw the storyboard properly, so I did my best to ink it as neatly as possible. I really really wanted for the production staff to see, to understand that Yuuri Katsuki is strong.

-We actually went to the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regional Tournament to collect data. It’s possible to watch the tournament from right behind where athletes enter the rink and also very close to the rink, so we pricked up our ears to listen to what people actually say. We saw an athlete coming back from the rink saying “I’m sorry, I know! I know!”. I believe they wanted to show their coach that they understood what they did wrong before the coach themselves said it. There were also athletes who pulled up their zippers with shocking speed. Some of the things we saw and heard there were actually included in the anime.

Episode 6 “Grand Prix Series Kaimaku! Yacchaina Chuugoku Taikai!”

-All the athletes participating in the China tournament show up. This is the episode I was most scared it wouldn’t fit within the allowed time slot.

-One of the things I absolutely wanted to draw is the characters eating “Shanghai mitten crab” (LOL). I’m sure we and everyone else would want to eat it, and I know that athletes sometimes eat it too after the matches, so yeah. I’m glad that we included that scene, because it was an entertaining way to show that the characters have gone abroad from the start of the episode, in a part that is not directly related to the tournament. Beside that, when we went there to collect data, outside the hotel there was a food stall selling something like Taiwanese senbei (rice crackers), and we spotted the Chinese skater Yan Han eating them, so we based the scene with Guang-Hong on that.

-The players that participate in the China Tournament are all sociable, so there’s lots of chatting. Many of the songs are also catchy. On the contrary, the Russia Tournament is suddently savage (LOL). I didn’t want viewers to find the tournament scenes boring or to be unable to understand the characters, so I did my best to make it so that you could grasp a character’s personality through their skating.

-Regarding the scene where Yuuri licks his lips, in the world of figure skating athletes actually do need to show a provocative attitude toward judges. The director and I always discuss about “what would be the most unusual erotic thing Yuuri Katsuki would do?”, and that’s how I decided to draw him licking his lips.

-I created Popovich as a very artistic character, but he’s amusing (LOL). It’s also common for Russian athletes to use very loud songs or songs with sound effects.

-In my storyboard, Giacometti is skating fully naked. The director told me that the recording for this episode was awesome (LOL).

-I was very straightforward when I wrote Yuuri’s line “I’m the only one who knows Victor’s love”… (LOL). But I think that using more lukewarm expressions would just not be good for the story, so I’m determined to go all-out.

Episode 7~
-In episode 8 J.J. is shocking (LOL). We’re not planning to create chara songs for this anime, but his SP is basically like a chara song (LOL). Of course it’s not sung by (Mamoru) Miyano-san, but he skates to a song that he requested to write for himself, and the lyrics are just the best (LOL). There are also some visual expressions that normally would be impossible to see, however it’s J.J. so it’s possible… I wanted to make him the most thoroughly strong rival character. I was the one who thought his final pose, and I hope it trends after the episode is aired… Another big highlight is Yurio’s serious agape after he becomes more refined. We had a female skater perform Yurio’s program, her hair was the same length as his and she brushed it up while skating. It would be amazing to see the same in the anime too. Another point to look forward to is the song used by Seung-Gil, who’s already popular in Korea!!

[Translator’s note: She actually doesn’t mention episode 7 at all, she just skips right to episode 8. I guess she didn’t want to make any spoiler and everything she wanted to say about it is spoiler? Well I can kind of understand… I am sure we will get comments on episode 7 too in magazines issued at a later time]

On May 15, 1967, Paul McCartney was out on the town.

PAUL: The night I met Linda I was in the Bag O'Nails [nightclub] watching Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames play a great set. Speedy was banging away. She was there with the Animals, who she knew from photographing them in New York. They were sitting a couple of alcoves down, near the stage. The band had finished and they got up to either leave or go for a drink or a pee or something, and she passed our table. I was near the edge and stood up just as she was passing, blocking her exit. And so I said, ‘Oh, sorry. Hi. How are you? How’re you doing?’ I introduced myself, and said, 'We’re going on to another club after this, would you like to join us?' 

That was my big pulling line! Well, I’d never used it before, of course, but it worked this time! It was a fairly slim chance but it worked. She said, 'Yes, okay, we’ll go on. How shall we do it?’ I forget how we did it, 'You come in our car’ or whatever, and we all went on, the people I was with, and the Animals, we went on to the Speakeasy. 

It was the first evening any of us had ever heard a record called 'A Whiter Shade of Pale’ with words about feeling seasick. The lyrics were all very strange and poetic and the theme was a famous Bach theme but we didn’t know that. We just thought, God, what an incredible record! It was a sort of marker record. It was a benchmark. And we were all trying to guess who it was. So we had to go to the booth and ask, 'What was that one you just played?’ and he said, 'Oh yes, “Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum.’ 'Procol what? Is it Latin or something?’ And there were rumors went around about what that meant. So all the mystery of the evening.

LINDA: I first met Paul at the Bag O'Nails. The Animals were old friends because I’d photographed them so much in New York, so when I came to London they took me out; and we went to see Georgie Fame at the Bag O'Nails. And that’s where Paul and I met. We flirted a bit, and then it was time for me to go back with them and Paul said, 'Well, we’re going to another club. You want to come?’ I remember everybody at the table heard 'A Whiter Shade of Pale’ that night for the first time and we all thought, Who is that? Stevie Winwood? We all said Stevie. The minute that record came out, you just knew you loved it. That’s when we actually met. Then we went back to his house. We were in the Mini with I think Lulu and Dudley Edwards, who painted Paul’s piano; Paul was giving him a lift home. I was impressed to see his Magrittes.

They met again four days later at the launch party for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, an exclusive affair for a dozen journalists and a dozen photographers held at manager Brian Epstein’s house at 24 Chapel Street, Belgravia. Linda Eastman was in London to take photographs for a book called Rock and Other Four Letter Words on which she was collaborating with the journalist J. Marks.

LINDA: So we were in London to take pictures for this book. I’d always wanted to photograph Stevie Winwood because I loved Spencer Davis, I loved Stevie Winwood, and the Beatles. I’d pretty much photographed everybody else. But it was up to me, it’s not like Marks rang up people and said, 'I’m with Bantam Books. We want to take your picture.’ Nothing was organised, so I had to do it. I took my portfolio around to NEMS at Hille House, and Peter Brown looked at it. I’d met Peter when he and Brian Epstein came to New York, we had mutual friends. So I took my portfolio and asked him to show it to Brian. Brian liked it a lot and wanted to buy some of the pictures, which I loved. I gave them to him in the end. He said, 'Yes, you can photograph the Beatles.’ So I got to go to this press conference at Brian’s house for Sgt. Pepper. I got one good photo that I liked, which is that thumbs-up one. The rest are just like everyone else’s photographs, but for that one I said, 'Oh, come on, guys! You know?’ and that shows at least they were relating, because if you believe the press you’d never think John and Paul ever related.

(Quotes from Barry Miles’ Many Years From Now). The above photo was taken at the launch party by a press agency photographer and is the very first photo of Paul, then 24, and Linda, 25, together. They would not reconnect until a year later in America (in May 1968) and four months after that, would move in together. They married on March 12, 1969 and remained so until Linda’s untimely death from breast cancer on April 17, 1998. 

Four children and 30 years of marriage - and it all started 50 years ago at 9 Kingly Street. 

Things Left Unsaid (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine years ago, you used to work with Jonathan Pine and John Wick, and both of them were madly in love with you but chose to keep quiet for the job’s sake, and eventually, each of you went separate ways. When they find out you’re in trouble, they reunite and join forces to save you.

Warnings: language, death, killing….

Word Count: 5282

Notes: Spoiler alert-ish for the Night Manager and John Wick. Beta’d by my girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Prompte from @theartofimagining13


How were you in this situation? Easy - you killed for a living. Ironic, isn’t it? You take the life of someone else to earn your own. It wasn’t that simple though. You killed people who you were ordered too - thankfully, so far, they were like you. Mob men, bodyguards, people who posed a threat to whoever your boss was. You didn’t kill random people, that would be sick.

But apparently no matter how you tried to justify what you did, you were still in Beijing, at the hands of the Chinese Mafia. You had gotten in over your head on this one. The hit was a big wig in the Chinese Mafia, you thought maybe you could take him but apparently you bit off more than you could chew.

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Phan fluff: Cinema

Soooo I wrote this fic in honor of me hitting 10k on tumblr today! (Yayyyyy) so thank you to all of y'all that follow me and I hope you like and appreciate this :)

 Dan stood timidly outside outside Phil’s door, he had been for about ten minutes now, contemplating whether or not to knock. You see, earlier that day Phil had promised him that they could go out on a cinema date this evening, right after he’d finished up some work he was doing. 

The only problem was that it was getting rather late and Dan was worried that he’d forgotten. He worried quite a lot to be frank, it was just the way he was, he was always panicking about being late to events or worrying that Phil didn’t really care about him (which of course wasn’t true). 

‘Come on… come on… I can do it, he’s just working it’s not like I’m intruding on anything’ Dan mumbled to himself as he tried to psych himself up 'Just do it Dan, knock on the goddamn door!’ He took a deep breathe 'Okay' 

Knock knock. 'Philll?' 

He knocked again after hesitating. 'Phil can I come in?' 

He decided then that it wasn’t worth standing outside the door again for another ten minutes so he took the silence as a yes. 

As soon as he walked into the room he sighed at the sight he was greeted with. So much for Phil being 'hard at work’, well actually he did look very much like he had been hard at work but he was currently collapsed from exhaustion and snoring on his desk. Dan rolled his eyes affectionately at the sight as he walked towards it. He’d always thought to himself that Phil looked cute when he was asleep, his fringe messy and his lips slightly parted. 

'No, this is no time to be creepily admiring your boyfriend when you want to go on a date Dan’ he said, internally chastising himself. 

'Philll’ he said just as he had before but in a whisper. There was no reply, not even a movement. 'Philllllll’ Dan tried again, speaking up this time. Still nothing. 'Phillllip Micheal Lesterrr, the most angelic being to ever roam this earth… wake upppp!’ Dan chuckled to himself and then jumped as he unexpectedly got the response he was actually after. 

'Hmmm’ a sleepy yawning Phil mumbled 'Dan?’ He got up with a stretch and looked up at Dan.

'You fell asleep while working again’ Dan exclaimed. 

'I did?' 

'Mhmm’ Dan smirked 'shame you had to wake up really, you look pretty adorable when you were sleeping' 

'Hey!’ Phil yelled, punching Dan playfully now that he was fully awake. 

'Now, I’d say you have about… hmm 5 minutes to get ready?’ Said Dan as he walked out of the room without elaborating. 

'Wait! For what?' 

'The date, stupid’ Dan shouted down the hallway. Crap, how did Phil forget about the date? 

Believe it or not both boys were actually ready in record time a few minutes later. After much stumbling around the apartment in a hasty rush to get changed they met up in the hallway five minutes before they had to leave. 

'Nice shirt Howell, I wonder where you got it from’ Phil asked, a knowing glint in his eye. 

'Oh I don’t know I’m pretty sure it’s mine’ Dan teased, playing along. It was one of Phil’s brightly colored plaid shirts he was wearing, having found it on his boyfriends clean washing pile. Phil rolled his eyes at this response 

'Come on then you lying thief, let’s go or we’ll miss the film’ he exclaimed as he took Dan’s hand and led him out the door. 

They took their seats in the cinema about half an hour later, after a short taxi ride and a considerably longer cue. They were sat almost right in the middle of the room, in the perfect spot, thanks to Dan booking the tickets a week in advance and for once being actually prepared. He really wanted to see this film (as Phil was well aware), he’d been rambling on about it for months. 

Phil on the other hand couldn’t really care less. He hated romance movies to be quite honest, though he never voiced that opinion due to how much he know Dan loved them. He knew the basic premises of the film from Dan’s explanation but he couldn’t say that he actually had any reason for going other than to please him. 

'Psst Dan, can we go get snacks?’ Phil said, nudging his partner a whole 30 seconds after they’d sat down. 

'Hmm? Oh, uh you can’ Dan replied, he was already captivated by the adverts, eyes glued to the screen. 

'But Phil’ he actually turned to face the other boy now 'don’t get lost okay?’ Phil snorted. 

'Hey I’m not five you know! Anyway I’ll be right back' 

Now when Phil said he’d be right back Dan knew that he would, he wasn’t dating some freak who ran away half way through a date after all, but what he wasn’t expecting was what Phil came back with. As it turned out he came back with his arms adorned with what looked like half the shop. He had two buckets of popcorn, two giant drinks of soda, various chocolate bars and a whole tub of ice cream. 

'Phil!’ Dan yelled looking slightly gobsmacked. 'Why did you buy so many snacks?!' 

Phil would’ve looked guiltier if he wasn’t currently trying to balance the snacks while trying to haphazardly place them down. 

'I er… wanted to make sure we had enough food and drink to last the whole movie’ He explained like this was a perfectly normal thing to do. Dan sighed. How he had grown so used to Phil’s embarrassing quirks? 

'Just sit down you dolt' 

The film was about half way through now (the snacks definitely weren’t though) and Dan was definitely fully captivated by the screen. Even Phil dared to admit that he found the film somewhat interesting, not quite as bad as the normal crap Dan made him sit through. 

Phil was definitely still way more interested in the sight beside him rather than the one in front of him though. With every moment he got he took advantage of the fact that Dan’s eyes were on the screen and gazed at him with what was probably a rather longing, sappy expression. He couldn’t help it, he just found the man so captivating. The way his hair fell perfectly in messy curls, the way his pale lips glistened in the dim light. 

From what Phil could hear the movie was just getting to the cliche part where the two characters confess their undying love for each other. Although, he still wasn’t looking at the screen, instead gazing at the light that reflected from it in his boyfriend’s eyes. 

He’d still assumed that Dan was fully immersed in the film at this point. So it really caught him by surprise when the boy turned and caught Phil staring at him for the first time. 

Those eyes had been intense enough from a side glance, but know he had them in full view and fully focused on him, he really didn’t know what to do. 

It came to him though, a moment later when he heard the quiet exchange of 'I love you’ coming from the film. He turned to face the screen for a second to see that the two characters were kissing. 

Then without thinking he turned back and kissed the boy sitting next to him, imitating the couple on the screen. Dan’s lips against his felt incredible as he felt them kiss him back. The feeling made him feel all warm and tingly inside and he felt a rush of adrenaline course through him. He knew that the people all around them were probably staring, maybe even a little disgusted by their public affection but Phil really couldn’t care less as he continued to kiss Dan. The boys wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace, neither ever wanting to let go. 

Did Phil ever mention how much he loved romance movies?

baby bump, pt. 2

author’s note: gabriel’s birth yesterday got me inspired + i started thinking about rafa as a dad + i wanted to write a follow up to ‘baby bump’ so here it is! you can read the first part here or check out the rest of my masterlist here. i hope y’all like it :-)

She’s too distracted by the Barcelona vs. Sevilla match to pay much attention to the first contraction – she figures the baby is probably just kicking, like he’s been doing a lot for the past week, so she brushes it off. He’s not due for three more weeks, anyways, and what are the chances he’d come in the middle of a game?

But then it happens again, and this time the pain is too intense to ignore. It feels like her insides are tightening and cramping and squeezing themselves together so hard she can barely breathe.

“Rafa,” she breathes out his name, even though he’s not here.

She needs Rafinha, but he’s on the field in the middle of a match and she has no idea how she’s supposed to get his attention without stopping the whole game and why is this baby coming right now?

She instinctively holds her breath until the pain passes, even though the nurses specifically instructed her to breathe through contractions. She starts to panic. The baby is coming and she doesn’t know how she’s going to get to the hospital. Unless…

She waits for the pain to subside and then she stands up and slowly makes her way through the row of people and down to the barrier on the sidelines. She manages to catch the attention of a trainer, who recognizes her, and she motions for him to come over.

“Yes?” He asks, obviously confused as to why she’s talking to him in the middle of the game.

“I need Rafinha,” she explains. “The baby’s coming, I need him to take me to the hospital. Can you get him? Please?”

“You’re his wife, right?” The trainer asks.

She nods her head and he sprints over to the bench to talk to Luis Enrique. The trainer points over in her direction, and Luis looks over at her before nodding his head, motioning to Andre Gomes, and walking over to the sideline official. After a quick conversation, the official picks up the digital board and flashes the numbers 12 and 21 to signal that Andre will be a substitute for Rafinha.

It takes a second for Rafinha to notice that his number is on the board, but when he does, he’s obviously upset that he’s being subbed out so early in the game. He throws his hands up before running them over his hair and jogging over to the sidelines, slapping hands with Andre before walking over to Luis.

“Why’d you take me out?” He asks. “We’re not even 30 minutes in, I was doing good –

“Your wife is going into labor.”


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*~cherik fic rec~*

so, to keep record of some things I’ve read, I decided to do a list, then I thought: why not make a fic rec of it?
it’s not in a favorite/rate/word count order, it’s very random, though I’ll include these infomations

when I say random, it’s because some of them are just 2k of porn with plot that you can read in 30 minutes before going to sleep and some are 100k+(or almost 100k) that will take days to finish

and I’m going to add more fanfics everytime I finish one


thank you to authors for the beautiful writing and for making me cry or roll on the ground or laugh out loud 
i love you all

they’re all cherik

here it goes

 One Life for Yourself and One for Your Dreams ♥ by endingthemes

23K / Explicit

When 00 Agent Raven Darkholme manages to capture the elusive Magneto and bring him in for questioning about a dangerous arms deal involving international criminal Sebastian Shaw, it’s up to Quartermaster Charles Xavier to get him to talk. With time running out, Charles needs to convince Magneto to trust him, but they’re both far too good at keeping secrets, and the growing attraction between them is only making things more difficult.

Playing With Fire by professor

6k / Explicit

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

 The stars incline us, they do not bind us ♥ by ikeracity and Pangea

162k / Explicit

Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he’s settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.

Paper Monsters by Clocks

39k / Explicit

Fill for this prompt: Charles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn’t know it’s him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.

Rumor Mill by ikeracity

7k / General Audiences

Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends.
So it’s obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he’s bringing his husband. There’s rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik’s husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik.
What they weren’t expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik’s arm. What they certainly weren’t expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.

part 2: Theraflu and You by ikeracity

6k / Teen and Up Audiences

Summary:The story of Charles’s proposal to Erik will never fail to make Charles blush. Erik summarizes it as, “He literally threw the ring at me,” to which Charles will always protest, “There’s more to the story than that!“Rumor Mill verse backstory. How Charles and Erik got engaged.

The Courtship by dvs

98k / Explicit

A story about a courtship that began five hundred years ago.

Dreaming Men are Haunted Men by ikeracity

2k / Explicit 

Erik wakes up to discover that the Beach Divorce was really just a vivid, terrible dream. Charles comforts him and changes everything.

 Anarchy In The U.K. ♥ by Yahtzee

162k / Explict

"Good God, Erik thought. The Prince of Wales is gay.”

Charles lives in the unceasing glare of the public spotlight, yet keeps his sexual orientation a closely held secret, afraid he could lose his throne and force his deeply troubled younger sister into a role that would crush her. Erik, journalist and world traveler, has been a loner most of his life; he has little patience for closet cases. But a chance meeting in Kenya brings these two opposites together and sets in motion a love affair that will challenge the British monarchy – and their most deeply held beliefs about who they are, and who they should be.

 Good Boys ♥ by zamwessell (greencarnation)

34k / Explict

Charles has always been a good boy.  Erik Lehnsherr is about to change this.

Is it Erik with a C or a K?  by ikeracity and kageillusionz

5k / Explict

When Charles sexts his boss instead of his latest squeeze during one late night of report writing, the first thing he expects is a sexual harassment law suit and the last thing is Mr. Lehnsherr actually fucking him hard into his desk.

(Or the one where the moral of this story is don’t check who you sext if you want your boss to bone you.)

In The Punch Line by zamwessell (greencarnation)

29k / Explict

From the kinkmeme!
Basically, Charles Xavier needs a date to his tenth high school reunion. Enter Erik Lehnsherr, Raven’s best friend, who happens to be a model and the new face of Calvin Klein.

Roses are Red ♥ by ikeracity

4k / Explicit 

Being a mob boss’ associate has its ups and downs. Having sex in the back of a limo on Valentine’s Day is definitely one of the ups.

part 2: A Private Affair by Pangea

7k / Explicit

Summary: Charles is not Erik’s Bond Girl.

part 3: A Pertinent Reminder by ikeracity and Pangea

17k / Mature

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that getting involved in Erik’s mob business isn’t all fine dining and sex on yachts. There’s nothing like taking a couple of bullets to remind Charles of the reality.

Guilty by Association by Regann

61k / Mature


While investigating the homicide of a John Doe who he suspects might’ve been murdered while working the streets as a prostitute, Detective Erik Lehnsherr finds an unexpected ally in a hooker named Charles who seems as determined as he to solve the case. As they become more deeply involved both with the case and each other, there’s just one thing that Charles neglects to mention – that he’s really an investigative journalist, one quickly convinced that what they’re dealing with is more than simple murder. cop!Erik, fake-hooker-slash-reporter!Charles, Modern AU.

Rumor Has It ♥ by blueink3

165k / Teen And Up Audiences


“Did I hear the doorbell earlier?”

“Yeah, but I’d steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof.”

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles’ life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he’s slowly learning to adapt to the first, he’s not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

To Have and To Hold by ikeracity

4k / Explicit


The wedding hasn’t even started and Charles is already bored. When he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, he doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous, stern-faced man having a quiet freak out at his reflection. He doesn’t expect said gorgeous, stern-faced man to turn around and start climbing him like a tree. And he certainly doesn’t expect to discover only after they’ve got their clothes back on that the man he just had glorious sex with is the groom.

Remis (Comic) by Arisu

this fanfic is in comics, so there’s not a word count / Teen And Up Audiences

After Cuba, Charles isolates himself from the world, while Erik rages against it with his brotherhood.

Eventually their paths will cross again, forcing them to face all they have lost.
There can only be one winner on the chessboard. But maybe the world is not all that black and white…

♥ Never Take Biology for Granite
by ikeracity and Pangea

7k / Explicit

(or you won’t be cummingtonite)

Charles is an internet celebrity who garners his fame from posting educational, in-depth videos about a different animal every week, though for some reason his viewers are always more interested in his sex life with his geologist husband, Erik, who happens to frown heavily upon all living things.

Except for Charles, of course, whom he’s missed these past couple days while attending a geologic convention–though considering the subject material of Charles’ newest video, he’s wishing he would’ve stayed away longer.

Order Up by ikeracity

4k / General Audiences

Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up.

Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.


// a.n. short imagine for Hobi ^^ ahhh our boys won! I’m so proud of them, and I’m glad to see them reach their dreams T T they’re making me so emo right now, bye gotta cry //

Summary: It’s hell week. You have about twelve notebooks to review, four books to read, a thesis to do, and three research papers to be continued. Hoseok, being the loving best friend he is, isn’t going to let you stay up until three in the morning without having some fun.

“Y/n, you seriously suck right now.” Hoseok has been laying on your bed for two hours now. He was supposed to help you with your thesis, but when the computer restarted and erased all his hard work (which was at least three paragraphs), he decided to give up. 

“No, you suck for forgetting to save it.” you said in a teasing voice. Two books were on your lap, and you were holding a third one, while your other hand was writing. “Okay, book report finished. Three out of three, nice one!” You stood up, letting the books fall. It was nearing 10:30 pm, and you still haven’t made a dent in the amount of work you have left.

The next thing you had to do was your thesis. It was halfway done, and the first part was a bit sloppy, but you’d rather take a low grade then none at all. “I told you, you shouldn’t have slacked off.” you heard Hoseok mutter from under the covers. “I mean, seriously. It feels like I’m still in high school with you.”

You picked up a science module and threw it at him. It landed on his head, and he let out a groan. He almost acted like Yoongi, if it weren’t for the huge smile plastered on his face. The same smile that melted your heart. If you were to be honest, he was mostly the reason how you got through high school. If it weren’t for him, you would’ve gotten into trouble ages ago.

But none of that really helped right now. He was supposed to be in charge of your research papers and your notebooks. Supposed to be. However, the only change you’ve seen is a drastic decrease in your all-nighter snack stash.

Adding to the chaos of your room were empty (and soon-to-be empty) ramen cups. About a dozen pair of chopsticks lay on the floor, and someone’s sock was on your work table. You knew Hoseok wouldn’t do at least one paper, even if you begged him, but you didn’t want him to leave you. His company was the only thing that was keeping you sane tonight. 

“Hobi, you’re being such a fucking free-loader right now.” You said in your sweetest voice. On any other day, his laugh would’ve sounded like thousands of tinkling tiny bells. This was not one of those days. “Hoseok, I swear to God.” You snapped, your voice harsher. Well, that immediately shut him up. You huffed and turned back to your laptop.

About five minutes full of silence passed, which was already a record for him. You thought you finally had some peace and quiet, then you heard the bed creak. You silently groaned. Within a few seconds, Hoseok was behind you.

You know, being grumpy won’t help you. How about you loosen up a bit?“ His hands were on your shoulders, giving you a massage. You let out a sigh as he pressed down on your tensed muscles. "I can’t procrastinate more. The deadline is in a few days.” you protested.

“Deadline specifically for what?”

“For everything!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. Then with a swift motion, your laptop was shut. Your mouth formed an ‘o’, and before any sound could come out, Hoseok had dragged you off your chair. He took your backpack on the way out, and didn’t let go of your wrist until you were in front of your dorm.

Streetlights lit up your surroundings, and a few people were still outside. A frat house not far away was having a party, a you could faintly hear the music. A few people were on the porch, talking and wanting to get some air. You got scared at first, thinking that Hoseok would drag you there. Thankfully, he dragged you in the opposite direction.

“If I fail most of my classes, I’m blaming it on you.” Although you tried to be threatening, you couldn’t suppress the smile finding its way to your lips. You hated to admit it, but you did want to have a break. Hoseok chuckled lightly, and shook his head. “You’ll be thanking me by the end of the night, I swear.”

After a few minutes of walking in silence, you huffed at him. “Hobi, where exactly are we going?” You turned to look at him, bottom lip jutting out. Hoseok inwardly swooned. He always thought your puppy face was cute, and he could never resist it. “I know a park somewhere over here. I’m pretty sure we’re already close by now- Oh, we’re here.” He said, stopping between two flower bushes. 

The only word to describe it, was breath-taking. Flowers were in rows, and they were grouped accordingly. Every color of the rainbow was there, from roses with poppies, up until to lavenders with lilacs. A few trees stood between the rows, and a cobblestone made up the pathway. 

You didn’t know how you could’ve missed this place for so long. You’d normally rush to university each day, so maybe you didn’t take in your surroundings well. Hoseok, however, seemed to be a usual at the park as he led you through the winding stone route. 

“There’s this one spot here where you could clearly see the stars. It’s a bit far away from the front,kinda dark, but there’s still enough streetlamps so that you can see.”  He took your hand in his, and you both blushed. He was about to pull away, when you squeezed his hand, assuring him that it was okay. 

You couldn’t deny that this was way better than being holed up in your dorm. The weight of stress you received from your schoolwork left you as you inhaled the aroma of flowers. As you walked farther, you saw more stars in the sky. 

Suddenly, Hoseok stopped and you bumped into his bag. He let out a quiet yelp, and you giggled behind him. He cleared his throat, cheeks turning pink again. “This is the spot.” 

You looked up to see hundreds of twinkling stars above you. It looked like a dark ocean, the only light coming from the bright, small specks in the heavens. You let out a breathe you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. “Hobi, it’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you though.” he murmured, but you still heard it. You shifted your attention from the sky to him. His eyes widened, realizing that you’ve heard him clearly. He looked away and cleared his throat for the second time. You laughed again, finding it adorable at how he got flustered. 

For a few minutes, the both of you just stood opposite each other, looking up the vast sky. You were close to him, the tip of his feet touching yours. Suddenly, you were pulled into his arms and you were twirled around. You let out a laugh, feeling your thump. He smiled widely at you, and brought you close to him again. 

You could smell his scent along with the flowers. It reminded you of the mint gums he’d always chew in class, despite the teacher’s scolding. Gently, he spun with you, gazing into your eyes. The park seemed to grow dimmer, and the only streetlamp cast a yellow light that hit his face softly.

His features were more defined, and his brown eyes stood out strikingly. His lips formed a shy grin as you danced. The stars seemed to glow brighter than ever above, and the only thing you could see clearly was him. You hummed softly, matching the tones to your steps.

He let out a content sigh. He had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally happening, felt like a trance for him. Hoseok didn’t care whether someone was watching or not. He just wanted to dance the night away with you. It’s what he always longed for ever since he found that place.

You stopped humming as he pulled you closer. The only thing that you could hear was his breathing, and your heart hammering in your chest. His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. You sensed pleading in them, so you decided to lean in. Hoseok followed your lead, slowly getting nervous as your were nearing him. 

Finally, the short gap was met, and his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, and passionate. It was innocent, and there was no tongue involved. The moment felt as if you and Hoseok were the only people in the world, celebrating your new found love under the cosmos.  

He pulled away carefully, still looking you in the eyes. “So…?” you trailed off after a comforting silence hung over the air. “So…” he repeated, chuckling back. “I told you, you won’t regret it.” You laughed quietly. Everything just felt so perfect. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck afterwards.

You had to give it to him. He was right. And if failing every class was the price for you and Hoseok to be under the stars again, then you’d gladly accept it.

alright children.. gather round..its time 2 hear the story of me . ya boy @actualbrendonurie, meeting panic! at the disco.. this is gonna be long as fuck...

ok so like first off it’s terrifying standing in line, its hot as dicks and i was nervous af, when we were walking closer i  was like “whos that” and kale yelled “who the FUCK do you think it is” and of course it was Zack and he looked at me and i gave sort of a sad dying smile. When people actually starting filing in it was…intense.. we got free pepsis and got to hear their soundcheck tho (which i recorded all of). Oliver @tinybren​ was at the very beginning so he walked out when we were still waiting and he told us about it which was Scary. And when we got into the like little…house..bungalow ….thing.. they were in i’m at least 99.9% sure they kept  hearing me repeat “what the mcfuck” at least like 15 times.. Very nervous.. i also slapped myself like 30 times which my sunburn…now moving on…

when i was the next person in line Zack was fucking around with a walker and we had A Moment. Where i’m sure he thought I was an idiot, it’s fine it’s chill.. when he waved me to go next it was like… heart stopped i swear….i fumbled with the presents and walked up to kenny and shook his hand but since i had the wrong hand out (holding presents with one hello) i ended up bending awkwardly and kinda fucking up but he was nice so its cool, he was like “hi i’m kenny” and i was like “hiiii my name is actually…Brendon, too” and i looked at brendon and i was shit man. like shit fuck. that boy is drop dead gorgeous i swear to god.

the first thing that popped into my head was “oh my god he’s 3D” and it felt kinda like slowmo?? bc i was just taking in his features, like we r the same height and i could see EvERYTHING, his eyes, the hat, his freckles, his smile, the nose, eyebrows, lips, everything. It was….intense… he is honestly such a beautiful dude and hes so gorgeous irl like wow shit fuck i gayed the fuck out. anyways, so i was like “my names actually brendon too” and i heard a few “woah”s from dan and dallon and kenny was like “whaaaaaaaaaaaat” and brendon made a little face and he was like “thats pretty cool!!” and we shook hands weirdly too because he put the wrong hand out too because he’s an Evil Tyrant and he smiled at me and i….i melted…like a popsicle on a hot ass sidewalk.. i just kinda like shoved my gifts at him, less violently than it sounds, and i was like “my MUM WANTED TO GET YOU STUFF TOO ITS NOT ALL FROM ME” and his face did that thing he know the face…when his eyebrows scrunch together and his mouth slowly opens into the :0 shape, he did that only his eys got HUGE and he was like “holy shit” and like i gave him a hat (jat), a tie, and 2 frank vinyls and he kinda moved the stuff to see the frank vinyls and his eyes got bigger and he was like “holy shit???? thank you so much? thank your mom so much” and idk i did get the other guys stuff but i put it in the letter fjhdfjgdhj ok the letters

i had 2 letters, one from me and one from sunny @jupllter​​ and i drew…stuff…on them…fhdjhdgjdfj. I drew like 3 dat bois on mine (also wrote dem boys! at the disco because?? i hate myself) and it was on top of sunnys so it was the first he saw and he pointed at one and went completely serious and he was like “you know that’s me right?” And then broke into the biggest most beautiful bright smile and laughed and i smiled and died a lil and i was like ofc and i moved onto dallon who was Beautiful As Hell holy shit and he was like “hi im dallon james weekes” and i was like “hi i appreciate your tallness” and he smiled wider and laughed a lil and i shook dans hand and i was thinking like “WHAT DO I APPRECIATE” i almost said his drums but that wouldve sounded weird so i just shook and kinda squeaked out “hi” and stared for a minute and then traveled back to the middle and Brendon was handing the presents to Zack and he was like “honestly thank you again so much and your mom” and i was like “aaA she loves you and this is gospel so much” and he got all smiley and happy and i screamed inside

now moving onto pose….i wanted 2 propose originally and then i saw him proposing to someone and i was like Yes and its good i did bc my knees fucked up and i forgot my brace jfdkgjk so i was like “so i was WONDERING…” and he stared at me and cocked his lil puppy head to one side and was listening intensely and i died…ufk.. i mean its brendon urie come on…. anyways i was like “i would do it myself but i have a bad knee so i was wondering for the photo if you could maybe??? propose to me??” and my voice got kinda high and his eyes lit up and he nodded and he was like “oh! yeah sure! just let me get on my knees for you” …… shut up.. hdfjfgjkgj i watched him like scramble down and fix his shirt and i thought “he has a tiny lil knee” anssdsdjhfhjjdfhdjfdg and he stuck his hands up and  i just kinda…..grabbed them… NOT WEIRDLY…. i saw someone else do it and i was like “yeah sure why not” and they were soft and firm and like i’ll never forget them?? god bless america/? ive talked about how A+ his hands are before but theyre even better irl i swear to u.. i didnt look at the camera bc i was like thinking to myself “wow his hands are nice” and then i realised and turned right when jake took the pic jhsdshjfgjrjhfhsjgdn oops

so i was like kinda stumbling away and like kenny stopped me and he was like “so ur names brendon two..?” and he was holding up 2 fingers but for some reason my brain didnt process it so i thought he was asking if i was named brandon?? i dont/?? ii dont know?? and i was like frozen for a sec and he was staring and i was like “nOO haA just brendon” and then brendon peered around me and i think put his hand on my shoulder and he was all serious and confused and he was like “no no but your middle name…your middle names not the number two..right? or is it?” and then smiled and laughed and i died a squeaked out a laugh and smiled at them both and me and brendon urie made so..mcuh…eye contact…..ill never forget it…mostly because i  have an 11 minute video of me sitting on the grass repeating everything that happened like 10 times bc it was so surreal..

the concert itself was unbelievably amazing. The third time i’ve seen panic live, the first time in DOAB era. I’ve been listening to them like.. on and off for so many years, longer than i’ve actually said before bc i..ididnt fucking know when exactly hdfjfghjgfgjh…I was able to give brendon the letter that i needed to for so long, telling him why vices is so important to me and how he really does impact and help so many people.. I hope reading it helped him feel something even if it was small, whether it was like happiness or thankfulness. i just…its so weird.. i’m definitely lucky, definitely blessed, I cried for like an hour after andrews set lmAo i was emotional… kale @sunshinebrendon literally had to hold me but i was like crying into my elbow so it just looked like i was sadly dabbing…its fine..

this was definitely an experience i’ll never forget or regret.

anonymous asked:

9 10 or 12 I LOVE Hurt/comfort!Kristanna it's very comforting and I am in love with your fic "breathe" ugh! My first Frozen fanfic I read too!

Send me “Show me love”

And I’ll generate a number from 1-30.

(these are from…a week ago)

“Hold me until I forget.”

“I don’t feel good. Stay with me…”

“I had that horrible dream again. Can I sleep in your bed?”

[Thank you so much, Anon! <3 <3 <3 ‘Breathe’ is definitely one of my favorites out of my own fics, I’m honored that it was your first Frozen fic :) Sorry that it’s taken me so long to get to your drabble! I hope you like it]




He looked up from his ledger, rubbing wearily at his forehead as he struggled to focus on the small figure in the doorway. Kristoff had never learned to read, not properly—he knew numbers, and useful words, but there had been an awkwardness when Elsa realized that the records he kept as Ice Master, though meticulous, were written in runes. No one else in the city could read runes except for a handful of scholars. He found himself awkwardly submitting to reading lessons, and now he was giving himself the devil of a headache trying to translate his accounts.

“Anna? What are you—why are you in your nightdress?”

She shuffled her bare feet and plucked at the soft yellow fabric. “Because…because it’s nighttime?”

Kristoff rubbed a palm over his face, blinking hard. It was later than he’d realized, now that he was paying attention to details—the sky outside the window was dark, the candles were burning low, his back was aching and Anna was…not just in a nightdress, but her braids were mussed and half undone, her eyes reddened. And she was shivering, without her robe or slippers. He shoved his chair back hastily and went to her, rubbing her arms, her hands.

“You’re cold. What are you doing up? You should be sleeping.”

“I was, I…” She bit her lip and looked down. “I had that dream again,” she whispered. His fingers tightened around hers. She didn’t need to explain further than that. Anna took a shuddery little breath and went on in a rush. “I couldn’t go back to sleep, and I saw the light from your room, and the door was open, and I thought…I thought maybe…” She blushed, worrying at her lip again with her teeth.


“Could I…could I sleep in your bed?”


A broken little giggle escaped Anna at his incredulous expression and her ducked her head. “I don’t mean…um…I just thought, if you’re still up, I could…just for a little bit! Not all night! I just…” She shrugged. “One time when you were gone I just…felt really lonely, and I didn’t want to bother Elsa because she never gets enough sleep, and so…I came in here and I was sitting on your bed, and it smelled like you, and…it made me feel safe, and I sort of fell asleep for a few hours. And…I didn’t have any bad dreams. It was nice,” she mumbled, blush darkening. “I’m sorry.”

Kristoff stared down at her. He remembered coming home, after a long, cold week without her, and thinking that he was imaging the smell of summer flowers on his pillow. He remembered how deeply and peacefully he’d slept, too, his dreams full of Anna. Anna laughing. Anna warm.  Anna safe. He bent to scoop her up in his arms—her feet were probably icy on the stone floor.

“Kristoff? What are you—” Anna broke off as he set her down on the bed.

“Here,” he muttered, feeling his own blush heat his cheeks. “You can sleep here. As long as you want.” He fumbled at the blanket, tucked it carefully around her. He bent to kiss her forehead, and her arms came up the curl around his neck.

“Thank you.”

He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and trying not to look too closely at the sight of Anna curling up around his pillow, nuzzling her face into the soft down. Kristoff sat back down at his desk, trying to work, but after a few minutes of staring blankly at the ledger a sleepy mumble interrupted him.



“Sorry, I just…wanted to hear your voice. I still…I don't…”

Kristoff went back to her. She was in a tight little ball, holding the pillow in a white-knuckled grip. He ran his hand over the back of her head lightly, and she relaxed a little. “Are you still–” scared “—cold?”

“A little,” she said. “I…it’s hard to get warm, after…I don’t feel good. My body sort of feels…wrong. But it’s better with you here,” she said hastily, reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s a lot better.”

He hesitated, but just for a moment. Then he climbed up onto the bed beside her, maneuvering until the shivering little lump under the blanket fitted into the curve of his body. He was fully dressed, there were the layers of bedding in between them, surely they could get away with this. Anna needed this. She was already relaxing as he wrapped his arm around her, his body heat leaching through the blanket and the sheet to warm her.

Anna wormed one arm out from under the coverlet to clasp his hand. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice already soft with sleep. “I couldn’t stop remembering…how it felt.”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly. The back of his throat felt rough, and he pulled her a little closer. “You’re safe.” He was tired, more tired than he’d realized before he lay down, but he forced himself to stay awake, listening for the deep breathing and little snores that would mean Anna was asleep. But she was fighting sleep, too.

“I don’t want to remember. It…it helps when you hold me. Will you hold me until I forget? Please?”

“Anna,” he murmured, shifting to kiss her hair. “I’ll hold you forever.”

I’m Not So Grump.

Originally posted by songvicloria

Quick A/N: I haven’t written anything in many months so I apologize if this sucks. I love you all <3

You had known Suzy for a few years now and she had finally convinced you to move to L.A. After a long 3 hours, the movers finally had all your things in your new apartment. You plopped down on your couch, surrounded by towers of boxes. You had pulled out your phone to scroll through your Twitter feed right as Suzy called.

“Hey, girl! All moved in?” Suzy chirped cheerfully. 

“Not completely,” you chuckled. “I will be once I unpack all these boxes.” 

“Save that for later. I want to show you the studio! I’ll be over in ten all right?”

“Do I have a choice?” You joked playfully. 

-Game Grumps Studio-

“(Y/N), this is Barry and Kevin, our editors and fellow Grumps. This is Jack, our intern. Then Brian, Ross, his wife Holly, my husband Arin, and Danny,” Suzy pulled you around quickly, introducing you to everyone.

“Nice to meet you all! I’m (Y/N),” Perhaps Suzy forgot that you watch the channel and everyone’s side stuff so you kind of already know everyone. 

“Suzy has told us so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Ross spoke to you cheerfully.

Danny looked you over and couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are. You glanced over, unaware he’d been checking you out the last few moments, and smiled at him. He shot a smile back, trying hard to keep a poker face on. He sighed quietly in relief once he realized you hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. 

“Hey, since you just got here let’s start you with making some friends. Come out to dinner with us? Please?” Suzy asked excitedly, making a pouty face at you. 

 “Again, do I have a choice?” You joked, thinking, ‘Hey, maybe I’ll get sat next to Danny’. 

 “Awh, sweet! Lets go people!” Arin demanded joyfully. 

 -At Restaurant- 

 “Okay, Brian, can you try to not kill our waiter?” Danny spoke almost seriously. 

“I can’t make any promises, but for everyones sake, I’ll try.” Brian announced. 

“Thanks, Brian,” Holly spoke, patting him on the shoulder as she and Ross passed by him to the seats they wanted.   

Everyone took a seat and oh no, what a travesty, the only empty seat left was next to Danny. Oh how will you survive the dinner? Before he sat down he pulled out your seat for you. 

“Why, thank you.” 

 “You’re welcome, m'lady.” Danny took his seat next to you. 

On your other side sat Suzy so, thankfully, things wouldn’t feel too awkward for yourself. After a few minutes you all ordered your drinks and the chats among everyone picked up. There were about 4 conversations going on at once and you, not being able to really pick up on anything they were saying, sat on your phone scrolling through Tumblr. 

Danny glanced over at you and happened to see some (otp) fanart. “Well, that’s a bit provocative.” Danny laughed softly. 

“Oh, shit, forget you saw that, oh jeez,” You lock your phone and set it in your lap face down. Your cheeks started to warm as you blushed. “This is so embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands. 

“Hey, it’s all good. Nothing wrong with it. It was kind of cute I have to admit,” Danny smiled at you, “Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

You looked up at him. He was still smiling at you. You smiled back, “So… I have absolutely no idea what to talk about.” 

Just in time, the waiter saved you from further embarrassment by coming by to ask for your orders. About 30 minutes later and many laughs had, everyone’s food was ready. 

“So, (Y/N),” Suzy spoke between bites, “How would you feel about hanging out with us more at the studio? I think you’d be a great addition to the family.” Everyone was looking at you, excitedly awaiting your answer. 

“I mean, why not? I’m not sure what else to do here for the time being.” You laughed happily. 

Everyone laughed and wooted, “Welcome to the family!” Danny spoke cheerfully, giving you the best side hug he could manage. “Since your part of the family now you’ll be needing this.” Danny took your phone and saved his number for you.

-Two Days Later, Grump Studio- 

“So, (Y/N), how are you liking L.A. so far?” Holly asked. 

“What I’ve seen so far, I love,” You answered bubbly. Holly, Suzy and you had been straightening up a mess left over from a late night recording session. You put the last piece of garbage into a bag and tied it shut. “And, done.“ 

 Suzy was whispering something to Holly, who looked over at you and smiled. “I’ll take that out.” Holly grabbed the bag from you and made her way outside. 

Suzy and you sat down on the couch, a Grumpcade session barely audible in the background. “So, have you met anyone you’d be interested in?” Suzy asked out of nowhere as you took a drink of soda. 

You coughed a bit as you tried to swallow, accidentally getting some on your pants. “Uhm, I mean, I’ve only been here for two days.” You calmed yourself after the coughing fit. 

“But you have met plenty of people already.” Suzy laughed a little. She handed you a napkin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke.“ 

“It’s okay. I mean, I kind of like someone but I doubt it’d work out.“ 

“Would that man perhaps be Danny? Don’t choke again.” Suzy asked in all seriousness. 

“Actually, it is him. I mean, you know I’ve watched the show for a long time now but now that I’ve actually begun to learn more about this man I’m feeling more than just a high school crush.” You leaned back and smiled just thinking about what lies ahead of you. 

“I’ve got a plan. Do you like surprises?” Suzy questioned cheerfully, turning in her spot to face you. 

“Depends on the type of surprise.” You sat up, looking at her quizzically. 

“It’s the good kind. I just need your cooperation. Deal?” She grinned brightly at you. 

“Deal,” you laughed softly, “What do I need to do?“ 

“Right now? Nothing. I will be texting you the details later and I will say you should probably wear that super cute dress you got yesterday,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Okay, dude.” you laughed a little, thinking of all the different possibilities of what may lie ahead of you.

-Suzy’s POV-

Great Scott! You’ve done it! You were extremely happy that (Y/N) agreed to participate in your beautiful plan. She probably would of agreed even if she knew the plan was going on a date with Mr. Avidan himself.

“Hey, it’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head home. I’m pooped,” (Y/N) put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. “See you guys tomorrow!”

“See ya!” Holly, Ross, Jack, and yourself shouted. 

Holly ran over to you, smiling brightly, “So, is she going to do it?”

You matched Holly’s excitement, “Yes! She doesn’t know I’m setting her up with him though. Hell Dan doesn’t even know.” 

Holly squeed excitedly. “Gah! This is so exciting!”

Ross was looking at the giggling mess quizzically, “What are you guys up to?”

Jack, now just as curious as Ross, turned to pay attention. “Yes, please, do tell.”

“Well, I’d like to keep it a little secret between girls for now. Plus, Ross, you’d probably accidentally blab about it before my plan is in action.”

Ross laughed, “You’re right, forget I asked, continue with your giggle sesh.”

Danny, Arin, and Brian emerged from the Grumpcade session, still arguing about who played the game better. 

“I have a P.h.D., therefore, I am automatically the better one at Dr. Mario. Get a hold of me when your on my level.” Brian stated very sassily.

“Danny! I need to talk to you!” You shouted eagerly. You ran towards the small group, grabbed Danny by the arm, and booked it out of there. 

“Woah, whats up Suz?” Danny laughed, calming himself a little after being caught of guard. 

“How would you feel about a blind date?” You spoke quickly and happily. 

“A blind date? With who?” he asked confused.

“Well if I tell you it’s not really a blind date now is it?” You poked his nose, “Silly, Dan.”

“True. Is she cute?” 

“The absolute cutest. Just dress like you do. I’ve already got a place booked for you two tomorrow night.” 

“Awh, thanks Suzy.” Danny spoke cheerfully. Thoughts swirled around his mind of who it might just be. He could only hope it was (Y/N). He’d only known her a short while but, my goodness it felt like he’d known her for ages.

-Next Night-

“Are you sure this looks alright, Suz?” you asked self-consciously. 

“(Y/N), it looks perfect. He’ll love it.” Suzy was bursting with absolute joy over her plan. 

“If you say so,” you laughed softly. You still had no idea who she was setting you up with so of course, your anxiety was trying to get the best of you. You took in a few deep breaths and calmed yourself.

“Okay. I think I’m ready.” You smiled brightly at Suzy and she squeed with glee.


You were the first to arrive at the date and the waiter led you to your seat, right next to a gigantic window overlooking the ocean. 

You had only been sat there for a few minutes, scrolling through Tumblr. 

“Not looking at (otp) fanart again are we?” your date chuckled.

You looked up at the man standing before you. Danny Avidan. “Remind me to thank Suzy later.” You laughed and stood up to give him a hug.

Dan kissed you on the cheek, “You look absolutely stunning tonight,(Y/N).” Dan pulled out your chair before taking his seat.

“Such a gentleman.’ You smiled at him. 

“I try,” Dan let out a soft chuckle. You could tell he was just as nervous as you. 

“So did Suzy set you up for this or was this your idea?” You unfolded your napkin and set it on your lap. 

“She set this up for me. I’m actually happy she did.” Danny was blushing just a little, as he laughed nervously.

The waiter came by and you ordered your drinks. You sat your hands in your lap, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m curious, Danny.”

“Curious about?” Danny smiled brightly at you. 

“Would you have still agreed to go on this date if you knew it was me?” You watched his face closely for any signs of disgust. Nothing changed about the way he was looking at you.

“Absolutely. You’re a beautiful young thang and I’d be a fool if I had passed this up.” Danny spoke calmly.

"R-really?” You were so relieved to hear this.

“Yes really. I mean, yes we’ve only know each other a few days but talking to you is so easy and I feel as if I’ve known you years not mere days.” Danny speaking like this took such a load off your chest.

“Would you want to see where things take us? I feel like I’ve known you longer also.” you asked shyly.

“Hell yea I want to see where things go between us!” Danny’s smile lit up the room to you. Moving to L.A. was a very good choice to have made.


“I had a really great time tonight Danny,” he had taken you home and you two were left standing in front of your apartment door.

“I had a really good time, too. Can we do this again soon? Without having Suzy set it up?” Dan chuckled softly.

“Yes we can. I’d really like that.” You smiled shyly at his newly found confidence around you.

"Well I will see you tomorrow then,” Danny leaned down to plant a soft kiss upon your lips making your heart flutter, he pulled away smiling at you, “Good night, beautiful.”

“G-good night,” You were blushing and smiling like a fool. When you got inside you leaned back against the door, sliding down until you sat on the floor. You pulled out your phone to text Suzy.

‘Date was a total success. Thank you so much Suzy!’

You then received a text from Danny, ‘Same time next week? My place? (;’

Is this actually life? You went to bed happier than you had been in ages.

-Two Months Later-

”(Y/N), would you want to be in an episode or two of Grumpcade? Everyone’s curious about who ‘Not So Grump’ is dating.“ Barry asked cheerfully.

"Yea! That’d be awesome. When would that be started.” You asked happily.

“Today! I want to see how good my girl is at some gaming!” Danny exclaimed.


“Hey there! It’s "Not So Grump’ and maybe at some point in our weird lives ‘Mrs. Not So Grump’. (Y/N) will be playing a bit of Dead Rising 2!”

“Let’s get started! I’m ready to kill some zambies.”

In the pause between episodes you two decided to get some snacks. You were tossing some skittles back and forth, trying to catch them in your mouths and it was starting to get agressive. “Ouch! You got me in the eye!”

“Oh no! I’m sorry, baby,” Danny pulled you into a kiss. “Better?”

“Much better.” You put your hands on his cheeks and squished them together making his lips pucker. You giggled at the goofy face you made him have. “I love you, dork.”

Danny blew a raspberry before laughing along with you. “I love you, too. Dork.”

By Chance (Pt.3)

Member: Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update. I’ve been really busy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13 coming soon

“Wanna meet up?” he asked.

“W..What?” you questioned him.

He gave a low chuckle and said: “Y/N-ssi…how do you feel about meeting up?”

You blinked a few times, swallowed, licked your lips and said: “Chanyeol-ssi..I..” he then interrupted you and said with a laughing tone, “What? Are you flustered?” Your cheeks heated up and you bit your lower lip and inhaled a breath and said: “Is that even okay? I mean…”. “I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t. it possible?” he said in an amused tone.

You chewed on your thumbnail and said “I guess yeah…” you heard him laugh before he said: “Is any time okay with you?” you understood what he meant by his question, your guesses were suggesting that he probably wanted to meet during the week, some where quiet and late at night. You gave him a sound that signaled your approval then you heard him speak and say “Good. Do you mind me picking the place?” with an apologetic tone. “No it’s fine..I understand” you told him walking in pointless circles.

“Okay, so there’s this nice quiet cafe in the street between Hapjeong station and Sangsu station, they have really good stuff, can we go there on Wednesday?” he said with a slight nervousness in his voice.

We? Why did this sound so sweet? And why did it sound like he was asking you out?

“Yeah that sounds fine” you told him twirling your hair around your fingers. He stayed silent for a while and said “I’m sorry to ask you this but…can we meet at like 12..A.M?” you actually heard the wince in his voice when he said the last part of his sentence. You smiled to yourself and bit your lower lip once again and said: “Chanyeol-ssi..I’m not like other girls, I understand. 12 A.M is fine”

He sighed, he actually did.

“That’s a relief then” he told you playfully and then continued “Uuuhhh..then I guess goodnight?” you laughed and said “goodnight”, and with that you hung up the phone.

You stood still in your place, your heart beat was racing and your ears felt like they were on fire despite the fact that your feet were ice cold and your palms were sweaty. You were excited, nervous and just…happy. Who knew in your lifetime, you would actually be talking to freaking Park Chanyeol and meeting him in the time span of two days? If you didn’t know any better you’d say this was all a long ass dream, and if it was then life is just too cruel.

“How do I even sleep now?” you asked yourself in a low excited whisper. You walked to your bed and tucked yourself under the covers and smiled to yourself and clutched your stomach in an attempt to stop the overly excited butterflies in it and closed your eyes to sleep.

The next morning you barely made it out of bed, you were too excited to get some proper sleep and the wheels in your mind wouldn’t stop working. You seriously could not believe that this was all happening. And to you out of all people.

You made your way to the kitchen and greeted Han Byul in a sleepy voice, she tuned around and placed a couple of toasted breads in front of you and said “Wow! You look like shit” you yawned, stretched your arms and said “Yeah..Sand-man was slightly late last night” she laughed and shook her head saying “I have some field work today so I’ll head out first okay?” you nodded and sipped on your morning coffee and waved her a goodbye. “Thanks for the food” you yelled to her before she could close the door behind her. “Yeah yeah..tomorrow’s on you” she yelled back. You smiled and took another sip of your coffee, ate your breakfast and made your way to your room to get dressed so you could leave to work.

The day went by normally, you still had so much work on your plate and unfortunately, you didn’t receive any texts from Chanyeol to brighten up your day. And it didn’t help the fact that you barely slept last night, You were so sleepy to the point that you had to make an extra effort to perform your everyday tasks, and no amount of cups of coffee or energy drinks could help you. You just needed to sleep. You sighed and hoped this day would come to an end soon.

By the time the day ended you were so low on energy you wanted nothing more than the comfort of your bed. You got into your apartment and dragged your feet to your room, took a lazy shower and then crashed on your bed and slept instantly.

The next day, you woke up to a buzzing and a screaming phone. You extended your hand from under the pillow where your head was also buried and looked for your phone around the mess that your blanket created. You got a hold of it around your fingers, pulled it under the pillow and swiped it open with still closed eyes. You slowly opened your eyes and squinted at the brightness of the screen and saw that you received several text messages. You quickly got up and opened them.

They were all from Chanyeol.

-Hey you, how was your day today? I just finished a recording for Mnet. ^^ received at 09:24 PM.

-Why aren’t you replying? received at 09:30 PM.

-Haha! I guess you’re busy I ended up talking to myself.  received at 09:45 PM.

-Y/N-ssi…Is everything okay? received at 11:17 PM.

-I guess you slept? Goodnight..Pikachu” received at 12:39 AM.

You cursed yourself for sleeping so early, you quickly typed your reply and said “Omg! Chanyeol-ssi I’m so sorry! I was so tired last night I practically collapsed onto my bed”. You hit the send button and chewed on your inner cheek. Waiting for a reply from him was gonna eat you alive, so you decided to go brush your teeth and wash up, maybe you’d kill those few minutes like that before they kill you.

You hurriedly got out of the bathroom and snatched your phone off of your bed and opened it. You saw his reply which read: “Haha, It’s okay Y/N-ssi, I don’t mind. As long as you don’t sleep and forget about our…meeting tomorrow ^^.”

You smiled to yourself and texted back: I won’t…trust me. 

A few minutes passed and your phone signaled the arrival of a new message. “I trust you just like how Ash trusts Pikachu ^.~”  you rolled your eyes and shook your head at the message displayed in front of your eyes and left your phone to get dressed for work. You got out of your room and looked around for Han Byul who seemed to be missing. You found a sticky note on the refrigerator that read: I thought I told you breakfast was on you hoe! -.- but since you slept in, I made it. It’s on the counter.

You smiled and said out loud “I’m sorry Byul-ah! What would I ever do without you?” and then you went to consume her ready made breakfast.


You tossed and turned endlessly in your bed. You glanced at the small bunny shaped alarm clock that was placed beside your bed to see that it was three minutes passed 3:00 AM.

You couldn’t sleep. You just couldn’t.

The idea that you were meeting Park Chanyeol himself tomorrow night was consuming your entire being. Texting was something, but meeting him was something else. Not to mention that texting him alone was enough to send jolts of excitement all over your body. What were you even gonna do tomorrow?

You groaned and got up and walked to the kitchen to fix yourself a nice glass of warm milk to help you sleep. You sat at the kitchen table and scrolled through your phone looking at tweets and pictures as you gulped down your glass of milk. You almost spilled your milk when your phone rang and the caller’s ID showed that Chanyeol was calling you. At 3:00 freaking AM.

You quickly hit the answer button and held the phone to your ear and said “Hello? Chanyeol-ssi…”

How did he even know you were awake?

“Oh! Did I wake you up?” he said in a surprised tone, clearly not expecting you to pick up.

You laughed and said: “No you didn’t I was already up. I couldn’t sleep”.

“That’s good. Not that you couldn’t sleep but that I didn’t wake you up. I was scared that I might”. You giggled before you said: “You didn’t no worries..I’m sorry but could you wait a bit?” you slowly walked to Han Byul’s room to make sure she was asleep. You peeked through her door and you saw her even breathing. Yup! She’s asleep alright.

“Are you still there?” you asked him quietly, almost whispering.

He chuckled and said: “Yup..” you smiled and the line went silent for a bit as you walked back to your room.

You then heard him break the silence and say: “Oh! Uhhh..I’m sorry I called at such a time but…it’s just that we didn’t really talk for what I consider a while now and..I..missed you”.

You froze in your tracks and your heart just sank and melted at the same time. Missed you? Did he really just say that?

“ what?” you asked him wanting a confirmation for what you just thought you heard. “Uhhh..” was all he said with his famous thick, honey like voice. He then laughed what would be classified as an awkward laugh and said: “I should..I mean I have to go, manager hyung will give me a hard time if he finds me on the phone at this goodnight~” he finally said.

“Y..yeah sure..goodnight” was all you managed to say due to your flustered state. And then the line went silent.

Geez! Now you have another reason not to be able to sleep tonight.


You saw nothing but dark circles when you looked at your face first thing in the morning. You sighed and rubbed your eyes and washed your face. That day, you took extra care in applying your makeup.

As the day went by, you were getting more and more nervous. Tonight, you were gonna go meet Chanyeol. Alone. Away from the cameras, lights and the screaming fans. Just him, alone as a normal person.

Tick tock, tick tock

It was already 11:00 PM and you were still in you room, not dressed. You hastily went through your closet to pick an outfit.

An outfit, an outfit. Why was this so difficult.

You settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and an oversized pastel yellow fuzzy -not too hot- sweater, let your hair down and slowly walked out of your room towards the apartment door. Tonight, you really thanked the heavens that Han Byul was an early sleeper.

You took the bus to where you and Chanyeol agreed to meet, along the way, not once did you stop biting and chewing on your bottom lip. To say that you were nervous and excited was an understatement.

You finally arrived at the described cafe, and before you entered, you placed a trembling hand on your chest and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You kept replacing the idea that Chanyeol was a celebrity with the thought that he’s just like any other person. And that this was just a regular outing with a guy.

Except that Chanyeol wasn’t like any other person, and this “outing” was far from regular.

You walked through the door, and the bell that hung above the door rang into your ears. The cafe’s staff -at least the ones who saw you- greeted you. You looked around for him as you walked passed the slightly empty cafe.

And then there he was.

He sat far back at a corner table. He wore a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan or sweater, you couldn’t really tell. And a black cap that slightly covered his face. You walked up to him in small steps and waved your hand in front of his face as he was busy with his phone. “Chanyeol-ssi?”

His head shot up from his phone and he looked at you with big, round brown eyes and instantly smiled a big toothy smile. “Pikachu! You’re here!” he said excitedly as he got up from his seat and bowed a little.

You bowed back and nodded at him. He then quickly moved from his place and opened your seat for you and gestured you to sit down. You thanked him and sat down.

He then went back to his own place, sat back down and pulled his cap off of his head for a moment to ruffle his red hair and pull the cap back on backwards.

“I hope this place wasn’t so hard to find” he said as his palms rubbed his knees. You shook your head “No, I actually discovered that I often pass through here but I never paid attention to this cafe” you said looking around the small cozy place.

“Yeah, not a lot of people do. That’s why I like it.” he said flashing you a smile.

The waitress then came and placed a couple of menus in front of you, Chanyeol told her that he’d be having his regular and then he turned to you and said: “What will you be having?” You hesitated for a bit and looked around the menu, you then lifted your head and told him “I’ll have what you’re having” he smiled at you yet again and told the waitress.

“Your hair is red” you commented.

“Hm?” he said looking at you with his cute wide eyes.

“When we first met your hair was black” you told him shyly trying to strike a conversation.

“Aaah! You’re right! I dyed it because I was shooting something” he replied nodding. He suddenly gave you a cheeky grin and said: “Y/N-ssi…” you looked at him wondering what he had in mind.

“Aren’t you gonna eat that?” he asked pointing towards the ketchup bottle that was placed in the center of the small table you sat at.

You rolled your eyes and surprised yourself when you playfully hit him in the arm. He instantly grabbed his arm and rubbed it and gave you dramatic sounds that suggested you hurt him. You laughed and said: “Stop with this Pikachu thing! Where did it even come from?”

He stopped his dramatic reaction and looked at you “Well, that day, when we met, when I bumped into you remember? Actually that day, I was playing Pokemon Go and I was trying to catch Pkaichu when we crashed into each other. And when you fell to the ground and I talked to you and you looked at me, you made a face that looked exactly like Pikachu. So I just called you that” he said in his famous word elongating form of speech while his hands were moving in an explanatory manner. And then he pursed his lips together making his dimple appear and avoided your eyes.

Cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

You stared at him and pursed your lips together and then just burst out in laughter. “Alright then. If you like it you can use it” you told him wiping the small tear that lingered in the corner of your eye.

He laughed too and said: “I’m already using it. See? I even saved you like that on my phone” and pointed his phone at your face.

You looked at it then back at him but before you could say anything the waitress came with your drinks in the tray she carried. She placed the drinks at the table and left. You thanked her and took a sip of your drink. You looked at Chanyeol who was doing the same and said: “Mmm..this is really good Chanyeol-ssi.” He looked up from his drink and said: “Isn’t it? I’m telling you this place is everything” you nodded and continued drinking.

This was nice. You spent the entire time talking, joking and laughing as if it wasn’t the first time you both meet and sit together. He was nice, friendly, warm, comfortable and easy to talk to. He put you at ease and you felt like you were yourself around him.

He told you about everything. What his life was like as a celebrity, his band mates, the crazy schedules, the concerts and tours. Everything. You did the same. You told him why you came to Korea and your friend Han Byul, when you became a fan of EXO, your family. Everything.

It was all too nice and surreal and strangely intimate.

“So Chanyeol-ssi..” you spoke after your laugh faltered from the story he was telling you about him and Baekhyun. You couldn’t continue what you were saying because he was shaking his head in refusal. You looked at him with confused eyes and then he opened his mouth to say “We need to change that”

“Change what?” you asked him still confused. “If I call you Pikachu it’s only fair that you call me oppa no?” he said with the most charming face expression you have ever seen on a man before.

“O..oppa?” you asked your cheeks heating up. He chuckled and you were really surprised when his fingers came in contact with your cheek and he pinched you “How could you be this cute?” he asked really amused by you.

Your cheeks were on fire now. You placed your hand where the impact of his fingers lingered. “Can you do that Pikachu? Can you call me oppa?” he asked sweetly placing his elbows on the table and leaning playfully towards you. You kept silent but nodded your head in agreement to his request.

He leaned back with a side smile plastered on his face. He then checked his watch and said: “It’s getting really late. I should take you home”

They way he said those words made you feel like he was the most dependable person on earth. You thought it was really manly of him to simply impose on himself the burden of taking you home.

“Chanyeol-ssi..I mean..oppa” you said with a shy tone and then continued “It’s okay I can just take the bus” shaking your head and hands in refusal.

“Now what kind of person would I be if I let you go home at a time like this alone? I made you come here at such a late time, it’s only normal that I take you know to make sure you get home safely” he said fumbling with his wallet and placing a couple of bills on the table.

Gosh! Not only was he taking you home he was even paying.

“Come with me, I parked at the back” he told you standing next to you and placing a hand at the small of your back once you got up. His action made you blush so hard you wanted to just run and hide in the corner away from him. He was really charming when he took the lead like that.

He opened your door and you got in fastening your seat belt. He jogged to his side of the car, got in and drove. “I didn’t now you drove” you told him as you played with your hair. He gave you a low breathy laugh and said: “Of course I do”. His hand then reached for the AUX cord and he gave it to you “Let me hear what kind of music you listen to” he said focusing on the road.

You loved how casual and intimate this small gesture was.

You plugged in the cord and played your favorite song that wasn’t EXO. He stopped at the red light and looked at you with wide eyes. “This is your favorite song?” you nodded as you sang the lyrics. “No way Y/N! It’s mine too!” he said with the most excited way you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes widened at him and you said “Get out of here!” he laughed and swore that it was, and turned the volume up. You both chanted the lyrics loudly exchanging glances and laughs.

You never stopped laughing that night.

Your fingers were pointing the directions to him while your lips were busy singing the song with him. He finally stopped at your place and turned the volume down and looked at you “Let me walk you to the door” he said unfastening his seat belt. You smiled and nodded and did the same and got out of the car.

You both walked in a unnecessarily slow pace til you reached the big gate of your building.

“I really enjoyed this Y/N” he said towering over you.

“Me too” you said avoiding his gaze.

He chuckled and said: “I’d like to do this more often. Hang out with you like today”

“I’d like that too” you told him looking him in the eye this time and smiling.

He smiled back and stood on his tiptoes for a moment and said: “well then..goodnight” you flashed him a smile and wished him a good night as well. He locked gazes with you for a while before he climbed down the stairs and went back to his car. He stood by the vehicle and put his hands to his mouth and cooed in a slight whisper: “goodnight Pikachu~”

You giggled at him and said waving your hand “Goodnight Chanyeol oppa”. You watched him flash you a final smile and a reaction that made it look like you shot an arrow through his heart as he clutched his chest when you called him oppa before getting into the car and driving off. You saw his arm extend out of the window and wave you a final goodbye. You shook your head and rolled your eyes and waved back with a smile that never left your lips that night.