i should name him some time

anonymous asked:

im so glad you had a good time at the concert! did they leave spaces from where yixing would be? i remember seeing others post about it

Yup, in some songs I noticed 💔He should have been there, and in USA and just withEXO. I love him and I hope things get better. He is so loved, babe I can’t explain how much they all screamed for Yixing. How loud we all yelled his name to show our support. It was truly magical ❤️
Thank you! Ara~

Using genealogy to find your trans-cestors

My grandpa does genealogy for fun and he just emailed me about my great grandmother’s great-great-granduncle who was born Sally Strout in Maine, 1791-1871. He identified as male rather than female and went to the lawmakers of Maine to ask them to recognize him as male, allow him a name change and to be allowed to marry a woman. This caused a lot of hoopla since that just wasn’t done at the time, but in the end Albion Peter Strout got his name change and gender recognition, and legally married a lady, Mary Dorsett, on August 31st 1835. He was well thought of by his peers and owned a tavern and sawmill in Buxton, Maine.

We have ALWAYS existed and the historical records are there to prove it. Genealogy is a great resource for learning about our trans ancestors (and LGBTQ+ too!) and it should be used to its fullest potential. Now I know I have a confirmed trans guy related to me who lived 200 years ago and not only had the respect of his town but even got the law on his side in a time when people like him weren’t taken seriously!! Dig around and see what you find about your own family history. Even if you hate your family that’s living, you may find some amazing and inspirational relatives who have passed on.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied/light Smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 14,844 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Things Change (Gaston)

word count: 2, 794

summary: Your father is sick and in need of medicine. Gaston instantly falls for your looks, and instead of turning him down, you see a way to help your father. Things don’t go as planned.

warning: slight OOC 

a/n: Yep. I’ve fallen for the beauty that is the live action Gaston, portrayed by the even more gorgeous Luke Evans. Gotta thank the encouragement from my post. And @marvelavengings for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also, can anyone find the Spongebob reference? A gift may ensue. I could’ve written more but I got tired it’s nearly midnight so be easy on me…hope you guys like it. 

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

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Overly Analytical Problem #25
  • Analyst: Time to relax...
  • Mind: No!!! I don't want to relax! We should study horticulture. I know the scientific names of 183 plants. I'll start naming them. We should learn more about Napoleon Bonaparte. Here's 100 myths about him. Let's research the history of the playing card. I don't know why but it might come in handy some day. This is the list of all the random things we've leaned that have been useful in the past. We should brush up on our-
  • Analyst: Fine!!! I'll go study! *sits down at desk* So, what are we learning?
  • Mind: hmm? Oh... I don't feel like studying anymore... let's look at pictures of kittens instead!
Ephemeral || 01

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by lonastic

pairing: Jimin | reader 

genre: slight angst, not too much

word count: 2.4k

summary: six months ago, Park Jimin broke your heart, though getting over him isn’t quite as easy if you’re still in love with him

warnings: none

a/n: I don’t hate any of the people who are portrayed as dislikeable characters in this story!


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You stared out your bedroom window as the sun started to rise and illuminate the previously nightly black sky with warm tones of yellow, orange and pink. After Jimin had called you, you couldn’t get a hold of any more sleep that night, but still there was a feeling of proudness lingering in your chest. Despite not being able to fully ignore his call, you still managed to say ‘No’ to coming over to his dorm.

It’s something he’d frequently do, call you at random times of the day, more in the early hours of the morning than when it was actually mundane. You guessed that he probably had no other mindless toy, that would willingly get up and come over at 4am when it was class the next morning. But what can you say, you’d already lost count over how many times you sneaked out of your dorm, trying not to wake your roommates, who were already hating the fact that you were still wasting your time on someone like Jimin, and quickly ran across the campus just to see him.

Him.

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Jealousy ~

Yousef is Jealous™ of Isak of all people and Sana finds it funny (and maybe even likes it a little bit). Based on a text post from @iipsychotic-angelii

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Yousef is playing video games with Elias when Sana rushes out of her room carrying a backpack, wearing minimal makeup and dressed in her usual black. Mrs. Bakkoush is sipping tea and reading the newspaper in the dining room and Sana gives her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Mamma, I’m going to Isak’s house, will be back in two hours.” she says as she quickly runs out the door.

“Text me when you get there!” Mrs. Bakkoush yells at the closed door.

Isak. This is the third time he has heard that name. Who is this Isak and why is Sana always talking about him? He wonders if he should ask Elias, but decides against it.

Yousef didn’t like the feeling burgeoning inside him at the thought of Sana and some faceless boy; but he has no right to feel that way so he crushes the notion before it leads him to a corner of his mind he really didn’t want to visit right now.

He tries to focus on the game, but for the next three rounds he loses.

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Yousef hears laughter in the kitchen. He walks over and see Sana’s face crinkled up in the most adorable way as she points the boy’s startlingly scarlet cheeks. Isak.

“I told you!” she says in between giggles. “I told you you wouldn’t be able to handle spicy chai but of course you had to try.”

Isak shakes his head and inhales and exhales a few times. “It’s not that I can’t handle it, it’s just…a lot of intense flavor.”

Sana raises her hands and finger quotes, “Intense flavor huh? You face is a tomato Isak.”

Jokingly he huffs in an indignant manner. “Whatever. Let’s go finish the project. We barely have a page and its due Friday.”

Sana smiles and nods as she puts away the cups.

Yousef watches this easy camaraderie between them with increasing frustration and when they finally notice him his expression is not exactly friendly.

“Ehmh hmph.” Isak coughs. He smiles at Yousef as he walks out of the kitchen and Yousef tries his best to return it.

Sana and Yousef remain rooted to their spots. The silence is so awkward that he breaks it with the first thing that comes to his mind.

“He’s a really close friend isn’t he?”

Yousef regrets it as soon as he says it because he doesn’t want to seem like he’s prying but Sana doesn’t look offended.

She shrugs her shoulder and simply answers, “We’re biology buddies. Well technically chemistry buddies now.”

Chemistry buddies? Yousef should leave it at that, he really should. But he continues, “How long have you known him?”

Sana’s eyes twinkle mischievously and she has a curious look on her face now. Yousef wonders if he gave too much away.

“For about a year.” She says slyly and offers nothing more.

He’s at a loss how to proceed but she saves him the trouble as she excuses herself and walks away.

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Back in her room Isak is babbling away about chemical reactions but Sana’s mind keeps going back to that wounded expression on Yousef’s face. She guesses that’s how she must’ve looked when she saw Yousef and Noora at the party.

Is this wishful thinking? Is she projecting and imagining certain things when in reality there’s nothing there at all?

She doesn’t know why she didn’t make it clearer, she could’ve simply said “we’re friends and nothing more” and dispelled all confusion or speculation.

But for some reason, she didn’t.

It ends up leaving her with a funny feeling in her chest, a weird sense of joy mixed with vindication and something else she didn’t dare put a name to.

Isak snaps two fingers in front of her face.

“Helloooo. Sana to Earth, Sanasol to Earth!”

She rolls her eyes at him and tries to focus on their project.

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It’s the third time he’s seen her rushing off to Isak’s place and now he just has to ask Elias. “What kind of project requires that much after school work? I mean we never had something like that in Bakka.”

Elias, oblivious as always, replies, “Sana’s a perfectionist. Her grades matter a lot to her, so I’m sure she’s just overdoing it as always.”

Yousef drops it at that. But his thoughts remain elsewhere and Elias beats him every round again. He’s beginning to get real tired of losing.

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Sana walks Isak outside and Even is there waiting for him. Their faces light up simultaneously and they greet each other with their usual passionate kiss.

She looks at them and wonders how it feels to be fortunate enough to find that kind of love.

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Yousef watches from the window above as the two boys wave goodbye to Sana. He feels like an utter fool.

She looks up as she’s about to go back inside and spots him at the window.

He’s frozen and doesn’t know if he should duck or just pretend he was looking at the sky and honestly this is so stupid stupid stupid.

Sana tilts her head and raises her eyebrow. Then she gives him a slow smile and he remembers how to breathe again.

She goes back inside and he presses his forehead against the cool window.

On one hand he’s laughing at himself for being such an idiot, but on the other hand, in a place deep inside his heart, he’s so relieved.

And that relief both scares and thrills him at the same time.

The Daisies Across the Street

Summary: Nico di Angelo, the town’s tattoo artist, has longed to meet the blonde florist across the street. On Valentine’s Day, Nico realized he much more prefers daisies to roses.

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Before You Bow Down

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster) // BTS

GENRE: lots. of. fluff. 

WORD COUNT: 4, 784 words 

SUMMARY: Living as an idol is hard. People tend to forget that you’re human and that you have breaking points. They expect and expect and turn their backs on you when you don’t satisfy. But, before you bow down, remember what’s more important: your own expectations. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: dedicated to the talented, beautiful and hardworking leader whom not a lot seem to appreciate. I love you, you beautiful angel. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by ilalisa


“Y/N, TAKE TABLE TWO PLEASE, HE’S BEEN WAITING A WHILE.” 

Nodding, you grabbed an iPad and rushed towards the tall man sitting near the window, a mask concealing majority of his face. He wore an expensive looking watch, rings adorning several fingers. You could see the outline of his glasses as he gazed out the window, hints of blonde hair peeking out underneath the beanie he wore. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, sir, what can I get you?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Sir?” 

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La La Land (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry there haven’t been any updates in a while but here is something!!! I have a bunch of ideas but I’m having trouble finding time to write. More stories to come soon! Leave some feedback if you’d like :) Also La La Land has become my new obsession so…. here. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,018

Prompt: You’re at the cinema alone and so am I we might as well sit together and I swear I didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like I do.

- Written by Brie - 


You’re lame. You’re so lame you can’t even believe yourself. Who the hell goes to the theater alone at two in the afternoon just to see a movie for the third time. You, that’s who. You didn’t even bother to stop at the concession counter for the classic popcorn and soda combo as you hurried to your theater door, by now were an expert at sneaking outside food into the theater. If only the snack counter sold chicken nuggets and fries, you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty sneaking in your salty contraband.

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legends of tomorrow sentence starters ;

i’m no one’s lapdog. 
you’re a special kind of crazy, i like it. 
so why don’t i get to play bad guy? ‘
can i burn some stuff now? ‘
you screwed up pretty good. 
your plan sucks, you know that right? ‘
i’m coming with you. 
i already got a partner. 
you just knocked me out! ‘
this ain’t over. 
i guess i dodged a bullet. 
you think i wanna be like you? ‘
thinking like that is what makes you a criminal. 
i take it back ( name ), you’re not completely useless after all. 
as many lifetimes as it takes, i know you’re worth the wait. ‘
your conceptions of romance need some work. ‘
i’m grateful for another opportunity to kill you. 
please just save your strength. ‘
i didn’t give you much of a choice the first time. 
i say we kick ( name )’s ass. 
i pay attention. 
simple don’t mean easy. 
you’re not as thick as people say. 
thick — doesn’t that mean stupid? ‘
if you can’t kill your enemy, weaken him/her/them. ‘ 
you should have let me punch him/her/them. 
i thought i specifically said no weapons! 
i’m a monster.
i’m not exactly asking, ( name ).
is there anything you think about other than yourself?
can i shoot him?
you got a pair on you kid, i respect that.
so no shooting?
you can’t tell me you don’t wanna see what this baby can do. ‘
you sure have a lot of personal observations to make.
fine, don’t talk to me.
killing is never easy, especially for a good man.
killing doesn’t make you a monster.
history screwed me first.
that’s a very pointed observation.
don’t ever let anyone hurt you.
no matter what you always have to look out for yourself.
for a monster, you dance quite graceful. 
what the hell are parachute pants? ‘
i always wanted to be a spy. 
instead of dwelling on what’s wrong, let’s focus on the positive. 
are you quoting top gun? ‘
now you’re annoying in another language. 
i’m not a fan of feelings. 
you said i’d get to use my gun. 
i see we can add eavesdropping onto your criminal resume. 
oh, i love the cold. 
what a wuss. 
no, this is a dictatorship where you get to call all the shots & i get to take all the shots. 
when are you gonna learn that you are not my father. 
tried being the operative word. 
i think your problem is the opposite of mine. 
come on, are you scared? ‘
us criminals have a code; never leave one of your own behind

I Can’t Leave Her Here

||| Anon asked:  Could you do a reaction where BTS meets a homeless girl singing on the streets For money and one keeps visiting her because he slowly fell for her? |||


Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 813

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He will never forget the first time he saw her. He was heading to the dorm after a dance practice when he heard somebody singing. It was pretty late but he still looked around to see if any of the fans were following him. Good. Tonight was quiet. He pulled his mask on and headed in the direction of the park. There was hardly anyone around, except for her. She was sitting on the bench. The first thing Taehyung thought was that her voice sounded like out of this world. He leaned on one of the trees and closed his eyes. Somehow her singing calmed him down. He was standing there for a few minutes when the singing ceased. He opened his eyes and noticed that she was staring in his direction. He looked around to see if anybody was behind him but to his surprise she was looking at him and smiled. This made him blush and he quickly left the park. Good thing he was wearing a mask or she would have noticed how red he became.

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A few nights later he couldn’t resist to go check out if she would be there again. He heard her voice from a distance and was once again drawn to it. It was starting to get warmer and this time she had a crowd around her. They all clapped loudly after each song, sometimes throwing some money into the bucket placed besides her.

“So she’s a street performer.” he thought. He waited there and listened to her till he was the only one left standing.

“It’s you.” she spoke.

“You know me?” Taehyung asked.

“Not yet. But I remember those eyes.” she smiled giving him a hand. “My name is Y/N.”

Her smile made him feel warm and he took and shaked her hand taking his mask off at the same time. He waited for some kind of reaction but she showed no signs of knowing him.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s strange. You really don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?” she chuckled.

“Ah no no, it’s just that-“ he started stuttering, embarrassed of his own question. “Of course. Not everyone is going to know about you.” he thought.

“I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Oh it’s Taehyung, nice to meet you.” and just now he noticed that he was holding her hand the whole time. “I’m sorry.” he said quickly letting go of it.

“It’s okay.” she smiled again. “Do you like music?”

“Yeah! I love music! I’m a singer myself.” he blurted and then realized what he said. Somehow he didn’t yet want her to know that he belonged in a group. “But I just sing to myself and such, not like I’m a pro or anything, you know.” he tried to explain.

“That’s amazing!! We should definitely try singing together one day.”

“That would be great.” he said as he checked the time. “Oh shoot. I was supposed to be back 2 hours ago.” he thought.

“In a hurry?”

“Kind of. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Where else.” she said but Taehyung didn’t take it into consideration that time and just quickly waved her goodbye and rushed back.

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He couldn’t stop thinking about her but their schedules became so packed that he couldn’t go see her for almost 2 weeks. Sad that he probably missed his chance, he still wandered into the park. Maybe. Just maybe she will be there.

He was more surprised not by the fact that she was there but because she was actually sleeping on the same bench he always saw her singing on. He then noticed she was wearing the same clothes from their last meeting. Concerned he approached. He took his jacket off and put it on her but as he was looking at her face she woke up.

“Taehyung!?” she gasped. “Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.”

“Y/N, are you okay? Why are you sleeping here? It’s already really late outside.”

“Because I don’t have where to go.” she said averting her gaze to the ground. She held onto Taehyung’s jacket and started crying.

Only then did he realize that the owner of this angelic voice was actually homeless. He had so many questions as to what happened because she looked about his age but decided to leave them for later and just sat down and took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say but that was enough as she hugged him back and cried till there was nothing left. Her breathing slowed down and Taehyung noticed that she fell asleep.

“How cute.” he thought wiping the tears away from her face. “I can’t leave her here.” he told himself as he picked her up and put her on his back. “She can stay with me for as long as she wants.” he decided, heading in the direction of the dorm.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

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"I'll never be enough"

They warned me about Harry. How he was magnetic, how you wouldn’t know how he had you wrapped around his finger until it was much too late. Much like how the moon pulled the ocean, he pulled you right to him.

I was warned and I proceeded without caution.

And now it was too late.

I watched him roll out of my bed, running a hand through his hair before stretching. His back muscles rippled and I noticed the scratch marks etched into his skin by my own nails the night before. He turned towards me as he pulled on his jeans and when he saw I was awake he offered me a small smile. “Sorry, love. Did I wake you?”

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”

“Thought you deserved to sleep in, I know you haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in a while.”

That was true, but what Harry didn’t know was that I was having trouble sleeping because he wasn’t in bed beside me. “I didn’t know you’d be leaving so early.”

“Told you I’d be going home today.”

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Writing Challenge

So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written so I apologize in advance for how bad it is. 

Language Barrier

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summery: Lin hits on reader and she pretends not to know English

Warning: None

A/N: So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written, so I apologize for how terrible this is. Also I don’t know French, so all of this is from Google translate. English translations are in parenthesis. 

You couldn’t ever remember being this stressed. You were sitting at your favorite coffee shop, drinking you third coffee of the day, and attempting to finish your essay that was due that night. When a man just strolled up to your table, tripped over his feet a little and said, “Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you.”

You didn’t even know what to say or do. You didn’t have time for this. I mean yes he was cute, but you had too much on your plate right now to even think about dealing with him. So you just did the first thing that popped into your head.

“Excusez-moi? Je regrette de ne pas parler anglais.” (Excuse me? I’m sorry I don’t speak English) French wasn’t your first language but you were still pretty decent at it. It was also an easy way to not deal with people when you didn’t want talk. By the look on his face it worked.

“Oh…I-I’m sorry…I don’t understand,” he stuttered out, looking even more flustered, and a slight blush appearing on his cheek. You had to admit he was attractive. He had a little scruff on his face, like he had forgotten to shave for the last couple of days. He had medium length hair that was slightly falling out of his ponytail, due to him messing with it nervously. His eyes were warm and had laugh lines around them. He really did seem sweet, but you shook yourself out of his trance.

“Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment occupé en ce moment,” you replied to him, a wary smile on your face. You didn’t want to be mean, you just wanted to finish this paper. He smiled back at you. You wished you could just keep looking at his smile. Before you could think anything else to say, he stood up, still smiling at you.

“It was nice talking to you. Perhaps I’ll see you next time I’m here,” and with that he left, leaving you sitting there entirely confused. Why was this guy so confident, he couldn’t understand one word you had said, but somehow he wanted to see you again. You sat there for a minute thinking about him, until you remembered your looming deadline and continued working.

 

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It was a couple weeks later when you found yourself back at the coffee shop. You actually had a moment to relax. And that’s all you wanted to do. You had your tea, a good book, and was in the middle of enjoying them when you heard the other chair at your table slide out. You glanced up from your book, and almost dropped your tea when you recognized the man. It was the man from last time, more neatly dressed, hair firmly in a ponytail, but the same warm eyes.

“Bonjour mon nom dans Lin. Qu’est-ce qui est à toi,” (Hello. My name in Lin. What’s yours?) he said easily, sliding into the chair in front of you. There was a smirk on his face that you absolutely loved. His French was shaky but understandable enough that you questioned whether he actually did understand you last time.

“Alors vous parlez français. Tu aurais dű le dire la derničre fois. Désolé, j’ai été si grossier. Mon nom est Y/N,” (So you do speak French. You should have said so last time.Sorry I was so rude. My name is Y/N)  you replied easily, setting your book on the table. As you looked back up at him and noticed that his smile had disappeared. He looked nervous again. He kept looking just past you, then back at you. He started running his fingers through his hair again, forcing some brown locks to fall around his face. He obviously didn’t know what you had said. 

“I don’t know what to say…Y/N was it? I-i don’t really speak French. I just learned some phrases…so that I could talk to you. You’re just so beautiful and I only wanted to ask you to dinner.” His words spilled from his lips. You couldn’t help but blush. This guy, Lin, thought you were beautiful? He learned French for you? You smiled at him, ready to tell him the truth. Before you could say anything another man appeared beside you. He was tall, with a neatly trimmed beard. His curly hair was pulled back, and you noticed the laugh lines that matched up with the slight smirk we wore. “Lafayette, please tell her.” Lin practically begged the man.

“Je suis désolé madame. Mon ami ici est juste très nerveux de vous parler.” (I’m so sorry ma’am. My friend here is just very nervous to talk to you) Lafayette said smoothly to you, motioning towards Lin as he spoke. You were a little shocked to hear such perfect French come from his mouth. You glanced over at Lin, whose face was scrunched up in an attempt to try and understand what his friend had said.

“Pourquoi serait-il nerveux de me parler?” (Why would he be nervous to talk to me?) you asked, looked down at your hands. Lin seemed like a such a sweet guy, and tried so hard just to speak with you. But you were nothing special, why would he go through all this trouble to ask you out?

Lafayette’s smirk turned into a soft smile, like he knew what you were thinking. “Il vient seulement dans cette boutique pour te voir. Il a parlé de vous pendant des semaines avant qu'il ne vienne vous parler. Il veut que je lui enseigne le français juste pour qu'il puisse être avec toi. Pour lui, vous êtes parfaite.” (He only comes to this shop to see you. He talked about you for weeks before he actually came to talk to you. He wants me to teach him French just so he can be with you. To him you are perfect.) You felt the heat of a blush creep up your neck. You looked back Lin, eyes wide in surprise. You were speechless. This adorable man wanted you. Thought you were perfect, and was willing to learn a whole new language for you. You had never had someone try so hard for you, and you hadn’t even gone one one date yet.

“Laf, what did she say? Will she go out with me? Will she even consider me? Laf you have to tell her how beautiful I think she is. That she’s all I can think about, and how I’d do anything just for one date with her,” Lin practically blurted out, pleading with Lafayette. You could tell he was beyond nervous. Most of his hair was falling out of his ponytail at this point. He was on the edge of his seat, and his eyes were begging you to understand what he was trying to say.

Before Lafayette could say anything you did. “Lin. He doesn’t have to tell me. You just did.” Both men went perfectly still. All of a sudden you were nervous. What if Lin was angry that you lied to him. That he put so much work into something that didn’t deserve it.”Lin..”

“Wait…so you spoke English this whole time?” Lin asked, cutting you off. You nodded slowly, looking for any sign of anger. The two men looked at each other, and then burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s so perfect. I can’t wait to tell Jon about this. He’s gonna absolutely love you.” Lin was smiling at you, his eyes becoming warmer as his smile grew. You couldn’t help but smile back him.

“Ok while you two are staring lovingly into each other, I’m going to go back inside and try not to throw up my breakfast.” Lafayette said as he walked away. Lin tried to smack him, while you felt another blush creep onto your face.

My Past Has Tasted Bitter

Hi there! Would you please please please write a keith x reader fic? (It doesn’t have to be super long I’m not picky lol.) Where they are in Keith’s bed and the reader has fallen asleep. Keith can’t sleep because the poor boy can’t calm down being this close to the reader. The reader starts having nightmares and crying in their sleep. Keith freaks out a little.?. But tries to handle it the best he can. Thank you!

A/N: First, thank you for requesting! You’re my first request for this blog so I’m putting a lot of effort into this. Especially for my lil’ nervous bab. Second, I wanted to give it a little bit of sense so Keith’s s/o could be considered post-p.o.w., dealing with the trauma from being tortured, etc. Leave that part up to you, I just wanted to include some bit of a story in this oneshot. I hope you like it!! Please tell me if you think I need improvement or share any tips you might have. ;;;; Enjoy!

Requested by: ailaanonymous
Pairing: Keith x Reader (gender-neutral)
Warnings: PTSD, mentions of torture, past imprisonment

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This shouldn’t still be freaking him out, but low and behold, it was.

This was his fourth time sharing a bed with you. He liked it—being that he likes you—but the close proximity still made him nervous. The thought of and the actual act of sharing a bed with someone would make anyone restless in the beginning of a new relationship. It takes trust. Not that he didn’t trust you, he wanted to and he does, but it’s the sheer thought of laying beside someone while in your most vulnerable state.

Keith turned over onto his side. You were sleeping soundlessly, also on your side so you were now facing each other. He studied your face through the dim light and as he did so, a wave of contempt washed over him. You were so beautiful, inside and out, scars and all. And although he didn’t voice it as often as he knew he should, it never left his mind. You never left his mind.

And you trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him, so why couldn’t he do the same?

Maybe he was just overthinking the whole thing.

Keith closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth to calm his thoughts. He forced his muscles to relax and tried to think about falling asleep. Much to his dismay, it wouldn’t come soon enough.

Your voice cracked in a groan and Keith felt the sheets twitch. His eyes opened again and he noticed your scarred arms twitching faintly and shortly after your face twisted in an expression almost similar to pain. Your skin glazed over as small beads of sweat appeared over a short amount of time and your lip curled. Your fists curled the sheets into a death grip as if you were clinging on for dear life and Keith could feel the mattress shudder as your entire body tensed on top of it. You moaned again, and this time he heard your breathing pick up.

You were having another one of those terrible nightmares.

Panic overwhelmed him almost immediately and he lifted his head off the pillow. What was he supposed to do? You hadn’t had a nightmare in front him yet. What could he do?

Tears slipped down the bridge of your nose and your body shivered under the blankets. At the sight of your tears, Keith immediately sat up completely and dragged himself closer to you before he grasped your shoulders as gently as he could, “[Name], wake up,” he whispered, anxiety laced in his voice, “It’s just a dream.”

You began to murmur and your body tensed completely under his touch. One massive wail escaped your lungs and you lurched up, latching onto Keith and staring up at him with wide eyes full of fear. His unconscious grip on you grew to be intense at your sudden reaction, “[Name]! It’s me!”

He watched the terror in your eyes and expression melt into weariness, and then somewhat relief. Oh god, he was still holding onto you. Did he grab you too hard? What if he hurt you? What if–

You closed your eyes and let your head drop forward as your breathing struggled to slow.

Keith loosened his still somewhat-tense hold on you and forced his own muscles to relax, “It– it was just a nightmare, [Name].”

You let your body go limp for a moment before shoving the blanket off of your upper body and bringing your hands up to your face. You forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, “I’m sorry,” you murmured with tears still spilling all over the place, “I’m really, really sorry … I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

By this point Keith had let you go. His head tilted to the side slightly, “You, uh– you didn’t … I couldn’t sleep.”

You raised one hand to stare at him through the small amount of light that was filtering through the small window on the wall. You let out a groan and shuddered.

Keith’s eyes traveled slowly from your now covered face to your arms, and to the bare sides of your torso and your ribs. He studied the long and dark scars that crisscrossed your body, extremely similar to the scars that Shiro bore. He sighed, “ … Do you want to talk about it?”

Your arms dropped down from your face and you stared up towards the ceiling. “I– uh,” You trusted him and you wanted to talk about it, but … the words wouldn’t come out. It was still too sensitive of a topic, “I can't– I–”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Keith’s voice broke through your panicking thoughts once again. He laid back down beside you and reached out toward you with both arms, “Come here.”

You looked at him, bewildered for a moment. Keith was being cuddly. Keith was being cuddly?

Wow.

You didn’t hesitate any longer. You rolled onto your side once again and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The raven-haired boy pulled the covers up and draped his arms around you, “Whatever’s going on in your head … it’s not real. Alright?”

His arms relaxed around you as he whispered to you. Hot tears spilled out of your eyes quicker at the soothing sound of his voice, “ … Maybe it was before, but it’s not now.”

You snuggled up as close to him as you could. After all, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime-experience. Cuddling up this close to Keith, Paladin of the Red Lion. You needed this kind of comfort. The horrors you had faced before while your life was in the hands of the Galra—of Zarkon himself—had destroyed your life as you knew it. Your family was split up completely. And when the Paladins found you, you were an absolute mess. Of all people to find, the Paladins of Voltron found you? It didn’t sound likely. And you didn’t want to believe it out of fear of it being a huge tease or a trick. You were put through all kinds of physical and mental trauma and it seemed like it would never end.

Keith tightened his hold around you, “I’m right here, stop thinking about that.”

You took a deep breath again and slipped an arm under the blanket to wrap it around him in return, “Thank you, Keith.”

The boy closed his eyes as his chin laid atop your head. Keith could feel your breathing come back down to something relatively normal as you breathed deep. He took note and did the same, his thumb beginning to draw small circles on your back. You were safe and warm and with him and that’s all that mattered to Keith in the moment.

He would catch Zarkon one day, and that would be the day that he makes sure that Zarkon pays for what he did to Shiro, to Pidge and her family, to Allura, and to you. He’d make sure that Zarkon never lays a hand on anyone again.

“Goodnight, Keith,” your soft voice broke him out of his growingly hateful thoughts, “Try to get some sleep this time.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “You should too. G'night, [Name].”

—•—

A/N: I kind of really want to do a part 2 for when the reader finds out that Keith is Galra,,,, Trust issues all over again? You decide. :’)

4

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

Funny how the universe always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.


Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different, but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding up a cute card with your name on it.

She waves happily, “언니!”

You wave back and approached her with light steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which she returned gleefully. 

“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like yesterday when we were  overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything! Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight where your boyfriend is?”

“He can wait. I need some food in my system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first. “So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the year.”

Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair. “I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks. “There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”

You laugh and look out the window, suddenly recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus, Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of insanity.

Apologies were made, introductions were properly redone and the rest was history. 

You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t noticed that you’ve arrived. 

“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s. 

You took in the idyllic room, remembering his strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing your shirt and a bouquet of peonies. 

You set your bags in a corner and went to his desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.

‘Ah… I have to say something romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.

“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as you both walked towards your next destination.

“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on Yoongi after all these time.

“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed at an intersection.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”

“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly losing your balance until the other person steadied you.

“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet your eyes.

“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.” You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back hair. “You look great!”

“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed, the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.

“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.

“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year, Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”

“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”

“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”

He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”

“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”

Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”

In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in anticipation until finally, you saw him.

With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when the time came, you were the first to set him free.

And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your embrace.

His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute, bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.

Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N, you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”

You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”

“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”

“Here in this hall?”

“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”

“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your tears away.

“I’m home.”

And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.

You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.

End of Epilogue.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell.  Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t have excuses. byeeeee

Collision Course - Epilogue

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,
Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

Here’s the final official piece of Collision Course. I’m leaving it open ended enough that I can come back to it again at some point in the future. Till then, thanks for reading. –– Mod Lenny


Claire lay satiated and warm under the blankets with Jamie. His fingers were tracing the line of her spine and out along her ribs while she had her palm pressed to his chest and could feel the steady beat of his heart still matching her own.

“And ye’re sure there’s naught we can do to stop it coming?” Jamie asked quietly.

“Not the way that Frank talked about it,” Claire explained. “I mean… we could try… but there’s just too much we have no control over. We would probably have to get to Charles Stuart himself to stop it and even then… If the seeds of this Rising were sown back in the ‘15, it’s just not possible.”

“I’d have thought someone who had travelled through time would show a bit more skepticism about what’s possible and what’s not,” Jamie teased lightly but Claire remained serious.

“You’re already an outlaw,” she reminded him. “Do you want to wind up being charged as a traitor? Or worse, lying dead on a battlefield?”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed and his hand stilled on her back.

“Aye, I am an outlaw… and what if this is the only chance I have to get that lifted? If instead of losing, we can help the Stuarts to succeed––”

“You’re willing to take that risk? To risk all of Lallybroch, to risk your life, to risk… to risk this––us––our future?” Claire interrupted. She raised herself up on one arm to look him in the eye.

After a moment Jamie’s expression softened and his hand came up to brush the hair back over her shoulder so he could trace the line of her collarbone.

“No… I already came as close to losing ye as I ever want to,” he murmured. “But if we’re no to stop it or change it… We still canna stay here… We’ll need a safe place to go, another plan to see about clearing my name.”

“And a way to prepare Lallybroch for what’s coming––while away from it, apparently,” Claire added, lowering herself back down to rest her cheek against Jamie’s chest. His hand moved to play with her hair. “It’ll be safest for us on the continent somewhere… or in the colonies.”

Jamie’s hand hesitated and she felt him tense nervously beneath her.

“The crossing to France I can manage,” Jamie said with evident embarrassment, “but to be aboard ship as long as it takes to reach the colonies… That I canna do, I’m afraid.”

“It is a bit far for communication with your sister and her husband to be effective,” Claire agreed.

“Aye but that’s not… Ah, ye’ll find out soon enough I suppose. I canna be on a ship for long––canna so much as set foot on one––without gettin’… terrible seasick.”

“Oh,” Claire said in a voice high with surprise. “That’s… useful to know… I guess that means we’ll be going to France.”

“We could go further if ye like once we reach land again. But I do have kin in France that might be willing to host us till we settle. And it’s closer should I be able to clear my name.”

“Where in France?”

“I’ve an uncle at an abbey but it’s my father’s cousin––Jared––in Paris I think might put us up. I stayed wi’ him while studying at université. He’s a wine business I can help him with, if he’ll have me,” Jamie told her, his hand beginning to stroke her bare back again.

“Paris,” Claire murmured quietly. “I was stationed in France during the war. Spent some time in Paris as well. It’ll be interesting to see how it’s changed from then to now.”

“Hmm… Jared has important customers… Perhaps I’ll be able to make an acquaintance or two who can help wi’ securing a pardon…” Jamie speculated.

“Would Colum or Dougal know anyone who could help?”

Jamie sighed. “Maybe… Colum kens the Duke of Sandringham… He seemed… fond of me when he visited Leoch while I was there at sixteen… Dinna ken that he’d remember me, though, nor that he’d agree to anything wi’out Colum asking first… and Colum’s no likely to help now I’ll no be comin’ back.”

“And since we directly disobeyed Dougal’s instructions about returning to Leoch,” Claire added.

“Ach. We’ll find our way once we get to France. And we can start wi’ telling Jenny and Ian of the changes ye think ought to be made ‘round Lallybroch to prepare for what ye say is comin’,” Jamie told Claire, his hand drifting further down from her back to linger over the curves of her hip and then her buttocks. “We’ll find a way to safeguard Lallybroch so it’ll be ready for us when we come back. But until then, we’ll make a place for ourselves in France… a place where we can build a future… build a family.”

He said the last in a quieter, more questioning tone.

Claire had last had her courses just before she and Jamie wed about a month before. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Claire suspected they would come any day; she had already felt the slight twinges that warned her they were imminent and given everything that had happened in the last few weeks, she would have been surprised if she had fallen pregnant. She hadn’t told him much about her failed attempts to conceive with Frank… not yet. One part of her scolded the other for keeping quiet while that part argued that she couldn’t be sure why she and Frank had failed in their efforts. Perhaps it hadn’t happened because it wasn’t meant to happen; not with Frank. Perhaps with Jamie it would be different. She found herself looking forward with more hope than she’d felt in a while. The world was full of possibility.

She smiled at Jamie and took his free hand in hers. “A family,” she agreed quietly, twining her fingers with his as he grinned back at her, drew her closer for a kiss.

But he pulled away at the last moment, his attention drawn to their joined hands. He turned them to try and examine them in the dim light cast by the dying fire. When that wasn’t enough, he let his grip slacken so he could take hold of her fingers more formally, his fingers checking the knuckles of hers until he located her ring finger and confirmed his suspicions.

“Yer ring… the gold one––it’s gone.”

“Mmmhmm.” Claire felt a brief stab of guilt. “I’m not sure where I lost it. I didn’t notice until we were halfway here. The last I know I had it was at Craigh na Dun.”

“I’m sorry ye lost it. I’m sorry ye’ve nothing to remember him by,” Jamie said raising the bare hand to his lips.

“It’s all right,” she assured him. “I won’t forget him…And now he can move on rather than wonder what’s happened to me…” At least, she hoped Frank was all right; wished that someday he would be able to understand why she’d made the decision she had and would find it in him to forgive her. “But you’re my husband now. My only husband.” 

As Jamie cupped her arse and pulled her flush against him, Claire knew she had no regrets. Pushing Jamie over onto his back again, she threw off the blankets so that they were both exposed to the cooler air of their bedroom. She kissed him, drawing him up so that she sat straddling his lap, his thighs straining hers wider as he found his way to the center of her. Rubbing her nose along the line of his, she rode him towards the future they were beginning to build together.


He held it so tight, the edges were biting into his palm when he floated back to consciousness.

Frank rolled his head around on the ground, straining to see where Claire had ended up.

I’m sorry.

He pushed himself up onto his forearms, gritting his teeth and groaning against the pain.

She wasn’t there.

He opened his hand and saw it––her ring, the one he had given her. From F. to C. with love, he’d had inscribed inside the simple band. Always.

I’m sorry.

He could go back again, he could reach out to those stones––she would still be there, she wouldn’t have gotten far…

I’m sorry.

Tears stung his eyes but he wouldn’t let them fall; instead he screamed. Screamed at the stones that had taken her from him in the first place; screamed at the man she had chosen instead of him; screamed at the fact that he didn’t know what he should do about any of it.

When his throat was hoarse, he stopped screaming and got to his feet.

What would have happened in the two weeks he’d been gone? Would his car still be waiting with his things packed for his trip to Oxford? Or would someone have spotted it? He hoped it was still there; it would be easier to pretend this ordeal had never happened, to change his clothes and continue to Oxford. He raised his hand to look at the circle of gold sitting in the center of his palm. The bandages along his wrists were dirty and needed to be changed. Claire had said he needed antibiotics as soon as he could get them.

He let his hand fall to his side, the gold wedding ring slipping to the ground where he stepped around it and began to move outside the stone circle.

From F. to C. with love. Always.

I’m sorry.

Perspective

Written by: @roseymama

Rated K

Prompt 10: A coworker of one that is a friend of the other tries to set Katniss and Peeta up not knowing that they are already dating. [submitted by @booksrockmyface]

SummaryMadge sets up Katniss on a date because she’s unsure about her “boyfriend”. Turns out Peeta Mellark is the perfect guy to help Katniss put things in perspective.

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EXO react to you listening to rap/rock music

Thank y’all for these requests! Thought it would make sense to combine them so here we go:


Sehun:*after he discovered that you do indeed like rap music, even though you’d denied it blue in the face, he used it as an excuse to show off his rap skills. He’d appear behind your shoulder at least twice daily to promote his imaginary mixtape or rap in your ear about his mixtape*

S:“Since you’re so fond of rap, buy my mixtape please, Y/N.”

Y/N:“You haven’t got one after 5 years, what makes you think SM’s gonna give you one now?”

S:


Kai:*definitely surprised when you eventually tell him your guilty pleasure is rock music, but he doesn’t mind listening to it. Tbh he actually quite likes it and he finds it makes a change to the music he usually listens to aka the weeknd can you believe kai invented the weeknd*

i didnt know what gif to use so have this pureness


Tao:*confused when he walked past your room and saw you sat on the bed listening to rap music and chilling. Mainly confused because you supposedly hate this kind of music, but he saw this as a chance to introduce you to some bomb rappers*

“If you like rap music you should check out this rapper, his name is Z.Tao. Thank you, bye”


D.O:*he was kinda taken aback when you said you like rock music, especially since you’d hated on it many times before. But eh, it didn’t make any difference to him except that he now chooses music for sex otherwise you’ll be banging to metallica or smth*


Chanyeol:*honestly he didn’t think rock music would be your kind of thing, but when he said you could choose the music in the car one day his eyes were opened. He couldn’t help but start laughing out of surprise which you kindly didn’t appreciate*


Chen:*was more than glad to show you his own rocker skills when you admitted your secret love for this kind of music. Got pretty butthurt though when you sat on the couch looking unimpressed after his private performance*

“Want another kind of private performance? ;)”


Baekhyun:*oh boy the teasing and mockery would basically never end when Baek found you listening to rap music. The teasing might not have been that bad had you not ranted about your hate of Kanye West literally earlier that same day*

“How’s my little rockstar today?”


Lay:*really surprised when he heard you listening to hard rock and lowkey screamo music, and then started insisting he could do it and that he was scary too which was so adorable that you struggled to function*


Suho:*didn’t care that you liked rock music, didn’t make any difference to him. The only thing he didn’t approve of was the song you’d chosen as your alarm ringtone - it was so loud and scared him so much when he woke up to it he fell off the bed*


Kris:*he walked into your room and pulled your headphones off to see what you were listening to only to hear Juice blasting through. Considering the way you’d dismissed the song when it came out, it was a bit of a surprise to him*

K:“Thought I wasn’t your style”

Y/N:“Make that joke and I’m removing this from my playlist”

did i just make that joke end me make me delete my account


Luhan:*saw you lying on the couch with headphones in and wanted to hear what you were listening to so he unplugged them from your phone. Over the protesting coming from you he heard heavy rock and a song he didn’t once think you’d enjoy listening to so he backed away out of the room*

“Well this is mildly terrifying”


Xiumin:*since he thinks you’re the softest bun like him, he was shocked when he heard you listening to Drake. But he didn’t give a damn, because it’s just a music taste, but he did use it as an excuse to tease you lowkey*

“Yknow I’m pretty sure Drake got a lapdance…”


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