inside a bus

So since we’re in hiatus times until further notice, let’s play a little game called …

Now that we’ve been made aware of an episode titled ‘Lion 4: Alternate Ending’, I think it’s safe to assume we might finally learn the contents of that treasure chest inside Lion’s mane!

So the big question is … What’s inside the chest?

Reblog with your best guess (limit it to one guess, if you can!). It can be something you’ve theorized for a long time, or just something that popped in your head. It can be totally reasonable, or totally outlandish. The choice is yours!

The only prize for being correct is delicious bragging rights, as I’ll be reblogging this post from the winner once we do learn what’s in the chest.

Have fun!

imagine yoongi as your cat familiar.

Originally posted by jitonic

– i immediately thought of sam riley in maleficent.

  • a black cat, how predictable.
  • needless to say this was not what you had in mind when you summoned a demon companion.
  • yeah, you got a demon in cat form.
  • it takes you a while to realise that’s what he is though, at first you just thought you’d botched the summoning and went on with your day.
  • but now this cat has been chilling in your garden for a week and it keeps trying to get in and it doesn’t have a collar or anything.
  • also instead of shooing when you tell it to the cat just gives you the ugliest look and that should be possible for a cat to be so expressive???
  • eventually you let him in though because he’s not going anywhere and it’s cold and he’s probably hungry.
  • and you think, fuck it, if you’re gonna be a witch you might as well have a black cat, right? why not
  • so you take him to the vet to make sure he’s healthy and vaccinated and he almost scratches their eyes out.
  • but other than that he’s a pretty chill cat, sleeps all day, pitter-patters around the house all night. lowkey loves to cuddle.
  • you name him suga.
  • he doesn’t go out much? but likes to follow you around when you go out.
  • or anywhere else for that matter.
  • but not in an obvious way like he’s not always on your heels.
  • tsundere cat. 
  • most of the time he acts like he doesn’t even know you exist.
  • but he keeps turning up wherever you are.
  • included, but not limited to, on the bus, inside the library, bathhouses, at the dentist, the supermarket, and your mom’s house ?????
  • basically anywhere except church.
  • eventually you just start talking to him because it feels,,,,,,, natural.
  • like i said, he’s very expressive, and a lot of the time you almost feel like he’s really understanding you and to a certain degree giving you answers.
  • you’re starting to suspect him because honestly some of the shit this kitty gets into should be impossible.
  • like he once put out a fire ????? just casually spilled some water and saved your life and your house from burning down ??
  • keeps “accidentally” knocking your things over and has saved you from making some pretty bad magic mistakes that way.
  • eventually he just gets enough of your clueless ass and pulls up a wikipedia page on witches’ familiars for you to find the next time you use the computer.
  • it’s kinda embarrassing it took you this long to find out.
  • you try to communicate directly with him after that but he won’t have his sleep interrupted, refuses to “meow once for yes and twice for no”, and leaves you no other choice than to look for spells to make him talk.
  • bad idea.
  • yoongi has been a cat for a veeery long time, he’s grown quite comfortable and then you have to come and make him human.
  • a very naked human, in desperate need of a wash and a haircut.
  • he doesn’t like being without fur and bundles up nice and cosy immediately in his usual spot on the couch.
  • but also hasn’t had a bath in this form in probably centuries so he agrees to have one but you have to promise to turn him back or at least make his human form optional.
  • let’s not forget this also puts you in a very awkward position, trying to think of all the things you have said or done in front of yoongi when you thought he was just a cat.
  • things are kinda tense, to say the least.
  • but for the next few weeks you experiment with spells and potions in hopes of making things right again, or at least better.
  • after a while it becomes apparent that you are hopeless at this and yoongi helps you out reluctantly.
  • also because he’s having some real trouble getting used to his human form, not able to balance like before without his tail.
  • hilarity ensues when you work your way through a wide variety of failed attempts.
  • yoongi’s personal favourite being the one where he has cat ears, whiskers, and a tail, but is otherwise human.
  • he stays that way for a while. it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,, fine. or whatever.
  • also he doesn’t fit on the couch anymore, so he shares your bed, but that’s fine because he’s usually up at night.
  • except for when he isn’t. like in the very early mornings.
  • and as you gradually warm up to each other and things get less awkward, you just kind of slip into this comfortable intimacy.
  • and when you finally find the right potion for yoongi to shift between forms at will, things between you get easy, and playful, and flirtatious.
  • before you know it he’s sharing your bed all hours of the day and even night if you know what i mean wink wonk.
  • in the end, with yoongi’s watchful presence and sarcastic guidance you’ll grow to be an accomplished witch some day.
  • in the meantime you can set the house on fire and he’ll find a way to put it out, turn him into a frog and he might even forgive you some day.
  • in the end he’s more of a partner than a companion.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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SKAM 4.02 Clip 4 - Norwegian party girls

EVA: I’m sorry we’re late!
VILDE: It’s really impolite to come late now!
CHRIS: Aren’t we just looking at a bus? It’s not exactly a fucking job interview.
VILDE: No, but we still have to present ourselves as dependable so they can trust that we’ll pay.
NOORA: But they can’t trust us … because we don’t have money.
SANA: No one says anything about us not having money.
VILDE: I’m thinking Sana and I are in charge of talking, and then you guys can be in the background.
SANA: I think I’ll do the talking.
VILDE: I can contribute!
SANA: You can contribute a little.
VILDE: Yeah …
MARI: Hello!
VILDE: Hi! What a cool bus!
MARI: Yeah, I think it’ll be good. We’re a kinda behind though so it’s a fucking mess inside, but you can take a look.
VILDE: Yeah!
(Mari points out features inside the bus)
VILDE: Holy fuck, it’s so nice. Oh my god.
SANA: Is it EU-approved?
MARI: Yeah, it’s approved. And all yearly fees have been paid.
SANA: Does it have any economic liens?
VILDE: Are there are a lot of people coming to look at the bus?
MARI: Well, we haven’t put it up anywhere because it’s important to us that we like whoever takes over the bus. So we just have another bus coming to look.
VILDE: Okay. Who?
EVA: The Pepsi-Max girls.
INGRID: Hi! Are you here too?
SARA: So this is the bus! It’s really cool.
MARI: Yeah, it’s not quite done yet. We’re a bit behind schedule.
SARA: Wasn’t it One Oak that had it last year?
MARI: Yeah, and Vogue in 2015, so as I was telling the other girls, it’s important to us that we keep up that tradition, so that there are some cool girls taking over the bus.
SARA: I get that, there are so many weird concepts and buses out there.
SARA: Now I’m not trying to sell myself here, but I feel like we’re kinda like you, like, we’re cool, normal, Norwegian party girls.
SANA: And you have such an awesome name. The Pepsi-Max girls.
SARA: That’s not our name anymore.
VILDE: How many seats are there?
MARI: Twenty-five.
CHRIS: So enough room then.
MARI: How many are you?
VILDE: Five.
SARA: We’re twenty.
MARI: Yeah? Well, as I was saying, the bus is EU-approved, all the paperwork is taken care of, and the yearly fees have been paid. Do you have any questions?
INGRID: Yeah, was it 310 thousand you wanted for the bus?
MARI: 300.
INGRID: Because we have a budget of 310, so…
SANA: We’ll pay 320.
MARI: Yes. Well, then you’re both interested?
MARI: Cool! We want to make a decision pretty quickly, so when do you think you could pay?
SANA/SARA: Straight away.
MARI: Cool. Well, if you don’t have any more questions… Bye.
EVA: Hello? What the fuck just happened?
SANA: We will get that bus.
NOORA: We don’t have the money!
SANA: I’ll fix it.

Second Love (pt. 01)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is the first part of this “short story”. I’ll upload the second part next week. Enjoy! <3

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03

Winter, 2016

You hate Sundays.

You have always hated them. There’s something about them you can’t quite decipher… 

Is it because you know the weekend has come to an end and a new boring week is going to start? Is it monotony? Loneliness? Sadness? Nostalgia?
You hate Sundays, but this specific Sunday, today, you can feel a heavy feeling in the back of your head.

Is it because of the cloudy sky? Or is it just you? Is it the cold weather of Seoul’s Winter? Or is it just you?

You sigh and rub your temples as you place your head in the window, the only thing separating you from the freezing glass is your grey beanie.

It has been a rough day at the hospital. Running up and down and not even stopping to have a cup of coffee. The snow has blocked some of the main roads and it has caused a few accidents. Blood, bones, people crying, more blood…

You hate Sundays. No, you hate winter Sundays.

All you want to do is arrive to your small apartment, call your mom, call your sister, have a nice bath and eat some pizza while cuddling in the sofa with your American Stanford: Pongo.

As the bus makes its way through the crowded streets of the city you moved in when you were ten, you look at the skyscrapers, the lights, the snow that covers the pavement, the people (hating Sundays as much as you do for what you can see in their faces) the cars, the streets… You would usually read a book as you always spend forty five minutes in the bus, but you finished the one Mei lend you last week and you have already read all the books you own, which are a few to say the least. 

It seems like another boring ride home on another boring Sunday evening. Or at least it seems so until the bus stops. 

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please gogh out with me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
Word count: 1060
A/N: sorry but I’m a grade A art hoe @imaginesyes requested a first date fic and all I could think of was going to the museum and making really funny jokes also I’m sorry for the title I hate puns but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity on this so yea. Hope you guys enjoy it! I’m also tagging @hufflepuffholland bc charissa is an angel and i love her so much. If you want to request anything, feel free to drop an ask or message me!

“Are you ready to be bored to death?”

“Try me.”

Peter let out a deep sigh and proceeded to walk toward the entrance of the museum. You giggled to yourself and quickly caught up to him. In all honesty, you were just enjoying yourself to see Peter so nervous and antsy on your first date, especially because he was taking you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You could tell Peter was a bit hesitant about his choice. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed like a boring first date suggestion. But you were ecstatic; it had been so long since you’ve visited the Met and you were excited to see the new exhibits.

Peter and you had just started dating last week, and today would be your first date as a couple. You’ve always had a crush on him since freshman year, and you couldn’t believe you guys were finally going out. Frankly, you were surprised that he had even asked you out at all; Peter was cute and incredibly nice, but he was also extremely shy and seemed to fumble with his words whenever he was with you. (Peter would argue that it’s because he thinks you’re so beautiful that you make his face turn deep red and cause him to freeze up whenever you’re around, but he would rather die than tell you that.)

Peter was walking you to the bus stop yesterday after school when he asked you out tonight. You were talking about some random comment Ned made in class that caused you both to laugh so hard the teacher had to reprimand you for being a distraction to class.

“I can’t believe Ned said he’d rather eat 5 pounds of sriracha than give up his limited edition collection of action figures!” You laughed to yourself.

“Well Ned’s got a lot of pride. He wouldn’t give those up for anything,” Peter chuckled.

“Tell me about it. Oh, I think my bus is here!” As you’re about to gather your things, Peter grabs your arm to stop you. You’re startled but look back at Peter and his face his red.

“Um, [Y/N]? I wanted to ask you… I-If you wanted to go on a date… With me?” He looks at you nervously.

“Peter. You’re seriously asking me if I want to go out with you on date?” you say with an incredulous look on your face.


“Of course! I would love to,” you reply.

Peter looks so relieved, you would think he just finished a marathon with the way he visibly relaxed his shoulders and loosened his grip on his shirt.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes. “U-Um, I can pick you up tomorrow at 5? I mean, not with my car, I don’t have a car. But my Aunt May can drop us off. I-If that’s okay”

You laugh and say, “Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to it, Peter.” You grab the rest of your things and get inside the bus. Peter waves goodbye, simultaneously smacking himself in the face. “Should’ve just lied about the car, damnit…” he mutters to himself.

Inside the bus, you were giddy with excitement. “My first date!” you think to yourself, clutching your bag to your chest. “I wonder where we’ll go…”

After a fun car ride with May, (Peter would disagree) you arrived at the main stairs of the Met. You were so excited to begin exploring the exhibits. Peter bought both of your tickets and handed one to you. You thanked him and started walking inside, but you stop as you notice Peter looking conflicted.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry I asked you to go to a museum on our first date… I really wanted it to be special but they’re ending the Edvard Munch exhibit today and I didn’t want to miss it. God, you must think I’m such a nerd. I’m sorry we can just - ”

You stopped him in his tracks before he started rambling. “Peter, please don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to be with you and I love getting to spend time with you,” you say and give him a big, reassuring smile. Peter blushes hard and returns your smile, staring into your eyes for a long time. After a while, you’re a little confused and ask, “Peter? Why are you staring?”

Without missing a beat, he replies, “Because I love the way you smile and it makes me so happy that you’re mine.”

Speechless, you’re immediately taken aback and your cheeks flush at an alarming rate. You turn away from him and bring your hands to your face in an attempt to hide how embarrassed you were.

“Oh my god. Oh my god I just said that out loud, holy shit,” Peter exclaims and you see the panic in his eyes.

Upon seeing the pure shock on his face, you burst out into laughter, earning a few surprised glances from strangers. Peter, all the while a mess, was wondering what was going through your head. You try to maintain your composure and wipe the tears away from the corner of your eyes. You look at Peter, who’s anxiously waiting for your response.

“I’m glad to be yours then, Peter” and your heart swells with warmth and happiness. You really did mean it; there was no other person who made you feel so loved.

Peter sighs and looks at you in awe. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful, amazing girl like you was really his girlfriend. He smiles wide and grabs your hand, seemingly feeling a lot more confident than before. He intertwines his fingers with yours, and your heart beats faster and faster as you feel the warmth in his palms. You like the way he gives you a slight squeeze before he says, “Thank you, [Y/N]. I’m so lucky to have you.” Swiftly, he reaches over and gives you a small peck on the cheek, just inches away from the corner of your mouth.

Slightly surprised, you giggle and find yourself blushing again. Peter was full of surprises today, and you were obviously in for a lot more.

Leading you to the entrance with his hand in yours, he jokes, “Now, will you please gogh inside with me so we can get this date started?”

“Oh my god.”

“C’mon, [Y/N]. Time is monet, you know.”

“Peter Parker, I swear to god!”

Some of my Korean notes that I'm going to share


🐾 8 pronunciation groups

1. ㄱ, ㅋ , ㄲ = as K (when the word is not followed by another vowel

ex: 속 [so"k"] inside 부엌 [bu- eo"k"] kitchen
밖 [ba"k"] outside

2. ㄴ = N (always the same)

ex: 눈 [nun] eye, snow
편지 [pyeon- ji] letter

3. ㄷ, ㅅ, ㅈ, ㅊ, ㅌ, ㅆ = T (when the word is not followed by another vowel)

ex: 곧 [go"t"] soon 숟가락 [sut-ga-rak] spoon
빗 [bi"t"] comb 꽃 [ggot] flower
빛 [bi"t"] light 끝 [ggeut] end
옷 [ot] clothing 낮 [nat] daytime

4. ㄹ = L (when word ends with ㄹ )

ex: 달 moon
딸기 strawberry
얼굴 face
가을 autumn

if ㄹ is followed by another ㄹ = both of ㄹ is L also

5. ㅁ = M (same always)

ex: 봄 [bom] spring
밤 [bam] night, chestnut
점심 [jeom-sim] lunch
마음 [ma-eum] heart

6. ㅂ, ㅍ = short P at the final syllable

7. ㅇ = -ng

8. ㅎ = silent (when it is end of syllable followed vowel

9. ㅎ + ㄱ = K 놓고 [no- ko] put and
ㅎ + ㄷ = T 좋다 [Jo- ta] to be good
ㅎ + ㅈ = Ch 좋지 [ jo-chi]

In 앉다 , ㅈ is not pronounced (sounds like 안)

In 읽다, ㄹ is not pronounced (sounds like 익)

In 없, ㅅ is not pronounced (sounds like 업)


I made this summary about the correct reading of certain words/letters from a book I’ve read before. I hope this would be helpful to you guys and if there are some mistakes, you can just tell me and I’m going to change or edit this one.

화이팅!!! 😄😄😄


A few months ago I noticed that metrobus had a brand new bus that looks really cool and I really wanted to get in it but it was always running some other route so I never got the chance. But today I decided to wait a few extra minutes and get the route 15 home instead of the 10 and by some miracle it’s the one!!! right now I am finally sitting inside the new bus and everything about the inside is exactly the same but regardless I’m still very excited



Welcome to Bus 142, also known as the “Magic Bus”. This is where Chris McCandless spent his final few months here on earth. Chris didn’t see this bus as a trashy hunk of metal. He saw it as shelter, as warmth, as a safe sanctuary, as a home.

You can see in some of the pictures, a few items have gone missing. The steering wheel, cabinet doors, pieces of the actual bus itself, and keepsakes people have left there while visiting. 

I, along with many other Into The Wild aficionados, Chris’s family and friends, ask that if you ever get the amazing opportunity to hike the Stampede Trail up to the Magic Bus, that you please respect the Bus and everything that comes along with it. Please DO NOT take anything left in the bus, or any part of the bus itself. If you’d like to leave your own little keepsake, do so. I think it’s great when people leave something special up there to dedicate to the bus. 

Lastly, this bus is an amazing tribute to Chris. A place people can go to feel a connection with him and take a step inside his world. If you decide to camp out up there, please take your trash with you. And if you see any other trash that has been left behind by previous explorers… collecting that as well would pay great respect for the bus as well as Chris. 

Enjoy the bus! It’s an incredible place with an amazing story. 

Things that have actually happened in band

A drummer climbed into the ceiling in the band hall and then fell through it

A flute player left their flute at home when we were at a FAR away game, so they had to march and pretend to play a ‘flute’ that was actually a drumstick

We played Seven Nation Army as a warm up before a concert contest and then got three points added for creative warm up

Our band director duct taped our drumline captain’s legs together for yelling cuss words

A saxophone player slept in the storage area inside the bus on the way to a football game

Our entire drumline fell in a domino-like way due to a passing cat at the front of the line

When the band came to attention at a marching competition, a slide from a trombone went flying across the field because it wasn’t locked

Losing Sleep

Summary: Dan can’t sleep at night and Phil takes notice.

Genre: a little angsty but ends with fluff so yeah 

Warnings: swearing and middle of the night thoughts about the world i guess

Word Count: 3260

a/n: okay so my first phanfiction was supposed to be JUST FLUFF but obviously i couldn’t do that so yeah sorry. also since it’s my first fic, please let me know what you think and please help me spread it around! oh yeah and sorry for the shit title my creativity is dying apparently. 


It was becoming an issue.

Dan was staring at his ceiling in the dark, his mind spinning, different thoughts threatening to take control in his brain.

This has been happening for a while now, staying up all hours of the night just thinking about nothing, but also everything.

So, yes, it was becoming an issue.

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Inferno (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: Through think and thin, you’ve always been there for Peter. Always. But when was he there for you?

Warning: Swearing. This story is… this is actually pretty depressing. So if you’re looking for a happy ending to this part of the story, you won’t get one. Maybe if I make another part, that would end happily. Just angst, angst, angst. The ending is a bit optimistic, if you squint and look at it upside down. Enjoy? 

Words: 1,796

Dear child,

You stood at the entrance to the school library, waiting for Peter to come, checking your watch every now and then. It had been thirty minutes now and your legs were tired from standing. A rational person would have walked in and sat down in one of the overly cushy chairs, but you were waiting and angry and you were beyond rationality. Today was supposed to be a study day with him, like every Wednesday was. It was how you kept your grades the perfect A’s they were. You tapped your foot for another five minutes before giving up and walking back to the bus stop. Sure, you could have went and studied in the library anyway, but the librarian was giving you overly sympathetic looks and that made you want to throw up.

You sat on the cold wooden bench as far away as possible from the weird man who eyed you like a piece of meat. In the back of your mind you blamed Peter’s absence on some small thing like an unexpected errand, but it still hurt that he didn’t bother to text you in advance. At the time, you were only a bit mad with Peter and forgave him very quickly because he apologized the next day. You didn’t know this would be the first time of many.

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What? | Zach Herron

Requested? Nope. 

Warnings? Like one swear word? 

Summary: You and Zach have been dating for awhile behind your older brothers back but soon your secret unravels. 

Word Count: 2,510

“(Y/N).” Zach whines from next to you when you sit up in bed.

He pulls you close to him by your waist and you lay your head on his chest tiredly. You didn’t want to get up for the day, you wanted to stay there with Zach but you knew you had to get up and head back to your own hotel room.

A small smile graces your lips as you look to see Zach with a pout on his face making you lean over and peck his lips. You quickly slip out of his arms and stand up. You walk over to your pink duffel bag and pull out your clothes for the day.

You change quickly not caring if Zach was watching you or not. When you turn to look at him he’s already staring at you with an unreadable look. You watch as he stands and walks over to you pulling you into his arms. He leads you back over to the bed and pulls you down onto it with him.

He hovers over you before attaching your lips in a slow kiss. You grow a bit impatient and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. When you break apart for air, Zach smirks down at you.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Oh hush.” You say laughing.

“You’re so beautiful.” Zach whispers just staring at you.

He reaches a hand up to your face and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. He rests his hand on your cheek and you lean into it. Suddenly you hear a sharp knock on Zach’s door causing you both to shoot up from bed.

The knocking continues and Zach heads over to the door. You hear him sigh in relief and look up to see Corbyn at the door. He walks into the room and spots you immediately.

“What are you doing in Zach’s room?” He asks.

“Just hanging out.” You respond with ease.

He makes a face as if he isn’t totally convinced but doesn’t further question you. He exchanges a few words with Zach before finally leaving the room.

Once he leaves you get up and grab your pink duffel and head towards the door with Zach following behind you. You turn towards him as he slips his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Don’t leave.” Zach whispers in your ear.

“I’ll see you soon.” You say slipping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.

“I wish we could do this in public.”

“But Jack,” You begin.

“I know.” He says reaching a hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know.”

Before Zach can convince you to stay, you press a long kiss to his lips before breaking away and turning back towards the door.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You say before exiting the room and walking over to your hotel room.

You quickly enter your untouched hotel room and collapse on the bed. Jack would most likely be up soon and would come to wake you up.

As if on cue, you hear a loud knock on your door. You quickly mess up your bed so it looks as if you slept in it and then head over to the door. You open it up and see Corbyn instead.

“Oh, hey Corbs.” You greet him before opening the door further so he can walk into the room.

“I’m your best friend right?” He asks bluntly.

“Of course.”

It was true, besides your best friend back home, you and Corbyn were the closest. After Jack introduced you to the band you and Corbyn clicked instantly. You were practically inseparable to the point all the fans thought you liked him.

“And you would tell me anything right? Even if it was a huge secret?” He continues.

"Yeah?” You ask still not understanding where he was going with this.

“Then why didn’t you tell me about you and Zach.”

You almost choked on your saliva at the mention of you and Zach. You two had been secretly dating for quite awhile now and always had been extremely careful. If your older brother Jack had found out you had no clue how he’d react to his little sister dating, let alone dating one of his band mates.

You still hadn’t responded to Corbyn causing a smirk to rise on his lips. “I knew it.” He said.

“How did you know?” You ask still a little shell shocked that Corbyn found out.

“I’m your best friend remember? Also you’re not a morning person so it’s unlikely you woke up early this morning to just “hang out” with Zach.”

You blush brightly at his statement and cover your face with your hands. Corbyn simply laughs at your embarrassment before pulling you into a hug.

“Just don’t tell Jack okay?”

“Okay. But you’ll have to face him sooner or later.”

“I know.” You say hugging him tighter and pushing your face into his chest. “I know.”

After packing up the rest of your stuff into your duffel bag you follow Corbyn out to where the rest of the boys are waiting. The six of you head out to the tour bus and you fight the urge to walk up to Zach and intertwine your hands. Once inside the bus you take off to the next stop on tour.

You were currently laying in one of the bunks scrolling on your phone when you get a text from Zach.

“Come to the back of the bus.” It read.

You slip out of your bunk and drop your phone onto the bed. You walk to the back and open the door that separates the bunk beds to a larger living room area in the back. You spot Zach on the couch in the back and walk over. He reaches for your hand and pulls you down next to him. He leans over and pecks your lips quickly before breaking away.

“Corbyn knows.” You say as he leans back against the couch.

“What?” He says shooting back up from his seat to look at you.

“He’s not gonna say anything don’t worry. But we need to be more careful. He talked to me after seeing us in your room together.” You explain quickly.

Zach sighs loudly and all you want to do is kiss him and tell him it’ll be alright. Instead, you take his hand in yours and give it a quick squeeze. He sends you a half smile and you return it.

“Well now half of the band knows.” Zach mutters quietly.

“Half?” You say sitting up straighter to look at him.

“I might have told Jonah.” Zach admits quietly.

“Zach!” You exclaim.

“I’m sorry! I needed advice on what to do and I trust Jonah I know he won’t tell.”

You sigh quietly and lean back onto the couch. Zach slips his hand onto your thigh and squeezes it lightly making you feel a little bit better.

“At least they support us.” You decide after a moment.

Zach nods and you risk a quick kiss to his jawline before standing back up and walking back to your bunk. Once there you lay down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling.

You had to tell Jack about you and Zach eventually. It broke your heart not being able to hold Zach’s hand or kiss him whenever you wanted to. It was so difficult to make hugs look not so friendly and be so separated when all you wanted to do was be closer to him. You knew it was tearing Zach apart too.


You poke your head out of the side curtain and come face to face with your curly haired brother.


“Wanna watch a movie with me?”

You nod your head before slipping out of the bunk once again and walk over to Jack. You head to the front of the bus with him and collapse on a couch next to him. He pulls his laptop towards him and puts on one of your favorite movies.

About 20 minutes into the movie you notice Jack isn’t paying attention at all. You lean forward and shut his laptop before turning to face him.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He answers quickly.

“Jack.” You state.

He sighs quietly before turning to face you and continuing. “You trust me right?”

“Of course. You’re my brother.” You say confused as to why he was asking this.

“Well you’ve been acting distant recently and I was worried about you. I wanted you to know you can always talk to me.”

“Thank you.” You say smiling at him.

He returns the smile and turns back to his laptop to start the movie again. You sit there still facing him and contemplate telling him. How mad would he be?

“(Y/N)?” Jack says snapping you out of your previous thoughts.

You make a split second decision and decide not to tell him. At least not right now before a big show.

“Sorry.” You respond and flash him a quick smile. He shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the movie.

When we finally get to the venue for the night, you and the boys head out of the tour bus and into the building. You decide to explore around finding the backstage area and where you would watch the concert from. As you’re looking around you suddenly feel a hand on your wrist as someone spins you around.

You meet a familiar pair of brown eyes and feel Zachs lips on yours. Without a word Zach takes your hand and leads you to a room in the back of the venue. When you step through the door Zach shuts it behind you before pressing you against the door and attaching his lips to yours. He slides his hands to your hips pulling you towards him as he deepens the kiss.

He leads you over to a couch in the back and carefully lays you down onto it. He hovers over you for a second before leaning down to kiss you again. You slip your arms around his neck pulling him as close as possible. You break away for air but Zach trails down to your neck and begins to suck and bite on your sweet spot no doubt leaving a mark. Before the kiss can go any farther you hear the door open. You both break apart quickly and come face to face with Corbyn.

“Okay if you two are gonna make out secretly at least lock the door.”

Before either of you can respond Jack walks into the room. He looks at the three of you individually before speaking.

“Guys it’s time for sound check.”

Zach gets up from the couch and walks out the door with Corbyn right behind him. Jack casts you one more unsure glance before following behind the other two boys. You breathe a sigh of relief before getting up from the couch and going to watch the boys soundcheck.

In no time flat soundcheck is over and it’s time for the concert. You go to the spot you discovered earlier to watch the concert and stand there as the boys walk onto stage. You smile widely when Zach sings and cheer on Jack when his solo comes up. Even though you’ve seen the boys perform millions of times it never got old. They loved performing with all their heart and soul and you could see it in every performance.

“Okay so, everyone knows Jack’s little sister (Y/N) right?” Zach starts.

Your stomach drops at the mention of you and you watch Jack’s reaction intensely as Zach brings you up. The crowd roars in response to Zach and he turns to look at you. He gestures for you to come up on stage and you carefully make your way up to him. The crowd roars even louder at the sight of you and you smile at them shyly and give a half wave.

“Well, (Y/N) is the most beautiful, caring, and kind person I know.” He starts causing you to blush instantly.

“And I have had the privilege of knowing her for about 2 years know, and dating her for half of that time.”

Everything instantly slows down as Zach reveals to the crowd and your older brother that you two had been dating. You turn to Jack and see he has an unreadable look on his face. He looks over to you and you could tell he was definitely going to talk to you after this.

“We’ve been keeping it a bit of a secret for awhile now and I honestly couldn’t take it anymore so I thought I would tell you guys at our biggest show.”

The crowd roars once again at the news of you and Zach dating. You couldn’t help the smile that graces your lips at the fans approval of you two. Suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your waist and look to see Zach pulling you closer to him. He plants his lips on yours in a soft kiss and you hear the crowd go insane behind you but all you could focus on was Zach. When you two break apart he sends you a wink that causes butterflies to erupt into your stomach.

You quickly walk off stage and watch the rest of the concert anxiously. You were absolutely terrified wondering how Jack would react. You would hope he would support you and Zach but he also might be pissed you kept it a secret for so long.

Once the concert ends Zach rushes off stage and lifts you into his arms and spins you around. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile like an idiot. When he sets you down he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist as Jack walks up to the two of you.

“I know this is a cliche to say but, you hurt her I’ll kill you.” Jack says.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Zach says smiling proudly.

Jack smiles at Zach and they do their bro hug thing. Jack hugs me afterwards with a huge smirk on his face.

“Aww my baby sister finally has her first boyfriend.” He teases.

“Jack!” You exclaim before punching him on the arm jokingly.

He smiles widely at you before walking away to the other boys. You feel Zach’s arms slip around your waist from behind you and you turn to face him.

“I told you everything would be okay.”

You roll your eyes at him and stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He leans down further, scooping you up into his arms to pull you closer.

“Get a room!” You hear your curly haired brother yell causing you and Zach to burst out in laughter.

Zach pulls you closer to him and kisses the side of your head and the only thing you could think about was how damn lucky you were to be able to call him yours.


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Perfect (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: shawn is singing perfect by ed sheeran and memories play through his head of you and him


bold = his singing

normal= his present actions and speaking


Shawn sat down on the couch, and propped his phone up against a glass. Opening Instagram, he tapped the round icon on the top of his screen and chooses the livestream option.

Floods of fans started tuning in and in a matter of seconds, 40 000 people are watching so he decides to start.

“Hey guys!” he beams into the camera, reading thousands of comments telling him hello.

“How you guys doing! I’m good, I’m good; the Philippines are awesome! Anyway, it’s night and I’m a bit jetlagged so I thought I’d sing a song for you guys. This is perfect by the amazing Ed Sheeran!”

He grabbed his guitar and his pick.
“I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet”

Images started going through Shawn’s mind as he sang that verse. He remembered his beautiful girlfriend Y/N, back home. He smiled as he let the memories play through his mind when he sang.
“Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Because we were just kids when we fell in love”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A young girl whispered to herself as she rummaged through her wallet.

Shawn watched from inside the bus.

“Yeah um nevermind, I don’t have any money.” She told the bus driver who rolled his eyes in annoyment.

She stepped off the bus and sat down by the pavement, head in her hands and eyes raised to the sky.

“Wait!” Shawn stood up. “Hey, I got you.”

Y/N smiled and hopped on the bus as Shawn dropped three coins into the machine.

“Thanks.” She smiled as she took a seat beside him.

“Not knowing what it was”

Shawn’s arms shivered as Y/N’s thigh knocked into his as she bent over laughing.

He watched her, soaking in the sound of her chuckles and the sight of her smile. What was this he was feeling?

“I will not give you up this time”

“Oh I see… tour with Taylor Swift lasts the whole fall eh?”
“Yeah…” Shawn looked down at his feet. “Maybe, maybe this isn’t a good idea being together Y/N.”
“Are you giving up on this?”
“No, but it’s hard and you can find someone who’ll be there for you.”

“But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

Shawn looked down at his fingers strumming the guitar strings.

“It’s 2 am!” Y/N laughed.

“I don’t care.” Shawn looked at her and took her hands. They started dancing, the cold grass tickling their bare feet.

“I look like a freaking mess.”

“You look perfect.” Shawn whispered.

Y/N heard, and smiled.

“Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know”

“Shawn I can’t fucking do this, it’s too much.”

“Y/N you can do it I promise. You are so strong. So smart, clever. You will get through this.”

“I think… I think I’m going to see a psychotherapist. Shit Shawn, that sounds so weird. Am I that fucking weak?”

“No Y/N, you are not weak. It takes strength to seek help. Trust me. I love you so much Y/N, you can get through this.”

“She shares my dreams”


“Thank you so much, hahahah you sound even more excited than me about it.”

“I AM!”

“I hope that someday I’ll share her home”

“No Y/N don’t go, spend the night.” Shawn said to her as he moved his arm to wrap it around her waist.

“Shawn it’s been five days I haven’t even stepped in my apartment, I gotta go get fresh clothes.”

“You can wear mine!”

“I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own”

Shawn watched from a distance, looking at the children chasing after Y/N.

“Guys I gotta go seriously!”
“Noooo Y/N, stay! I command you to stay!” A little boy pouted at his favourite camp counsellor.”

The children surrounded Y/N, hugging her.

One day, Shawn thought, they’ll have some of their own. And their kids will love her even more than those campers.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love”

“Happy 19th birthday babe.” Shawn said, hugging Y/N from behind and kissing her neck.

He couldn’t believe it has been three years they knew each other. And the spark ad excitement whenever they were together has still remained.

“Fighting against all odds”

“They won’t last. They’re so young, they don’t know what love is.” Articles read.

“What bullshit.” Y/N said to Shawn.

“Fuck what they say.”

“I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand”

Shawn tried to remember what her touch felt like as he continued strumming away on his guitar. How her hand was always a little cold so she liked it when he held it to warm it up. How he liked to stroke her thumb, how he would squeeze it gently when he felt nervous. How their fingers would just automatically lace together when they walked.

“Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Shawn saw it. A wedding, where Y/N would walk down the aisle and his heart would just burst of admiration and love. How Y/N would announce to him that she was pregnant and he would pick her up and start spinning her around. He saw their future together. Them raising their kids together. Growing old together. Spending the last of their days together.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight”

He finished the last verse, holding the last note longer as he reopened his eyes.

“Thanks guys for listening! It’s a great song isn’t it?”

And there, he closed the app and finished the livestream. He went in his contacts and clicked Y/N’s name. A big grin spread across his face when the ringing stopped and Y/N’s voice came through the phone.

small memory – jeongguk

Originally posted by marshminllow

genre: angst, fluff. 
word count: 3.7k

who would have known a simple conversation about who will be taking the window seat would lead to such a heartbreaking turn?

first week of school. he was timid, especially when you sat next to him at the school bus. he was so awkward, it made you feel awkward too. you spent mondays to fridays sitting next to him, and it was awfully quiet.

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Under The Stars

A/N: Since it’s prom season, I decided to write a little something for it. Requests are open! Enjoy. - Emily

When I had decided to go on tour with Shawn during my last week of High School, I knew that I would be missing out on that one special night that most girls dream of going to. Prom.

Before I had even left, I would always hear the other seniors talking about what dresses they’re getting, who’s doing their makeup, who’s going with who, and how they were going to rent out a fancy limo just like in the movies.

Sure I was bummed out, but it didn’t really hit me until my friend groupchat started to send me multiple photos of their dresses, asking me for opinions and thoughts. Gladly, I responded with positive and honest comments. But I realized that I didn’t want to be giving those opinions anymore, I wanted to be the one asking others about my own dress.

Well that is if I even had one. Before my decision on leaving, Shawn knew that I had my eye on this one simple, red lace dress. He would see me scrolling through online websites on my laptop, and when he saw the red dress, he said it was very nice. But to me, it was gorgeous. I knew that it would fit my body perfectly, even if I hadn’t tried it on. I just knew I would feel beautiful in it.

Shawn had a show on the day of my prom, so I at least knew my mind could be somewhere else in the show, instead of feeling all sad about prom.

I was sitting on the leather couch inside the tour bus, Shawn was doing soundcheck at the moment, and I was waiting for him to finish up. I heard footsteps run up the steps and suddenly, Geoff appeared. He plopped himself down beside me and looked over my shoulder.

I had once again found myself looking at the same red lace dress online.

“That’s cute, planning on buying it?” He said as he raised his eyebrow. I turned to him and chuckled softly as I shook my head sadly.

“Nah, I’m just looking. It’s really pretty, huh?” I then clicked out of the tab and shut my laptop down, setting it aside.

Geoff took a sip of his water bottle, leaning back with me on the couch. He turned back at me and sighed.

“So why didn’t you go to prom? Prom happens only once in your life, and you chose not to go because of a concert?”

Looking down at my hands, I twisted the ring that Shawn had gotten me for my birthday. My shoulders shrugged in response. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen Shawn in so long. I wasn’t ready to let go again.” I whispered as I took a deep breath.

Geoff only nodded and bit his lip as he thought of his response.

“I get that. You both hadn’t seen each other in months. But a few more days wouldn’t have made a difference, Y/N.”

I stayed silent and leaned forward. It was true. Geoff was always honest with me. Always. Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I sighed loudly and looked at him once again.

“Even if I had gone, who was I gonna go with, Geoff? Hell, my so called “friends” planned on going together without me either way.  They’ve been sending me pictures of their own dresses all day long.”

Geoff’s face fell and he frowned as he pulled me into his arms. He held me close as I started to let tears run down my face. I felt his hand rub my back slowly for a few minutes.

I had let everything I was holding in, finally come out. I hadn’t talked to Shawn about it because he was already so stressed out from tour. It would have just been another problem for him. Especially because I had a choice to come on tour with him.

Slowly, I pulled away from Geoff and wiped my teary red eyes. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I blushed softly, realizing I had just cried in front of Geoff for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” Geoff frowned as he gave me another hug.

4 Hours Later

It had been a while since I had seen Geoff, after our moment on the bus, I met up with Shawn again. He had no clue what had happened, and honestly, I hope it would stay that way. I didn’t want him to worry.

“Babe, I know you just got here, but I need to go out to this store. It’s really important! Go to our hotel room, and wait for me there. Yeah?”

I frowned in confusion, “What? Shawn, your show is in like 2 hours. Where the hell are you gonna go?”

Shawn shook his head and pecked my lips softly, “Don’t worry about it. Just meet me there later. Okay? I love you.”

Pecking his lips back as well, I sighed softly once again. I made my way to the hotel, quickly dodging any questions from fans. I just wasn’t in the mood to talk at that point.

When I unlocked the door to my shared room with Shawn, I noticed the lights were on. And I remember perfectly well that we had left them off before we headed out this morning.

“What the hell…” I whispered to myself as I walked in. As I got closer to the bed, I saw red petals sprawled out across the white comforter and on the floor. There was a black box sitting on the bed with a letter on top.

I smiled softly at the petals and picked a few up and let them go again, watching them fall to the soft bed.

I then picked up the letter and opened it, unfolding the letter, I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was Shawn’s.

“Dear, Y/N

I know how much you wanted this dress. It caught your eye since the first time you found it. This is a gift for you, baby. Try it on. I’ll be waiting for you at the concert.

Love, Shawn.”

Tears brimmed my eyes just like earlier and I cupped my mouth as I set the letter down. I pulled my hand away and opened the glossy black box, which revealed the familiar lace pattern I had admired for so long.

I gently pulled it out and smiled wide as my fingers traced the patterns. I set it back down, and started to pull off my clothes. I slid it on, and just as I expected, it fit perfectly.

The fabric hugged my body and slipped on a pair of nude heels that I had packed with me incase of any special events I had to attend with Shawn.

I then picked up my makeup bag that and decided to do the look I’ve practiced many times, which came out amazing every time. I figured I could go that way to the concert anyway, so I wouldn’t have to take it all off. I finally finished off with some clear gloss on my lips.

I walked over to the full mirror in the bathroom, and smiled widely as I looked up and down at myself. After a few minutes, I figured it would be best to put the dress away so I could wear it another day, and to not get it dirty. But I was very happy how it looked. Taking one last look at myself, I made my way back to my suitcase.

Before I could take it off, there was a knock on the door. Frowning, I opened the door and Geoff appeared.

“You ready to go? The show starts in 5 minutes.” He looked at me in the dress and smiled widely. “I see Shawn took my advice.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion but then realized the time. I hadn’t realized the time had gone by so fast already. “Wait what? I can’t go with this dress”

“Nevermind, there’s no time. Let’s go,” Geoff ignored my comment and laughed, he walked into the room and grabbed the key, my phone and my purse. He gave it to me and we made our way to the car, heading to the arena where Shawn would be performing.

By the time we got there, Shawn was already on his fourth song. I had gotten many odd looks, especially from the fans. They all whispered and took pictures of me. I frowned a bit and then remembered I was still in the dress.

Shrugging lightly, I stood backstage with Geoff. He complimented me once again on the dress, telling me he had suggested the idea to Shawn.

“What idea are you talking about?” I asked, once again confused. All of a sudden, an uproar of screams rang through the venue. I looked around wondering what had happened, I felt Geoff pull me away and he lead me to the stage.

The screams got louder and I soon met Shawn’s eyes.

“Everybody, if you didn’t already know, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. She decided to skip her prom just to be here with us on this night. But I think Y/N should still have at least one dance. Don’t you agree?” Shawn spoke into his mic as he set his guitar down, the fans screamed in response and he grabbed my hand, kissing my forehead as he lead me to the middle of the stage. He nodded over to his band and they nodded back.

I looked around with a huge smile, everyone was recording this, and flashes were going off every few seconds. Suddenly, the lights dimmed down and one center light focused on Shawn and I.

The band had started to play “Like This”, the screams died down, and I felt Shawn’s arm snake around my waist. My eyes shifted to look at his and I saw his smile, he then looked back at the crowd. He turned us around so I wouldn’t look at the crowd.

“Just look at me, baby. I’m all yours right now.” he whispered into my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Shawn I don’t know what to say…you even got a tux” I giggled as I finally realized his black tux. Shawn laughed softly and shrugged.

“I know you really wanted to go to prom, babe. This is the best I could think of.”

I ran my fingers through Shawn’s hair on the back of his neck, pressing my lips against his as my eyes slowly closed.

I ignored all of the cheers that came from the fans as we kissed. Smiling, I pulled away. Shawn then leaned in once again and pecked my lips softly as we swayed softly to the beat.

“Thank you for everything, Shawn. The dress….I don’t even know how you got it. But thank you.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against his.

Shawn stayed quiet and pulled me in closer.

I looked at all of the fans waving their flashlights side to side, and then at the moon that shined brightly in the middle.

“I love you so much Y/N. I wish you would have told me earlier. But tonight, right now, it’s you and me under the stars.” He whispered back into my ear.