my day just turned bad okay

anonymous asked:

I can tell you've been through a bad breakup, what did your ex do for you to leave him? I've been following you for years and you're always so positive so I hate to see you down..

Our last encounter he locked me in a room for two hours and verbally abused me, damaged my shit, threw my phone and fucked it up so badly I had to get another one, at the same time he hit me and head butted me, and only left when I threatened to call my mum. I had a bruise on my head for over 10 days. He texted my mum abusive shit claiming I’m a hoe because I reblogged a guys picture on tumblr and even tried to turn my friends against me by telling them all the “bad things” about me. Which didn’t work - it just made him look foolish. I called a uber to take me to london to fix my phone and it happened to be a guy I went to school with. He stayed with me for 4hours and didn’t charge me. He brought me food, reassured my mum I was okay and even calmed down some of my male friends. An hour after my ex left, his mum then sent me abusive messages calling me “the angel of death” because I wouldn’t take her son back. The manipulative emotional shit he/ they did during the entire relationship only resonated recently. It was literally a nightmare disguised as love. If I ever see him with another woman I will warn her too and so will my friends regardless if they’re with me or not. I recently spoke to one of his old ex’s and she confirmed that that was the reason why she left too. So I’m glad I walked when I did. I felt stuck and knew shit would get worse. He apologised via email a few weeks later and then 2 weeks ago sent another email blaming me for everything lol. He’s still playing victim online too. It’s hilarious but scary at the same time. He was much older than me, so there’s really no excuse for his behaviour/ his reluctancy to change and seek help either.
I have 5 brothers and the only reason why I didn’t involve them, is because I know what they are capable of and they’re all in a good place now. Plus he really isn’t worth it. I informed the police and they have reassured me that if anything happens, they will take full force. My God brother is a police officer.

I’m in a great place now though. It’s been 3 months and I’m completely over it. My life is gone back to being stress free and light. Heartbreaks are difficult. Walking away from a narcissistic and sociopathic person is even worse and repairing the damage could be a long process for some. But it isn’t the end of world. I’m back to being me again and I’m happy. I feel beautiful again. I’m being introduced to/ meeting some amazing prospects lol. But this summer I’m just living and going with the flow. There are some amazing men out there and I’ll be damned if I let this fuckery prevent me from experiencing love in its truest form.

Emotional and physical abuse is very real and if you find yourself in that situation, put yourself first and run. These types of people will never give you the closure you need as they thrive over the power of controlling you emotionally and they will continue to portray themselves as a victim to whoever listens. Let them. Who gives a shit. You’re free and life will open up and become light and beautiful again.

Halsey song lyric imagine

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Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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Dealing with it - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry anon who requested this!!! I hope this is okay :) I’ll be releasing one more request tonight then I’ll be stopping requests and putting some time towards writing Endgame part 3, thank you so much for waiting guys

Word count: 1402

Warnings: Swears bb

“What is she doing here!?” You heard from behind you, you sighed and looked up at Betty and Veronica, both giving you sympathetic looks.

“Always a pleasure Jones” you said as you rolled your eyes and turned to the raven haired boy.

Jughead looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.

“What!?” You said with a glare, “Well are you going to move over or what?!” He snapped back. You groaned as you moved further into the booth.

“So back to my first question, why is she here” Jughead said as he looked at V and Betty.

“I’m their friend too, Jones” you protested, “I’m sorry, was I talking to you?” He snarled.

“Fuck you Jughead” you said with a broken voice as you jumped over the back of the booth and left Pop’s.

“Y/N” Ronnie called after you but it was too late, you were out the door, her eyes narrowed and she turned to Jughead, “Nice going dickhead.” She said as she grabbed her coat so she could chase after you, leaving Betty to sort out the beanie wearing boy.

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I’m Going To Be A Dad?!

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2565

Authors Note: Here is the next part to my pregnancy series I’ve got going on. Thanks to @rememberstilinski @sarcasticallystilinski and @smutandahalf for looking at this and letting me know how it is. I hope you guys enjoy this, it was quite fun to write. Also, I got really excited writing the reveal. Don’t know why exactly.

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Joker Imagine - Self harm

Anonymous said:

Hi! Can you write one where joker finds out the reader is selfharming? Like when he catches he doing it?

!!!! WARNING !!!! 


Side note: I’m not trying to romanticise self harming in any way. It was requested and (warning, an opinion is coming!) I think that people should write anything really. I mean, for some murder can be an awful topic. If no one wrote about crime, there would be no detective stories, comics etc. Just saying! 

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Your P.O.V.

The pain was one feeling that made me feel alive. I didn’t feel completely empty, numb and dead inside when I made myself feel something. When the blood tickled down my skin or the electricity pinched me, I felt alive. Funny how a few weeks ago I was scared to do this, so terrified that my boyfriend the Joker would find it. I still was, but I reached a point where I couldn’t stop.

I cut myself, not so it was super obvious, but sometimes here and there. What I mostly did was something different. I used a few wires and a battery to give myself shocks. It hurt like fuck and rarely left marks. Of course my skin was bruising but J wouldn’t suspect a thing. It was better so. He wouldn’t understand anyway.

I was a disgrace, a stupid girl who couldn’t do anything right. I felt like J would kill me off sooner or later because no one would want someone like me around for too long. Right? Who the fuck would put up with me for longer than a couple months? I was surprised J hadn’t realized what kind of a fool I was by now.

It was Monday evening in Gotham city. J was out somewhere with his goons so I was all alone in the penthouse. The day had been okay so far, but then things turned upside down when I was alone. My thoughts were clogged with bad memories, all the negative things people had told me, my super awful years and simply depressing thoughts. Like Joker hated me, he only used me, the entire world hated me. Stuff like that.

A couple hours passed and then I found myself in our purple bedroom, sitting on the floor close to the bathroom just in case I had to hurry there. I stared at the electricity gadget in front of me. My vision was a little blurry because I had been crying earlier. Tonight seemed worse. I needed something worse than some shocks. ‘’Fuck it’’ I spat out and got up, walking hazily to the bathroom. I opened a white drawer and grabbed a razor. The small cold metal could do a lot of bad things.

I looked at my almost clean wrist. It was very tempting since I used to cut my legs. J would see if I had a lot of scars on my wrist. One couldn’t be too obvious. So I took a deep breath and placed the sharp metal on my wrist, pressing it gently to add pressure.Then I just stared at it with my heart beating harder than normally. I just had to drag it, down, then it would be done.

‘’Come on now’’ I growled at myself, getting angry because I couldn’t find the guts to do it. Then I leaned against the bathroom wall and I tried again. I just couldn’t. My gut twisted because I was a little pissed off with myself. ‘’Do it you sick idiot! It’s not like anyone cares’’ I spoke out loud once I saw my reflection in the mirror. I saw an ugly worthless girl. I gritted my teeth and then let the anger take the best of me. I made a deep cut and then I dropped the razor on the white tile floor. It took me a couple seconds to realize what I had done.

Blood started oozing out of the fresh cut and it hurt more than I expected. ‘’Oh no’’ I whispered and quickly pressed the wound with my clean hand. I made a huge mess! J would get so mad if he saw a ll this blood! ‘’Shit shit shit’’ I hissed under my breath and hurried to another drawer, pulling out a towel. Then I fell down on my knees and I tried to clean the blood. It just soaked the green towel and my bleeding wound kept making a mess. Before I could do anything else, I was stopped.

‘’What the hell is going on?’’ I heard a very familiar voice by the bathroom door. My entire body froze on the floor, every single muscle and cell just tensed up once Joker’s voice rang through my ears. How long had he been here?

‘’ was an accident’’ I lied with fear in my voice. Then I started getting lightheaded. I felt like I could just go to sleep for years. But I was also scared shitless now that J caught me. ‘’Don’t..lie’’ He tried to say as calmly as he could, but Joker wasn’t the best anger controller. I could tell that he was fucking disappointed in me. The way he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.

I fucked up.

‘’I’m not lying’’ I whispered with tears in my throat. Suddenly I felt like I could sit on the floor all night. I ignored eye contact and I focused on breathing. In and out.. in and out..

Joker growled something under his breath and I could tell that he struggled to keep as calm as he was. Then he kneeled down in front of me, roughly grabbing the towel and then my arm. I had to bite my lips so I wouldn’t start whimpering when he pressed the towel on my cut, pressing it so the bleeding would stop. He faced down so I couldn’t see if he was super angry or sad. It honestly scared me a little bit.

‘’I swear I-I’ll clean up’’ I broke the silence, because it was killing me. Suddenly J raised his head so he could face me. His red lips were pulled into a thin line and there was a dark, perhaps dull twist in his icy eyes. I tried my best to look into his eyes without crying, but it didn’t take long to fail. His silence was just awful because I knew what he was thinking, what he was doing. 

Tears blurred my vision and before I knew it they were rolling down my face. My body started trembling and then I sobbed quietly. Why wasn’t he speaking to me? ‘’Why?’’ I finally heard his voice. Now he sounded both angry and somber. I covered my  eyes with my other hand and I tried to wipe away my tears, but I couldn’t stop crying. It’s like all my feelings I had kept inside wanted to burst out. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to explain it to someone who could react in ways I couldn’t imagine. Even tho he was my boyfriend..

Joker did the unexpected. He scooted right next to me and pulled me closer to him by wrapping his strong arms around me. I leaned against his chest. Soon after he started comforting me the best he could, which was a lot coming from him. J ran his fingers up and down my back, slowly, but so I felt his presence. Then he let me cry. I felt like a kid, crying wildly before it could speak. That was exactly my situation.

‘’What made you do this?’’ He asked me with a raspy voice when I calmed down a little bit. I grabbed the towel hard and I tried to take a deep breath. I had nothing to lose anyway so I could tell him anything. ‘’My thoughts’’ I started with a small voice. I had to tell him, because knowing J he wouldn’t let me off the hook until I told him the truth and if there was a person behind something. Once a guy yelled at me in the club because I apparently bumped into him, ruining his outfit with a drink. J shot the guy in the head, just like that.

‘’My thoughts are so mean to me, it’s like I have a bully in my head’’ I tried to explain something. Then I sniffled and blinked a couple tears away. J played with my hair and let me continue. So I simply told him anything that came to my mind. I told him about my past, my bad childhood, stupid exes and how the voices in my head seemed to get louder and more cruel. Everything.

‘’I just feel so worthless, like you’ll dump me soon and then I’ll have nothing’’ I whispered, partly hoping that he couldn’t hear that part. Suddenly he stopped playing with my hair, making me nervous. I hadn’t looked up to him while talking so I didn’t know his mood. I turned a little so I could look at his face. He seemed surprisingly sad. His red lips were parted a little bit and his eyes were very tedious. First he looked into my eyes, then my tearstained cheeks and my wrist where his eyes stayed. 

A wave of guilt slapped my face. I made him look so sad. It’s all my fault..

‘’Why haven’t you told me anything before?’’ He wanted to know, this time being the one avoiding eye contact. My heart skipped a beat. I expected him to pull out his gun and put a bullet through me. ‘’Because I didn’t want to bother you J. I-I didn’t want to seem weak’’ I explained myself carefully. J shut his mouth and looked at me again. Then he put his big hand on my cheek, gently. ‘’You’re not weak baby. Damn..’’ He growled and tilted his head from side to side. He was probably debating inside his head whether he should sound harsh or try to stay calm.

‘’You took down a group of armed men by yourself, you managed to get a cold man like me to feel things. Remember when we met?’’ He questioned me with a deep and raspy voice. I nodded, wondering why he brought that up. ‘’You weren’t scared. While everyone else were down on the floor, scared for their lives, you stood out. You walked up to me and I could have shot you, but no. You were so brave. So you’re not weak. If you were weak, you’d be dead by now’’ He told me very honestly without sugarcoats.

‘’But you must promise me something, and I’m not letting you break that promise’’ He warned me seriously. I knew what he would say, but I still waited. ‘’Don’t ever, I mean never ever do this to yourself again’’ He tried to make a deal. The tone in his voice was harsh and I knew why. He wasn’t playing around. ‘’I promise’’ I sighed and faced down, feeling ashamed. I couldn’t do anything right.

J touched my jaw and made me look at him. ‘’I trust you kitten, I really hope you can keep it. The next time you feel this way, speak to me. We can either talk and be like normal people, or go and find a toy to torture. You don’t have to hurt yourself when there’s plenty of people around’’ He suggested  seriously with a small smile. The suggestion sure sounded more thrilling.

‘’I’m sorry J’’ I apologized and sighed. I knew I’d have a scar on my wrist to remind me of this whenever I saw it. ‘’Mmh’’ J breathed out and shut his eyes.I didn’t even want to picture what it would be like to find him in my shoes and me in his. If I ever saw J so broken, I’d break too. Did he feel the same way about me? Or was I in deeper than he was? I had no idea and I didn’t want to find out.

‘’Let’s clean you up’’ He declared after a while. Then he got up and helped me on my feet as well. After sitting down and bleeding for a while, standing made me lightheaded. J put his hands on my shoulders so I could let my blood flow and clear my head. ‘’Thanks’’ I murmured silently. Damn this crying made my head hurt.

‘’And just so you know, after a bath and sleep we’re going to find your old bullies and torture them’’ J let me know and then he started filling the tub. I looked at him, first without an expression but then the corners of my mouth carved into a wicked smile. He truly cared about me. ‘’I can’t wait’’ I replied and then the flame of revenge burnt down my misery, at least for the moment.

I’d make them suffer for ruining me..


Jughead Jones x reader

In which Jughead is having a bad day.

Mainly fluff because I’m WEAK

We all met at our usual place for lunch. Kevin and Archie were having some kind of heated discussion over the table, while Veronica and Betty were smiling at each other, and talking quietly. Just date already. I watched as Jughead walked over to our table, plonking himself and his food down opposite me.

“Hey!” I beamed at him. He didn’t smile back, just nodded his head in acknowledgment of my existence, and I tried not to feel offended as he looked down to his meal and started eating without a second glance at me. The others greeted him, but he gave them equally as despondent responses.

“How has your day been? What lesson did you just have?” I asked him, eager to talk to him. He rolled his eyes.


His one word answer was a little depleting, and I frowned.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that eye roll, Jones.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. “What’s up?”

He ignored me, continuing to eat, and I began to grow frustrated.

“Jug, seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Y/N! Will you just leave me alone?” He snapped, his eyes furious as they met mine. The others turned to look at him, surprised. I was a little alarmed by his sudden outburst, but sat back as I realised what was happening. I knew Jughead well enough to know the difference between when he was actually angry with me, and when he was lashing out because he was hurt. I sighed.

“Right, come on,” I stood up, walking around to him and pulling him up with me. “We’re going for a walk.”

He sighed but didn’t say anything, letting me drag him away from his uneaten lunch. There really must’ve been something wrong if he let that happen.

I linked my arm with his as we began to walk around the grounds of the school. It was a bright day, and the sun shone vibrantly onto the grass surrounding us. I leant my head against his arm before looking up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, and he sighed.

“It’s just… my dad…” He trailed off, looking away, but I understood him perfectly.

“Right.” I nodded. “How bad is it?”

He sniffed and I leaned into him, holding onto his arm.

“Let’s just say I’d be surprised if he even recognised me right now, he’s so wasted.” He muttered, and I looked up at him again, noticing his tired eyes and clenched jaw. Rubbing his arm, I decided Jughead was in serious need of some fun.

“We are ditching last period.” I said matter-of-factly, letting go of his arm and grinning at him.

“We’re what now?” He asked, deadpan, and I giggled.

“Come onnn, it’ll be fun. No one will even notice we are gone. Let’s go, let’s go!” His mouth curved upwards at my enthusiasm, watching me jump around him excitedly.

He let me yet again pull him away, as we quickly left school and I dragged him along the road to my open-top car. I vaulted in and watched as he stood next to the vehicle, his arms crossed.

“I am not getting in until I know where we are going.” He stated. “I am legally obliged.”

I laughed.

I don’t even know where we are going yet, Jug. Come on, have a little trust!”

He raised his eyebrows sceptically, but eventually got into the car, shaking his head as I cheered. We began driving with no direction, using the rural location of Riverdale to our advantage as we drove down endless empty country roads. I didn’t feel the chill of the wind, passing by the fields and hills in a blur of green and red and brown as the sun shone on us. Knowing he was in need of a distraction, I began rambling on about anything and everything, gesticulating wildly and prompting many concerned comments about my driving ability. Ignoring them, I continued to talk until I cut myself off, hearing one of my favourite songs come on the radio.

“Oh, yes.” I said, grinning and turning it up.

“Oh, no.” Jughead groaned. “Please don’t let this lead to an inevitably very loud and off-key performance of this song.” He pleaded, but I only grinned at him: he knew it was coming.

I began belting out the lyrics, waving my free hand around as I passionately acted out every word. The countryside flew past us as I sang at the top of my lungs and he watched me, grinning. It may have been a bit flat, but Jughead was laughing, so I would call it an overall success.

We stopped the car on a random hill. It didn’t have a particularly good view but it was peaceful, and the sky was a multitude of colours above us as the sun set. There were birds and a breeze and the radio was still playing softly. We were lying horizontally across the back seat, my back against Jughead’s chest as he played with my hair.

“Sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He mumbled, his mouth pressed to the top of my head. I smiled up at him, turning my head to see him better.

“That’s okay. I knew it was just because you were having a bad day, not because you were actually mad at me.”

He smiled tenderly down at me.

“How’d you get to know me so well, huh?” He asked. I exhaled,

“Well, I guess knowing someone for this long will do that to you.” I said, pausing before continuing. “Either that or I’m just incredibly attentive, observant, perceptive and generally great.” I teased, smirking as he laughed, tightening his grip around me.

“Well, that is true as well.” He said, eyebrows raised as he looked at me.

I leant forward, connecting our lips gently, tracing his cheek with my fingertips as his hand came to rest on my neck. I smiled as we separated and turned back around, leaning further into him, looking up at the sky. He grabbed my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine.

“You did a pretty good job of cheering me up, you know.” He said, and I frowned.

“Only pretty good?”

“Okay, very good.”

“Thank you.”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 17: Troubled Waters

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: Still reeling from having Brad back in the picture, you take the rest of the day off.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As soon as you made it through the door, you collapsed on the couch, your energy zapped. It had been such a straining day, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into your bed, and forget that the world existed. But your bed was too far away, and you settled for the couch, pulling a throw over you, and shoving your face into the arm.

Why did Brad have to show up? You were finally feeling free of him, and back to the person before he had so torn you apart, and with one appearance, you were now back to the shaking, quivering mess. Memories, or nightmares, flashed in your mind. Of fists flying, and boots landing on your stomach. Of bruises everywhere you looked, and mornings you were so sore you couldn’t climb out of bed. Then, there had been the verbal abuse.

Clutching your hands to your head, you tried to keep the thoughts away. You had thought with a new town, and a new job, you would have gotten away from everything. That you would have been able to start afresh.

Through your dark and dreary thoughts, you noticed your phone ringing. Taking a deep breath, you answered it, needing to talk to someone who would understand. “Tiffany?”

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Finding You - Chanyeol (Part 1)

Originally posted by chanshine

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➢ CEO/Heir!Chanyeol x cafe/bakery owner!Reader
➢ Best friend!Jongbin, co-worker!Kyungsoo, & secretary!Baekhyun

Chanyeol rested his arms against the counter at the front of your cafe.

“Can I get two americanos, and for you to sit with me,” he smiled cheekily up at you, you rolled your eyes.

“It’ll be ready soon, take your seat Mr. future CEO,” you returned his smile looking down, he tried to hand you the amount for the coffee, but you shook your head pushing it back at him.

He stumbled off to a table by the window, you probably had the biggest smile on your face while you went to fix the coffees. Once they were done you rushed over to his table careful not to spill the coffee, you sat them down sitting across from him.

“So what do you think,” you asked leaning over the table, Chanyeol glanced around the small cafe.

“Don’t you think you should’ve gotten a bigger place, do you want me to ask my dad to get you better building,” he asked pointing towards his father’s company which was right across the street.

“I got this place because of that,” you pointed in the same direction, “I get to see you more,” Chanyeol smiled to himself picking up his coffee.

“You just can’t be away from me,” he said giddily, leaning back in his seat with a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“You remember what happened when you moved,” you held your cup in your hands.

“I heard you cried every day until I came to stay with you,” he teased, you nodded, “let me tell you secret,” he leaned closer to you, “I cried too,” he leaned back in the seat crossing his arms over his chest, you finally took a drink of your coffee still giddy.

“I don’t think I could be without you either,” he said softly, “you help me when I’m stressed when I want to give up, you give me a place to run to,” he admitted, he sighed, “I don’t want to go back, I could stay here all day,” he paused, “and keep you from work,” you chuckled.

“I’d have to close down the cafe if you stayed here all day,” you leaned onto the table closer to him, he huffed.

“I could always pay your building rent,” he said in a matter-of-factly tone, you hit his head the best you could.

“I’m gonna make it on my own, I told you that,” you said confidently, Chanyeol smiled fondly at you, before letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m going to head back now,” he stood up walking to your side of the table, he leaned down pressing his lips to your forehead, “don’t miss me too much, okay,” you tried to contain your smile to no avail, nodding.

“Oh hello Mr. Park,” you greeted Chanyeol’s father, he had a stern expression on his face that instantly made your smile drop, “is something wrong,” you questioned.

“Y’N could we talk for awhile,” he asked his tone monotone which was something you weren’t used to from him, as long as you’d known him he’d always been kind and nice to you and your father.

“Yes of course,” you quickly wiped your hands on your apron taking it off, he followed you to a table at the back of your cafe.

“I need to talk with you about Chanyeol,” he said with a heavy sigh his eyes held a faint look of pity once he mentioned Chanyeol’s name.

“Is something wrong with him,” you paused, “he seemed fine when he came by earlier,” you quickly added on, concern dripping off of your every word.

“That’s exactly what it’s about,” he said in an unfamiliar tone that almost sounded like a growl.

You looked around the back of the cafe trying to process, or think of what could come next from him, your mind automatically jumping to the worst conclusion.

“You’re distracting Chanyeol from what’s important in his life,” your throat suddenly felt dry, Mr. Park had never spoken to you like this before, “you’re keeping him from the company, I’ve let the two of you be together for too long, and I think it’s time you go,” your heart shattered.

“You two aren’t meant to be together, you’re on completely different levels,” he paused, “you’re not worth the dirt under his feet,” you tried your hardest to contain your tears, “I’ll buy you another building, but you can’t speak with Chanyeol again, this isn’t a choice,” he sighed, “I’ll have you moved by next week.

His words replayed again and again in your mind, when Chanyeol stepped inside your cafe, just like he did every day since you had opened two years ago. Chanyeol smiled widely at you, you motioned for him to go sit down already knowing what he’d order. You let out a shaky breath trying to compose yourself, you still had a week to be with him, but after that, you’d lose the one thing that kept you going up until now.

“How’s your day been,” he asked sweetly, you rolled your lips under, “did you have a rude customer, what’s wrong,” Chanyeol asked reaching over to grab your hands rubbing his thumb along your knuckles in a comforting manner.

“Do you think you could stay with me this week,” you asked afraid that he’d decline.

“Yeah, of course, but what’s wrong,” he asked once more, you tried to force a smile, to try and ease his worried expression.

“I just want to spend time with you, I’m tired that’s all,” you tried your hardest to not break down while he was still here, “I’m thinking of closing early today, I’m so tired,” you were starting to break, Mr. Park’s words replaying.

“Go rest, I’ll close up for you then be on my way,” he laced his fingers with yours, “and I’ll come back when I get done with work, how’s that sound,” you nodded still fighting with your emotions.

You stood up stumbling towards the backroom where the stairs were, Chanyeol watched you the whole time. He waited until you were upstairs to start cleaning up, he turned the open sign around to closed, wiping down the tables the way he had watched you do. Picking up the two styrofoam cups that yours and his coffee had been in throwing yours away and keeping his. He gave the cafe one last look letting out a loud sigh before he started towards the crosswalk.

“I hope she’s okay,” he muttered to himself waiting for the sign to change, he turned back once more, the cafe looked so gloomy today.

“Y’N,” Chanyeol said softly once he entered the upstairs of your cafe, he paused hearing what he thought to be muffled crying, “Y’N,” he said once more, you tried to stifle your crying pulling yourself up.

“I’m in my room,” you called out, still wiping your eyes, Chanyeol pushed into your room his shoulders dropping while he watched you rub your eyes, “I’m okay,” you lied, your voice soft and sleepy, Chanyeol climbed into your bed next to you, “I just had a bad day, that’s all,” you tried to smile at him, but you could tell he saw straight through it.

“If I hold you will it make things a little bit better,” he asked quietly, you nodded shifting closer to him, “do you want to tell me what’s wrong,” you shook your head burying it into his chest, he sighed putting his hand on the back of your head, “that’s okay, try to go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning,” you held onto him tightly, like he’d disappear at any moment.

You woke up the next morning, feeling Chanyeol’s arms still tightly wrapped around you, holding you protectively into his chest. You let a few tears slip down your cheeks, you’d miss this so much next week. The thought of being without him felt suffocating, you’d known him your whole life, he was your best friend, your love, your soulmate, he was your everything.

You tried your best to pull yourself from his grasp so you could lay back on the pillow and look at him, you never wanted to forget his features. You never wanted to forget his caring eyes, warm lips, soft skin, his voice, laugh, his hair, you never wanted to forget him. Chanyeol’s eyes fluttered open not long after you’d moved back.

“I thought you left,” he let out a quiet sigh seeing you next to him, he smiled reaching his hand out to grab your own, “you can’t scare me like that,” he pulled your hand towards his lips pressing light kisses to the back of your hand, before he pressed it to his cheek, pressing himself into your hand.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you said softly, he smiled.

“We should get up, but maybe we should just skip working and spend the day together,” he rolled over, his face inches from your own.

“Can we do that,” you asked softly, “that sounds nice,” Chanyeol was taken aback.

“You never close the cafe, not even for my birthday,” he moved so his weight was over yours, “what’s wrong Y’N, you’re really scaring me,” he said genuinely.

“Are you sick,” he put his hand to your forehead, you moved his hand away sighing.

“I’m just so tired,” you looked away from him, your eyes watering, “I don’t want to open the cafe,” he brushed your hair to the side.

“Take off as long as you need to, I’ll be here as much as I can,” he lightly kissed your forehead moving off of you, “but my dad would kill me if I didn’t go to work,” you nodded understanding.

“Is the cafe closed today too,” Chanyeol asked, the man who was stood out front knitted his eyebrows together.

“This building’s vacant,” he said pointing towards the cafe, Chanyeol hoped he heard him wrong, he prayed that he heard wrong.

“What,” Chanyeol asked his heart pounding against his chest.

“This building’s vacant, I was thinking of renting it.”

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I am pushing myself every day, to be a better person, to learn, to be someone worth something some day. Trying to do it all, but the truth is, it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Nothing I do ever will, it never has. At the end of the day, I’m just a small girl with dreams that are way out of her league - stuck between living in the moment and planning the next 10 years of my life, between being okay with not having life figured out and crying myself to sleep because i have no idea what to do. Trying so hard and still not being good enough, having people who expect great things but tell me I’m worth nothing.

On good days, I’m okay with everything I’ve achieved. I’m okay with who I am and who I have become. I’m okay with not having my life figured out at 19. There’s gotta be more to life than being right and making sound decisions, there’s gotta be more than just following a plan.

But on the bad, all i can think about is turning 20 in two short days, and being nowhere close to achieving what I’ve always wanted. Nowhere close to being someone who’s on a path to greatness, no one who deserves a damn thing in the world. On the bad nights, I can’t figure out if my existence has even a tiny bit of importance. So what if i do my hardest every day? The bad days make me question everything I do, have ever done. Make me question every decision I’ve made, I keep thinking that if I just vanished, nothing would change. On the bad days, every mistake, every little error is a demon of its own, telling me I won’t ever be enough. And with each bad day, a good one seems to get further and further away.

I’m stuck and i don’t quite know how to rescue myself.
No one can say things worse than what I tell myself every second of the day.
So what do you do, when you are your own nightmare come to life?

—  And to think I couldn’t wait to grow up
Alive. (Alex Standall)

Title: Alive

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Word Count: 613 words

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Swearing, mention of violence.

Summary: The reader and Alex have been friends, and she started dating a boy who hurts her fisically. One day, Alex decides to show her how a relationsip must feel.

Author’s Note: Hello, so this is my first imagine and I’m excited about it. Don’t be rude in case it’s too bad, I’m sorry.Requests are open.

“I brought some food, because I thought you must be hungry.” Alex said standing in the front door with a little smile. I let him in and just closed the door. He looked tired, and mostly like he was angry. He stared at me.

My arms were covered in bruises, and I looked skinnier than the last time he saw me. After a fight I had with my boyfriend, I stayed at home. My parents weren’t there almost always, and I could stay for days at my room expecting that my body would stop hurting. Alex never liked the dude I was dating, even when I never told him about the bruises.

“You looked terrible.” He said and his voice cracked at the end, while he held my face on his warm hands. I tried to smile and just look down.

“Are you staying tonight?” I asked and I walked to the living room. He slow followed me and we end up sitting next to each other. I opened the McDonald’s bag and start to ate the fries inside it. “Thanks for this.”

“Isn’t (your boyfriend’s name) here? I think he was taking care of you, that’s why I didn’t come the past days. If I had known you were here alone, I would have come on Monday or something.” He said worried and grabbed some fries of the bag.

“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore. We broke up on Monday.” I cleared.

“And, are you okay?” He asked and I turned to see him. He already knew the answer, but he tried to prove my weak and sluttered words, just like he did when he knew I was lying.

“You know.” I started saying but some tears start to come out. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” He got closer and hugged me. “I’m here now.”

I felt so bad. He told me about those tapes and I couldn’t tell him the true about how my own boyfriend hurted me so much, how he fucked me and then just if he was mad, or had a tough day I had to pay for everything.

“I promise that I won’t let him get closer to you anymore, okay?” He said really mad while I rested on his chest crying. Then I nod. “Look, now we can watch some movies, order even more food like a pizza or anything and I’ll make you feel much better.”

And just like he said, we watched some Disney movies, and we order a pizza. We spent there, while I cuddled with him and he stroked my hair slowly. Then I turned to stare at him.

“Thanks.” I said with a slow voice. “For staying, and all of this. But, why are you doing it? I know you liked me, but you don’t deserve someone like me as a girlfriend.” I never tried to make it sound rude, even it heard like it.

“I told you I liked you, and I would protect you.” He said patient.

“But, you were always here.”

And it was true. Everytime I had a bad time, I called him because he gave me peace and he gave me what I needed. I tried to comfort him too, just like he always did with me. I just, really like having Alex with me, here. I like Alex.

“Y/n, how you felt this afternoon with me?” He touched my cheek.


“Then, Y/n, this is how a real relationship should feel.”

He got closer and stared at my eyes. He made a trail between my eyes and my lips. I got closer too. He caressed my cheek carefully until we finally kissed.

Girl Meets Season 4 - Episode 1

Girl Meets Season 4 - The Continuing Saga of Riley and her friends as they tackle their Sophomore year in High School. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. What will their sophomore year be like? Read and find out.

A/N: I’m writing this fic for 2 reason, well these are the main reasons, the first is that Disney cancelled the show and didn’t give it a real chance, the second is that I want them to keep growing. All of the chapters are titled as episodes, as the fic goes along there will be some serious topics, as well as my ships because I love them and I won’t let them go.

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geniebjones  asked:

Bts reaction to his female best friend suddenly grabbing his arm and pretending he's her boyfriend to get a guy to stop flirting with her pweez

Here you go!~ I hope you like it/ this is what you would want:


“We’d look good together, right?” A man had approached you as you were waiting for your friend, Jin to pick you up from the cinema. 

“W-what, ah …” He laughed at your stuttered words as he continued to hold you near the wall when finally you heard a car pull up from behind you.


It was Jin’s voice. He’d save you, thank god. 

Turning to face him, Jin stood, staring at the man and smirking, he had heard his attempts to win you over, and was not impressed.

“Who are you? Can’t you see i’m busy with her here, get lost.” The man spoke and rolled his eyes, Jin stepping forward and walking over to you, pushing the guy aside as he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you to him and holding you at arms length, he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke, “Get in the car babe” he said lightly, kissing your forehead as he looked over to the guy.

“Hey, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was yours, I-” The man was cut off as Jin spoke lowly.

“Do that again and you’re done for.” 

Originally posted by beagletae


Staring down the guy holding your wrist as you clawed at his jacket sleeve, Yoongi slipped his hand over your shoulder. 

“Who’s this babe?” He’d ask, his eyes wandering the guy’s form and his lips forming a small smirk.

“Ah, Yoongi …” You started, the guy’s grip on you loosening quickly.

Sighing, Yoongi played with your hair, looking over at the man again, “I don’t think you should be trying to play with my girlfriend- okay?” 

Originally posted by beui

Going into town with Hoseok, your best friend, was supposed to be fun. You were going to pick up some food and have a good day, yet when a man approached you and asked for your name and number, things turned bad. 

“Sorry, I don’t think I should” You explained, him turning angry quickly.

“You’re a bitch. Just give me your phone.” He said, trying to take your phone from your hands.

“M-my boyfriend’s coming! Hoseok-ah!” You half yelled as he came round the corner carrying the coffee you asked him for. 

“Fuck you, you’re lyin-” 

“You didn’t just swear at my girlfriend did you, asshole?” Hoseok glared at the man, his usual smile turning into a frown. 

“Woa- Calm- calm down no, i was … just asking for directions, ain’t that right?” The man asked you, his eyes widening. 

“Hoseok! Don’t leave me again” You played on your emotions, clinging to Hoseok’s arm as he stared at the man. 

The man turned and walked away quickly, Hoseok hugging you as the man looked back, Hoseok waving him away sarcastically.

Originally posted by jinful

“No- sorr-” You said quietly as a Namjoon walked behind the man opposite you, seemingly trying to ask you out. 

“Who are you?” Namjoon asked blankly, staring at the man trying to hold you hand. 

“Hey, back off.” The man turned, your face reddening as he finally grabbed your hand. 

“This sleazy prick …” Namjoon muttered, the man getting madder.

“Hey! Fuck yo-” The mans words were cut off as Namjoon kissed you lightly, smirking at the man as he dropped your hand.

“Sorry about him (Y/N), some guys don’t know that no means no, come on sweetheart.” He took your hand in his as the man’s jaw dropped. 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

When shopping with Jimin, neither you or him expected to pick anyone up that day, yet as you were looking at clothes whilst he was paying for a new shirt, a man decided to approach you- and persistently flirt with you. As Jimin returned bag in hand, the man was still here, this time making the mistake of letting Jimin hear one of his provocative statements. 

“You should back to my house, I’ve got a lot to show you-”

“Jimin!” You called, so glad to see him as he stared at the man in disbelief, his tongue in the side of his mouth, his anger seething. 

“Hey, I bought you that lingerie baby” He said casually, passing his bag over to you, “It’s time to go, say bye to this friend here~” He said slyly as he slipped his hand in yours, pulling you away quickly, the man staring in disbelief; his face turning red. 

Originally posted by gotjimin

On Tae’s day off he’d asked you to go to the beach with him, with his cute smile and small plead you’d accepted, yet when you got there it wasn’t what either of you had expected. As you walked to the beach front with Tae, an older man stared at you from his place on the sand. Both you and Taehyung had noticed, and as you became closer, the man continued to stare. Around 45 minutes later both of you had forgotten and were having fun. Tae ran to the water, as you laid on your towel, eyes closed in relaxation. A grey shadow was cast over your body as you opened your eyes, sitting up instantly as the man from earlier stared at your under-dressed body. 

“C-can I help you?” You asked, locking his gaze and he smiled lightly.

“I think you can. You and me at the beach front hotel, 8pm?” He asked, painting his face with a smirk as the sand thudded quickly from behind the man. 

“I don’t think so, you creep.” Taehyung’s voice filled the awkward air as he stared at the man in disgust. 

His damp hair framed his face prettily as his grey t-shirt clung to his skin, the man felt intimidated by Taehyung as he knelt next to you, his hand placed lightly on your inner thigh. 

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend ever again.” He said monotonously, glaring at the man who turned away quickly.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Coming back from cafe counter with both your and his drinks in his hands, he didn’t expect to see a random guy occupy the seat next to you, trying to engage an obviously unwanted conversation with you. 

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook called out, handing you your iced drink and he stood, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

“S-see, I told you … my boyfriends here” You explained to the man as he looks up, seeing Jungkook looking directly at him expectantly. 

The man stood up and fled from his seat, leaving you to explain the situation to him. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is Veronica's non-identical twin sister and the reader is all geeky and nerdy and stuff thank you xx

“Is there any way I could just go to the library?”

“Umm, I’m afraid not. You’ll have to spend the remainder of class here, Y/N.”

I sighed. “Alright then.” I just handed in my pre-calculus test with a whole 32 minutes left to spare in class. While I wanted to go to the library to work on my chemistry lab report, apparently I was to be detained in class. So I took out the tiny sketchbook I kept on me and started doodling. Or, at least I wanted to. I was drawing blanks any time my pencil hovered over the blank white page.

I looked at Mr. Stewing Silently one row ahead of me, three seats to the left. He had his deep thought face on. Granted he was taking a test just like everyone else, but he also had a look that he was in serious thought almost eighty percent of the time. I was staring, yes, and before I knew it my pencil was scrawling over the thick sketch paper.

“What are we, eight years old?” I asked my sister. “Gimme my sketchbook back!”

“I can not believe you have a crush on Jughead!” She laughed, an arm outstretched to me and keeping me at bay with my sketchbook open in her other hand to one page in particular. It was a sketch I managed to draw of her friend that was in my math class. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N? You know I woulda set you guys up-”

“-Because drawing someone doesn’t mean I like them,” I claimed, crawling across my bed to finally snatch the book from her hand. “And don’t tell him about this either.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“Because I know you, Ronnie, and I know you’re gonna make a huge deal out of this! That or it’s just gonna sound really creepy when you tell him I was staring at him and drawing his face.”

“I think it’s sweet! Poetic, even-”

“-Jesus, Veronica-”

“-What? Is it wrong for me to be excited that you are finally showing interest in a guy?”

“I never said I was interested in him,” I reiterated with a head shake, now becoming frustrated that she was distracting me from getting my homework done.

“Plus it’s like the whole twintuition thing; you feel all happy and bubbly inside over a guy, I think I feel it, too-”

“-Earth to Veronica?? Are you hearing anything at all that I’m saying? Even more importantly, are you hearing yourself? I’m serious, don’t mention this to him or anyone else.”

“Not even B-”

“-No, not even Betty!”

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You’re not even gay, Simon

Remember when Vera walked in on the boys? What if it had been Agatha instead?// @snowbaz-feda day 5

Genre: angsty I guess but just more kind of domestic idk
Word Count: 281
TW: None.


I was tugging at Baz’s lip and working on his top button when the sound of a door being opened erupted from the other side of the room, followed quickly by a loud, “What the fuck?” I had sprung off Baz like he had suddenly turned to hot coals. Baz clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair, setting it back into place,

“Agatha,” He says, cooly. Her face is a whole array of emotions. She’s got her eyebrows raised and her mouth hanging open, but her eyes look furious,

“What the fuck?” She repeats,

“I can explain-” I start,

“No. No. Really. What the fuck? I just- I don’t understand,” Her voice drops. “You’re not even gay, Simon.” She says it like it’s a dirty word,

“That’s why I was going to explain-” She interjects again,

“And you!” She glares at Baz, “I thought you liked me.” Baz clears his throat,

“Sweetheart,” I can see a flash of fear scamper past his eyes as he regrets his word choice immediately, “I thought it was evident when I told you I didn’t like you.” Agatha’s cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, she lowers her voice,

“I thought you were playing hard to get…” I can see Baz grimace out of the corner of my eye. Everyone turns towards the door when we hear footsteps coming from the hall,

“That’ll be Penelope, back from the loo,” Agatha says calmly,

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You can’t tell Penny about this, Agatha, please!”

“Why?” She spits,

“Just, please-” the door swings open,

“Please what?” Penelope wondered, closing the door behind her,

“Nothing.” Agatha turns to me and Baz, fire in her eyes

I know, I know, this is not a fic, but it isn’t that bad. Okay yes, it is

also it’s 10:45 here so it totally is still day 5.

I planned on finishing this but what can you do

hope ya enjoyed


PS: Thanks for all the love on my last fic! very sweet and unexpected!!


Belated hiatus–canon compliant up to 4x15 
Rated: M
Warnings: Reference to suicide/self-harm, implied past suicide attempts

All I can do is promise that there are two planned follow ups, neither of which will come near this level of angst.

You can read below without fun formatting, or with fun formatting on AO3

Day 1

When she wakes up, there’s still blood caked under her fingernails and, before she can remind herself that it’s not his, it’s not real, a wave of nausea overcomes her and she leans over the side of the bed, vomiting on the floor.  A nurse she neither knows nor cares to know places a hand on her back and says her name, but she doesn’t want to hear it.


She tries to sit up, but the nurse holds her back.  He tells her something but she doesn’t listen.  Someone else shouts her name and Daisy comes stumbling into the room.  For the first time, Jemma’s aware enough to know that the nurse is telling Daisy to go back to her own bed, but instead she wraps Jemma in her arms and for a moment, they just sit there and shake.

It takes two hours to convince the nurse that the best place to be is with Fitz. So even when night falls, she sits on the side of his bed, knees pulled into her chest, wide eyes on him.

Day 1

Somewhere, she calls his name.

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yawn!! can’t sleep so take mi kallura headcanons: (aka i exploit these in every fic i write so might as well jot that down)

  • allura got a sweet tooth
    • keith giving her chocolate for valentine’s day on earth<3
    • she doesn’t like ice cream though, she’s like why is it cold, keith
    • keith doesn’t like ice cream either so they usually get cake at restaurants while hunk and lance order ice cream
    • when she tries reeses for the first time she immediately makes keith call pidge so she can be like peanut butter is amazing wtf
  • keith helping allura clean out her room
    • (coran was like allura you cannot even close your closet.. please do something i can’t see the floor)
    • (lowkey keith loves the mess even though he’s personally neat)
    • keith finds a drawer full of hair accessories that allura wore as a kid and proceeds to try on bows and hairbands while allura tries to tackle him
    • coran walks in on this and immediately walks out
    • they don’t end up cleaning but they do end up napping in a pile of her terrible fashion choices
  • they love training together!!!!!
    • allura watching him fight the gladiator silently until she either laughs or has to stop the bot to kiss him bc damn
    • allura showing keith her skillz and keith wanting 2 faint
    • them both sparring against each other but still calling out tips because they can’t help it
    • shiro walking in on them wrestling and getting the wrong idea so they have to confront him after dinner and explain
  • making.. gentle fun of lance
    • the blue paladin annoys them both and they obviously team up against the garrison trio for shenanigans
    • when shiro isn’t MISSING they enlist him as the innocent lure while keith and allura pull the strings on pranks
    • lance flirting with allura and her blank stare as she says “that bruise on keith’s neck? that was me” and that’s how lance finds out they’re dating 
    • (it’s not news to anyone else)
    • (lance is like i thought he was finally turning purple)
  • romantic snafus…..they got bad luck
    • first night they make out is in the commons and…. hunk just walks in and says “oh my god okay” and leaves
    • then they go to keiths room bUT shiro knocks on keith’s door and sees allura in his bed behind him and can’t think of what he had to ask so he awkwardly leaves
    • allura comes down to red’s hangar one day so they can be ALONE finally but the mice followed them and allura is like adskfsjd LEAVe
    • keith is shirtless and allura is only wearing said shirt in the kitchen at like 3am when pidge comes in, no glasses, says hello, grabs a drink, leaves, and they’re laughing at her obliviousness until they realize pidge’s glasses are fake and then they’re laughing even harder
    • ***nsfw: they’re having shower sex and it’s fine until the door opens……………and they hear lance start singing

anyWAYS,, enjoy this mess maybe

My Conversation with a 4-year-old today
  • Her *Looks at me from the seat ahead of mine and smiles*
  • Me: *Smiles, being pulled out of my depressing thoughts*
  • Her: *Moves to the seat next to mine*
  • We exchange names before she comes and sits next to me
  • Her: Are you a boy or girl?
  • Me: Well today I'm a girl.
  • Her: YOu're really pretty! I like the holes in your ear!
  • Me: *Thinking that a 4-year-old just complimented me on my 2G stretched ears* Thank you!
  • Her: I like your hair! It's really pretty! You should dye it all pink!
  • Me: Next time maybe.
  • Her: No!! You should dye it orange and get red stripes!
  • Me: I like that idea!
  • Her: *Turns to her sister who is like 9* "She's really cute!"
  • I can't stop smiling at this point
  • Her: I'm going to sit by you every day you ride the bus, okay?
  • Me: Okay!
  • This little girl came over to me on the bus while I was in a very very upset mood, a very bad mental place, and was on the verge of tears. She made me smile and proved to me that children are more respectful than adults. She accepted the fact you can see through my earlobes with a smile and compliment, same with my other piercings, she accepted that my hair is very short and is black with pink/red bangs, and she said it looked really cute. She didn't call me a girl or a boy, she politely asked. This little 4-year-old knows more about humanity and respect than 97% of all the adults I've met, that should say something.
frat boy!got7

Originally posted by bunminsook

for the anon who requested frat boy!got7!!! this is my first combined scenario so bear with me 


  • president of the frat ofc
  • his brother was an alumni at the school and was a loyal member of the same frat so jaebum was basically raised wanting to be a part of it too
  • jaebum cares about the guys in his frat so much like he always makes sure they’re taken care of
  • the morning after a big party he walks around the frat house distributing tylenol and water bottles and saying stuff like “you’ve got an exam in four hours, youngjae” “make sure you don’t get soap in your eye when you scrub the penis drawings off your forehead, jackson” “i’ll drive you to the hospital for that twisted ankle, bambam”
  • works with frat mom jinyoung to keep the boys under control
  • he’s a very polite and relatively reserved guy and at first when you meet him you don’t even think frat is in his vocabulary
  • he has the neatest set of study notes you’ve ever seen like there are headers, sub points, little boxes to the side titled “fun facts” like what a cute boy. for real
  • he offers to tutor you when he finds you stressing and banging your head against your desk and you accept bc you’re honestly hopeless at this point
  • he tells you to meet him at the frat house, which is already surprising to you bc you don’t see him being a member of a frat
  • and then he’s like “I’m the president of the frat so don’t worry about anyone bothering us”
  • you’re even more surprised
  • super smart tho like you can tell he’s very diligent abt his studies and stays on top of them very well
  • the other boys are super lost when they find jb with someone in his room tho and they take it the Exact Wrong Way
  • jaebum is tripping over himself blushing trying to explain that it is not like that but they all just keep giggling to themselves
  • jackson: don’t worry (y/n), you’re guaranteed an A+ tonight am i right
  • bambam: don’t “study” all night guys ;))))
  • they keep making jokes until jb reminds them that he can and will put them on toilet duty for next week’s party and they immediately shut up and bolt
  • despite that jaebum is pretty much loving with the boys and dotes on them like a big brother and it’s so endearing to see
  • like he swears that they all drive him crazy but you always see the warm smiles he shoots them when they’re being silly or causing a ruckus and it really does make ur heart flutter
  • jaebum also turns out to be really bad at asking ppl out on dates
  • he ends up asking you if you wanna study at the park one day and you’re like sure!! but he shows up with a picnic basket that jinyoung and youngjae put together and he doesn’t even have,,, books
  • has you looking like booboo the fool with a scientific calculator in one hand and dressed in mustard stained sweat pants
  • he ends up bashfully telling u that it was supposed to be a surprise date and that jackson told him if he mentioned studying at the park you’d get the hint but, as you could see, you did not
  • still, the effort is so sweet that you just dump your stuff in the grass and peck his cheek, telling him “all you had to do was say so, doofus”


  • networking god
  • there is not a person on god’s green earth that jackson can’t talk to okay
  • he’s always the one that goes out and recruits people for parties and fundraisers
  • don’t speak korean? that’s okay!! he speaks four other languages!!!
  • at every party jackson is going up to lit everyone like “john from the laundromat! harmony from the grocery store!! oh, hey maria do you want to meet my frat brothers? i’m sure they’d love to hear everything abt your accounting job at the bank”
  • super persistant and basically if you turn jackson down for a party he’ll make you feel so bad with his lil pout until you hate yourself so much you just accept
  • you’re just going abt your merry way one day, running off three hours of sleep and six cups of caffeine
  • you’re pretty sure you can see the earth rotating at this point
  • jackson just has to come up to you when he notices that you’re wearing a tee shirt for an artist he likes and tbh you don’t even know the artist and just thought the shirt was cool but he’s rambling and you don’t wanna be mean and ignore him
  • plus he’s cute
  • then he’s like “hey, my frat is having a party this weekend and i’d really love it if you came :DD” 
  • a party does sound fun tbh and your week is already hell with finishing up all these tough tests so you’re like sure, what’s wrong with a lil unwinding
  • he exchanges numbers with you and you don’t even expect him to text you every day leading up to the party but you can’t say you mind
  • he’s adorable and really knows how to make you laugh, keeping you great company in between studying and classes
  • on the day of the party, you’re half convinced that jackson had just kept up with you through the week to ensure you came to the party but then only a few seconds after entering the party one of the boys who greets you named Mark is like “Oh!! jackson told me to look out for you, lemme go get him”
  • and sure enough, jackson comes barreling over and gives you a big hug like you two have been best friends for years and he looks so happy to see you and is rambling just like the day at the coffee shop
  • but this time he’s also asking abt you
  • he seems to want to know everything abt you and what you like to do and what your major is and suddenly jackson “life of the party” wang is tucked away in a corner discussing the meaning of life with you
  • you two escape up to his room and while the others think you’re up to something else you two actually end up falling asleep talking abt your futures to each other
  • it’s only when you wake up the next day tangled in the limbs of a snoring jackson do you realize what’s happened and you bashfully wake him, telling him you’ve got to head back before your classes start
  • so he offers to walk you back to your dorm, and it’s not even five minutes after he’s “left” that you receive a text 
  • jackson: coffee date after class???
  • you bite your lip to contain ur grin and text him back an affirmative, before you’re startled by a loud exclamation of “HELL YEAH” from outside your window, and you look out to see jackson running down the sidewalk with the biggest smile on his face


  • one of the ones that doesn’t look like he belongs in a frat
  • he mainly did it to look good on job apps and whatnot and when he first joined, he was reeled in by the help of mr. president of the frat im jaebum
  • jinyoung isn’t a big fan of the parties but he will go to a few for the alcohol and chicken wings and then hole himself up in his room with headphones on listening to his latest audiobook
  • when he does show up to frat related events, looks really dapper in a nice prim blazer and stylish turtleneck with his hair combed perfectly and his shoes shining
  • the maknaes try to roast him but they always come up short bc. i mean. he looks great
  • always yelling at the youngest pledges and sighing dramatically in the background when one of them fucks something up
  • he meets you one night at a party held at the frat, where he’s sat up in bed, eyes closed, quietly listening to his audiobooks as he zones out
  • and then he hears a thud in the background and his eye opens only to see you, sweating and panicking, shutting the door behind you while you gasp for breath
  • slowly, he pulls his headphones down and frowns at you, “can i help you?”
  • you jump, startled to see him there, and immediately rush over to him “please please please hide me!! there’s some guy following me around the party and i think he saw me come in here” 
  • at the revelation of your situation, jinyoung shifts into “oh fuck no” mode and gets up, shrugging on some shoes before he grabs your hand and pulls you with him to the door and you’re pleading for him to hide you but then he looks over at you and says “point him out to me and I’ll do the rest”
  • sure enough, the guy who is bothering you is bothering other people too, touching them and making them visibly uncomfortable
  • jinyoung’s seen this sleaze across campus before but he’d never been able to get into one of the frat’s parties until now
  • jinyoung can already see the brothers put on door duty too busy partying to focus on their job
  • immediately, jinyoung stomps up to the guy and grabs him by the collar and you’re momentarily shocked by the force jinyoung uses bc he doesn’t look that strong in your eyes, but he’s managed to lift this guy straight into the air
  • jinyoung shoves him into a wall and the guy is nearly pissing his pants when he sees the anger in jinyoung’s eyes “leave. now. before i kick your ass” and when he drops him the guy sprints out so fast that jinyoung just watches with a roll of his eyes and turns back to you
  • you’re standing dumbfounded at the top of the stairs as jinyoung passes by you and goes “i’ll have one of the younger boys walk you home”
  • but before you can stop yourself, you’re asking if you can stay with him for the rest of the party
  • he reluctantly agrees, mainly bc he feels bad and you don’t seem like a nuisance
  • at first, he just expects to turn his tv on and to leave you to your own devices as he gets back to what he’s doing, but then you start asking about why you rarely ever see him at the parties
  • “they aren’t actually why i joined the frat. if anything, i just endure them” he explains, only slightly annoyed
  • so you ask another question, and he answers
  • and then another
  • and another
  • jinyoung ends up unknowingly abandoning his book altogether to talk to you, finding it kind of hilarious how entertained you are with just him
  • usually the younger pledges tune him out when he talks abt things he’s interested in or always tell him he’s got a stick up his ass but you, you actually think he’s interesting
  • it’s well into the early morning when you both realize the party has died down, and he offers to walk you home himself, which you oblige to
  • it’s brisk outside and it’s extremely dark, so jinyoung thinks it’s totally okay if he slips his arm around your waist to tuck you under his arm in fear of losing you
  • you’re mad blushing cause?? oh my god he’s so hot but also he’s lit hot like you wish you could carry him around like a personal heater 
  • when he arrives at your dorm, he gives you a nod and tells you to be careful, and that if you see anything strange outside to tell him
  • at first you’re kinda confused abt how that would work, but then he slips a piece of paper into ur hand and when did he have the time to write down his number…?
  • when you look down at it in awe, he just smiles at you, bigger than a little smirk for the first time that night, and shrugs, “and if you ever need a breather at one of our frat parties, you know where my room is”


  • the cutest??? frat boy??? ever?/??
  • honestly when ppl see him at the parties they’re just like who dropped this baby angel from heaven
  • he’s always smiling at everyone and asking if everyone is having a good time
  • he doesn’t drink a lot bc alcohol makes him kind of sluggish and he usually has a lot of energy on his own to begin with lol
  • him and bambam are inseparable, and usually start all the dance battles at parties
  • that’s actually how you meet him
  • he ends up giving you a concussion :)
  • OKAY LOOK BASICALLY bambam bet that yugyeom couldn’t make a really high kick and yugyeom was like fuck u ill do two high kicks consecutively
  • the first one is great but when he comes down on the second one he feels resistance and a few people are gasping and he’s like oh shit what did i break
  • then he looks down and sees you on your ass, groaning as you hold your head in your hands 
  • immediately he’s freaking out and jaebum is screaming from somewhere upstairs that he’s going to kill yugyeom
  • bam helps scoop you up tho and then he puts you in yugyeom’s arms and is like “go to the emergency room now!!!” and yugyeom doesn’t even think to listen to anyone else’s advice he just sprints with you in his arms screaming “sorry! sorry! sorry!”
  • you hold on to his shoulders and fight the vomit back down from how you keep getting shaken on his shoulder and jesus christ doesn’t this kid understand “handle with care”
  • but you two get to the emergency room fairly fast with how quickly he’s sprinted, and when you get checked out, you’ve got a bump on your forehead and a concussion, but other than that, you’ll be fine
  • yugyeom is whispering apologies every time the doctor isn’t talking to you two, and you almost want to grab the roll of gauze in the corner to gag him with it
  • finally, when you’re released, the doctor simply says “make sure your boyfriend checks up on you often, and refrain from sleeping for a bit okay?”
  • you’re about to protest that this tall goof is not your boyfriend but yugyeom is so nervous and he just sputters out a yes before he realizes what the doctor said
  • when he’s leading you out of the hospital with his arm wrapped around you, asking you every few seconds if you’re really alright, all you really want is a drink and some rest so you ask him if he can be quiet for a bit as you collect your thoughts
  • he follows through, his lips pulled into an adorable pout and damn if you weren’t in so much pain, you might feel a lil more sorry for him
  • it’s only seconds later that he whispers “what’s your name?” 
  • you tell him irritatedly, and he tells you his, before he bends down at the knees in front of you
  • you’re furrowing your brows, trying to figure out what he’s up to
  • he looks behind him and smiles gently, “come on, i’ll piggyback you back to your place”
  • you’re reluctant, but once you fall onto his back and he’s hoisting you up, you feel ten times better
  • you whisper a soft thank you into the crook of his neck and miss the way his face beams bright red after
  • you keep feeding him directions back to your place and when you arrive, your roommate immediately starts fussing over you, akin to the way yugyeom had
  • when yugyeom carefully sets you down in your bed, the two start discussing what went down and she’s like “you’ve got to come by to check on her as your punishment, i know your hyungs and i will get them on you”
  • you want to tell her so bad that no, it’s not needed, but yugyeom agrees without literally any prompting
  • then he turns to you with an apologetic smile and gently hands you an ice pack, telling you to text him if you need anything and he’ll get it
  • you let him put his number in your phone and then he’s on his way
  • the next day, when you wake, you check your phone to see a new message
  • dumbass who gave you a concussion: i’m free this afternoon, want me to bring over lunch?? my treat :)
  • you let out a soft laugh of disbelief at the contact name, pleasantly surprised that he wanted to follow through with his promise, and type back with a blooming smile on your face
  • you: that sounds great, dumbass who gave me a concussion


  • probably the only maknae who is not a danger to the rest of his frat brothers
  • this boy actually gave himself the sweetest job ok
  • throughout every party, he checks up on all the super sick or hungover guests and makes sure they get home safely
  • the boys have a car that youngjae affectionately calls the hangover train
  • he piles a few nearly comatose students on and gets their addresses before driving them back to their dorms
  • he usually has jackson help pile and unload all the passengers bc youngjae is,,, not into the whole picking people up and moving them bit
  • and jackson likes manhandling ppl so it’s a win win 
  • you, unfortunately, have the great fun of escorting your very drunk roommate back to your dorm :))) all the way across campus :)))
  • but then you hear about the hangover train and decide that hey, that should be helpful
  • you’re told youngjae is in charge of it and you go up to him, attempting to hold on to your friend and keep her from falling
  • she’s almost abt to crash on to the floor when youngjae suddenly turns and grabs her around the waist, laughing softly “oops. need a ride, i assume?” he asks, and you nod with a pleading smile
  • he gets jackson to come over and scoop up your friend, and jackson is more than happy to show off his biceps as he carries her out to the car
  • you let out a sigh of relief, having the pain in your shoulder soothed from not having to carry your friend anymore, and youngjae starts making conversation
  • “is she usually like this?” 
  • “oh no, but her sociology exam is coming up and-” “ah i see, nuff said” 
  • once he drops you two off at home, he gives you a bright smile and waves, telling you to have a safe night and you think is the last time you’ll see the sweet smiling boy
  • but then your friend convinces you to go to another party at that same frat a few weeks later, and sure enough, she ends up getting blackout drunk again
  • you’re looking for youngjae again without thinking about it, and he meets you halfway, with the same charming smile on his face “need another ride?”
  • it weirdly becomes a thing where you and your roommate go to parties at their frat and you almost always end up taking youngjae’s offers of a ride back to your place each time
  • sometimes, neither of you are even drunk
  • sometimes, you go to the parties alone just to see him
  • one of these nights, he’s taking a break from the hangover train and one of the other frat brothers is in charge of it
  • it turns out that youngjae is actually really wild on alcohol and you come to the conclusion that jb put him in charge of being designated driver for a reason
  • he’s climbing on chairs, has nearly mooned everyone (you stopped him in time), and also is seeing double
  • “wow, two (y/n)’s… this is like a dream come tru”
  • for the first time, it’s you who’s taking care of youngjae when he’s drunk
  • you help him up the stairs to where his frat brother mark says his room is and you gently deposit him on his bed, watching as he smiles dazedly at the ceiling
  • you’re abt to tell him goodnight and get yourself outta there in case youngjae started stripping again not that you would have particularly minded when youngjae calls your name
  • “wait, are you going home?” 
  • you nod
  • “but didn’t you drink too? what if something happens to you on your way back? damn it, i should have held back tonight. i’ll go get yugyeom, he can walk you home-” but as he’s moving to get up you stop him with a flattered smile, watching as he pouts up at you
  • “it’s fine, youngjae. i’m a lot better at holding my liquor than my friend. and you”
  • his cheeks turn even darker, the alcohol and his embarrassment making him look cherry red in the dull lamp light
  • he hiccups cutely and sighs, “but your dorm is so far across campus. can you let me know you got home safe?” he asks softly, and you’re so endeared by how much he cares that you give in and give him your phone number before calling him
  • he picks up the phone with a confused face, seeing as you’re right there and calling him, but then he watches as you lean over and kiss his forehead, motioning for him to get under his covers
  • you slowly back out of the room and wave goodbye, and when you make it out of the party, you start talking “i’ll talk with you until i get home, okay youngjae? and then until you fall asleep”
  • “i don’t think i’ll be able to fall asleep if it means i have to stop talking to you”
  • if you thought he was blushing hard oh boy
  • you two start talking about nothing, passing the time as you get closer and closer to your place, until finally you’re in bed and whispering gently as to not wake your roommate, “i can tell you’re falling asleep youngjae”
  • “no ‘m not… keep… telling about physics…”
  • “goodnight youngjae~”
  • “will i see you again soon?” his questions catches you off guard, but you decide to whisper back “i’ll see you tomorrow, how about that? i’ll bring you something for that hangover” 
  • and he quietly mumbles “i’d really like that” before he drifts off, and all you can hear are his adorable lil snores on the other line
  • you barely have the resolve to hang up but once you do, you fall back into your pillow with a lovey sigh, dreaming of a cute, pink cheeked boy who you may be crushing hella hard on


  • f u c k b o y
  • jk jk he’s not that bad……. kinda
  • he dresses like he was born in a frat im ngl
  • he ties plaid shirts around his low hanging tank tops, wears backwards hats and thinks he is the shit
  • mostly everyone thinks he’s the shit too im not even gonna try and play yall
  • but,,, there are two kinds of Marks
  • there is party mark who is usually like always lit, always drunk, and always flirting
  • and then there’s college student mark who wakes up extra early for classes, helps tutor his brothers, and buys everyone coffee during finals week
  • you meet mark at a fundraiser the frat is doing
  • they’re going to donate the money they make to the art programs at school bc they’re severely lacking in funding and it’s pretty sad
  • you think that’s cool bc you happen to be in one of the art programs, and so you attend, thinking you’ll just help out any way you can and enjoy a lil fun
  • you end up seeing a dunk tank and immediately begin to try and hightail it out of there when
  • “hey!! you in the cute blue tee shirt”
  • shit. you were wearing a cute blue tee shirt
  • you slowly turn around to see this grinning boy with a smile that could cure sadness waving you over and you. go. very grudgingly
  • “do you wanna play? we’re offering dares” he tells you
  • “what kind of dares?” 
  • and then the guy points over to the dunk tank where this tall brunette is climbing into the seat, tossing a towel over the rim of the tank 
  • the guy in the tank grins at you and you get reminded of why you were running away from the tank in the first place
  • you’d heard of mark tuan and his antics around school, and had basically never wanted to be a part of it
  • the guy next to you introduces himself as youngjae and tells you that the crowd says what they want mark to do, and if you manage to dunk him on your first try, he has to do it. however, if you miss, they wage something else mark has to do on top of the first thing. if you miss a second time, they wage one more thing mark has to do and the game continues until you hit the target or give up
  • it sounds like an awful lot of work and you’re really not interested but youngjae keeps giving you that smile and is like “its for a good cause~”
  • finally you give in
  • the first dare happens to be pretty okay
  • they dare mark to pay $100 toward the cause and mark just shrugs
  • you throw the ball and it flies way out of the general direction you were aiming for
  • so the crowd starts getting interested and the next dare is that mark run around the campus screaming “i’m a big weenie”
  • mark is slightly miffed now and he’s making eyes at you like “pls make it so i won’t have to suffer more than this”
  • you throw, and purposefully miss this time
  • you can’t contain your laughter at mark’s distressed expression and listen as the crowd then wages for him to only drink shirley temples at the next big frat party
  • you miss again, not even pretending to hide your laugh
  • suddenly, mark calls one of his brothers over and whispers in his ear, and the next thing you know, one of them is yelling “the person throwing has to go on a date with mark!”
  • shit
  • you have no choice now, even if you hit the target you still have to do it
  • no longer fooling around, you hit the target, and the crowd groans, unable to put mark through anymore hell
  • when mark resurfaces, he’s lightly glaring at you before he climbs out of the water
  • you’re hoping he won’t follow through with the last dare, and are abt to scurry out of there before you feel wet fingers grasp your arm, and your spun around to see mark smirking at you from above
  • “aren’t you forgetting something, honey?”
  • “no one will know if we don’t go on that date-” “oh no, we’re going. i waged it for a reason”
  • you’re dumbfounded for a second before you glare up at him “that was your idea?? i thought you just told your friend to pick something bad!”
  • and okay. mark is offended
  • you know that face he pulled when the boys made fun of his album cover?? this one??? yeah that’s the face he makes
  • he lets you go with a slight pout and folds his arms across his chest “excuse you, i am a delight”
  • you’re thoroughly annoyed now and being forced on a date so you wanna get it over with as soon as possible
  • you give him your phone to put his number in and he mumbles “but how will i call you if you don’t give me yours?” but you’re already on your way out of his sight before you answer him
  • you finally text him three days later when you happen to be free that night
  • you’re really hoping that he won’t be free, or maybe that he and his brothers have forgotten about it so he won’t care to go through with it
  • but not fifteen minutes later there is a call from mark
  • “come outside, i’m ready to go”
  • sure enough, when you look out of the window, mark is standing there in slightly nicer clothes, having ditched his usual snapback and tank top style for something more respectable
  • “h…how did you-” “youngjae’s driven your roommate back to your dorm after a party too many times to count so he remembered”
  • you quietly glare at your roommate who is knocked out on her bed, snoring loudly, and decide that you might as well get the whole thing over with
  • stepping outside a few minutes later in what you hope embodies just the right amount of “this is me being inconvenienced but otherwise putting in effort”, mark immediately stares
  • you think something is wrong or you’ve missed a possible stain on your clothes but mark just whispers “you look wonderful”
  • you’re slightly taken aback by his compliment, having expected him to say something douchey or to not say anything at all, so you thank him, annoyed at how your tone sounds way too flattered
  • i mean, you definitely are very flattered but
  • “let’s go. there’s a festival in town and i want to try the cotton candy before it sells out like last year” when mark takes your hand, he seems like a whole different person than you’re used to hearing about
  • he’s got a childish gleam in his eyes and he looks so excited to go to the festival with you that slowly, you start to relax and allow yourself to have fun
  • well into the night, when you both are on your way back, you turn to mark and tell him “i had a lot more fun than i expected to have. you’re not like what i imagined”
  • mark is pretty good at hiding it, but you don’t miss his slightly bashful smile as he turns his head away from you, “there’s more to me than a party boy, sweetheart”
  • when he walks you up to your door, you tell him goodnight, guessing this’ll be the last time you see him for a long time, when mark gently calls out for you again
  • you turn, and this time mark is making no move to hide his bashfulness
  • “can i… kiss you goodnight?” 
  • it’s so simple, so innocent, that you’re actually standing in front of him a few moments later, and he’s leaning down to press a sugary kiss to your cheek before he nods at you, “thanks for tonight (y/n), i had a lot of fun too. call me!”


  • the man, the myth, the meme
  • bambam got into the frat with yugyeom when they were freshmen
  • the two of them really wanted to be cool ya know and they thought a frat would be perfect
  • like halfway through the initiation process yugyeom was crying and begging bambam for them to just give up and move on with their lives but NO kunpimook bhuwakul is nothing if he is not dedicated and stubborn as hell
  • and of course yugy is not just gonna let his best friend go thru all of that on his own so he powers thru in the name of friendship
  • bam loves being a part of the frat even tho for a while he’s basically made to do everything
  • jinyoung is always sending either him or yugyeom to take care of errands or making them wash dishes after dinner and while yugyeom sometimes rebels (and jinyoung just stares at him until yugyeom comes back to his goddamn senses) bam is always happy to do what he has to to be a part of this big family of weird guys
  • on the day of one of these errand runs, bam is put in charge of helping out one of the new pledges from a female sorority across campus, which just so happens to be you
  • the two frats are gonna be working together for a fundraiser soon and need all the newbies to pull their weight
  • you’re basically told one of the newest pledges from the other frat is coming with you to go shopping for cups and plates for the big bbq they’ll be holding
  • so you’re waiting outside impatiently, wishing that he’d come fast so that you could get all of your chores out of the way early, when you see a tall skinny legged guy running down the sidewalk, and a small white blur flies right past you
  • when you take a better look, you realize that it’s a dog, and the guy is chasing it frantically yelling “coco! coco please come back!”
  • suddenly you’re running after it too, catching “coco” when the dog stops in front of your lawn to pee (you grab the dog after it finishes peeing of course)
  • you hold the small offender between your palms and out as the tall guy comes to a stop and bends over at the waist, attempting to catch his breath before looking up at the dog between the eyes “coco, you bastard. you ran away from me on purpose” 
  • you can’t help but giggle as the boy gently takes coco from your hands, cuddling the dog close even tho he looks visibly displeased, and then he looks over at you and the house you’re standing in front of before he realizes “oh!! (y/n) right? i’m bambam. i’m the pledge you’re going shopping with today… well, were going shopping with today”
  • you frown, looking down at the pup in his arms before looking back at him “why past tense?”
  • “my hyungs told me to give their dog a bath and i’ve only got a few hours to get everything done, but coco won’t stay still. i’ve already spent half an hour trying to get him into the bath tub itself”
  • you watch as he pouts and start to grin at the cute boy, a plan forming in your head, “well, how about i help you bathe coco and then we can go shopping? it’ll be much faster with two of us right?”
  • wrong
  • literally it takes twice as much time trying to get coco to settle down bc not only is he still feisty, he’s wet too which makes him slippery
  • you can’t count on your fingers how many times coco has suddenly sprinted out of the tiny plastic tub full of bubbles and ran away from you two at lightning speed,
  • you were getting exhausted thinking abt it
  • it was only an hour later that you finally got coco cleaned, dried, and in front of coco’s owners
  • since you two only had so long to shop, bambam suggested to use a blow drier on coco
  • another bad idea
  • coco came back looking like a small white peacock, but you only got to see the split second of horror that flashed across mark’s face before bambam was tugging you out of the house with suppressed giggles
  • when you two finally got to shopping, bambam was telling you stories abt his adventures in the frat house, how stressful it was being so new and being expected to do so much without complaining
  • you share tales of the things that go down in both your sororities, and complain about your superiors openly
  • you feel so happy to know someone else who’s going thru the same thing as you, and slowly you start bonding over all kinds of things
  • it’s only after you two really start talking that bam realizes he has to be back in time to finish some other stuff for the frat, and you do too, so you walk with him back to his place since it’s on the way to yours
  • as soon as you get him back, you’re bidding him farewell and abt to head back, when bam calls out, “do you wanna do this again sometime?”
  • “shop for cups?” you ask, frowning
  • “no! I mean… like… hang out… together. you know. not shopping for cups or chasing a wet dog” he chuckles, smiling a lil wider when you smile too
  • “yeah, i’d like that” you nod, grinning softly to yourself before you wave goodbye to him
  • he waves back
  • you two actually wave at each other until you finally turn the corner to get to your place and bambam is grinning like a little kid to himself as he rushes into the house
  • the boys are asking why bam is so happy about helping jaebum organize volunteer information and he just shrugs and tells them “just thinking about something cute” or someone