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You pay your hair down nervously as you get ready for your turn. You hope you’re not shaking as much as you think you are as you check you still have all the presents you got for the boys, as well as their new album. Seeing that you do, you sigh in relief. Before you know it, you’re being directed to Jin.

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Deaf!Will headcanons
  • He wasn’t born deaf, but he was born with a sever immune deficiency, which kept him from being able to get vaccinated. 
  • When he was seven, he caught meningitis and was in the hospital for 48 hours. No one was sure if he was going to make it. 
  • Apollo completely ignored Zeus’s command not to interfere and showed up at the hospital. 
  • Originally, Will had been blessed with a gift of music, but realizing that his hearing would never be as good as it was, Apollo retracted his gift, and replaced it with the gift of healing, and blessing that Will would never get sick again. 
  • Once Will recovered, he started learning ASL, then speech therapy. He caught on pretty fast, and was soon signing like a champ, and so was his mom. 
  • When the doctors offered Will’s mom the cochlear implant, she asked Will what he wanted. 
  • He said he didn’t want the surgery. He could still hear enough with hearing aids, but he kind of liked being able to take them out. He liked who he was. 
  • He missed it some days, but once he got to camp and learned who his father was and what he had done for him, he embraced it. 
  • Because his eye sight has become so much better since losing his hearing, he was actually able to  learn how to bend light at his will – an ability few Greek children of Apollo had, since Helios is technically the Greek sun god. 
  • When young kids and teens are listening to their music too loud, Kayla will go up to them and say “If you keep listening to it that loud, you’ll go deaf.” And Will will come up behind her, pull his hair back from his ears, showing his hearing aids, and just say “she’s right.” It’s a pretty good way of keeping their cabin sort of quiet. 
  • When Will gets annoyed with someone or doesn’t want to listen to them, he will look them dead in the eye as he slowly takes his hearing aids out. The first time he did this was the first time he heard his dad’s poetry. 
  • Will’s name sign is the sign for “happy” with a W 
  • Will’s name sign for Nico is literally “death boy” 
  • Will taught Nico some ASL, and Nico learned a lot on his own. Nico also tried to teach Will some Italian. 
  • “I’m learning a language for you, you can try to learn some of mine.”
  • “It is perfectly reasonable for a deaf person to ask their hearing friend to learn sings. It’s a little harder to argue that I should learn Italian.” 
  • “Fair.” 
  • Will still learned a few key phrases, and how to write Italian decently. 
  • When things got hectic in the infirmary, Will tends to turn his hearing aids off or take them out all together. He is then able to focus on what he needs done, tell who ever is helping him what he needs, and not have any unnecessary distractions. Chuck was delivered completely without Will being able to hear a thing. 
  • Will has incredibly good vision, and is often used in Capture the Flag as the look out. That’s why he was positioned at Half Blood Hill the day of the battle. That and baby delivery is one hell of an experience. 
  • When he is in his twenties, Jake Mason now a bio medical engineer, came up with a hearing aid that will fully restore hearing, but can also be turned down or turned off completely. It’s perfect for Will. While he fully embraces who he is, it is nice to hear his mom’s voice again. 
Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.

“Hello?” You said quietly.

“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.

“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.

“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.

“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.

“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.

Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?

“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.

“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.

You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.

Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.

**

You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.

Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.

Harry Styles.

Shit.

Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.

If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.

You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.

This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.

“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.

“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.

“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.

“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.

With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.

Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.

She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.

“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.

You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.

“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.

“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.

“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.

“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.

When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.

You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.

“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”

“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.

“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.

“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”

“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”

“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.

“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.

“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.

“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.

“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.

“True,” you nodded.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.

Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.

“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”

“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.

You nodded with a laugh.

About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.

“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”

“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.

“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.

“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.

“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.

“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.

That came out of the fucking blue.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”

“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you sighed.

“No, no, I understand,” he said.

“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.

“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.

“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.

You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.

“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”

“Sure, sounds great,” you said.

**

The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.  

Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch? 

Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot. 

When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway. 

“No problem,” he said. 

You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water. 

“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you. 

“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head. 

“Neither do I,” Harry laughed. 

You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,” 

“We can do that,” Nick smirked. 

“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked. 

“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered. 

“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked. 

“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged. 

“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked. 

“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed. 

“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?” 

“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed. 

“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked. 

“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged. 

“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you. 

“I hope so,” you smiled. 

**

After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said. 

“Are you sure?” You said. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk. 

You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s. 

Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars. 

“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car. 

“Do what?” You asked confused. 

“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?” 

“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly. 

“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.” 

“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?” 

“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked. 

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said. 

“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…” 

Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.” 

He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back. 

“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said. 

“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said. 

“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave. 

“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars. 

He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile. 

Amor

// In which Antonio Alejandro Bartholomew IV’s relationship grows deeper //

Part 5 of the sugar daddy series (part 1)

*Contains Mature Content*

the dominant antonio we’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. @helanyisdead bless the fuck up - drea 🌙

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The Sitter (1)

Summary: A busy tour schedule means someone has to take care of RapMon, and your services are taken up by the slowly smitten leader of BTS.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Friends to lovers

6k words 

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/N


“Good morning, Y/N’s dogsitting, Y/N speaking.” You said in your friendly, professional voice. You were currently just about finishing a paper of molecular development when your smartphone rang.

“Hello, I need a dog sitter for about a month.” The deep voice on the other end was soothing, but you pushed it back on the realisation taking care of a dog for a month was a long time. You could do it though, you were going to be off university for the next three months and had plenty of time to spare.

“That’s absolutely great. What’s his/her name?” You asked, twirling your pencil in your finger thinking about how a month of dog sitting would pay for your vacation to Hawaii next year.

“Uh,” He laughed for a second.

You patiently waited for him to tell you, you had dealt with embarrassing names before so you were sure you could deal with this.

“RapMon.”

Your hand flew to your mouth instantly as you tried to conceal your laughter. You could deal with cookie, sugar puff and creme brûlée (all names you had heard of) but RapMon? As in after the kpop group Bangtan’s leader?

“Ah, RapMon’s a Bangtan fan I see?” You asked light heartedly. Even more surprising was that male kpop fans were a rarity, so you were naturally intrigued.

He laughed on the other end, “something like that.”

“We have the same favourite, I’m sure we’ll get along.” You chuckled.

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased.” The voice on the other end replied in the same tone of banter you had.

“Well, if you just send me some of RapMon’s details like health, any dietary requirements, likes and dislikes then I can get back to you and we can go from there.”

“Great. I’ll see you soon.” The attractive voice on the end of the line said.

The phone call ended after you said your bye and you made a note to yourself to check your emails regularly for RapMon’s owner. Putting your phone down, you couldn’t resist covering your mouth in embarrassment as you laughed.

RapMon.

The voice on the phone was just so…manly. It didn’t make sense for him to name his dog after the leader of a highly successful kpop group, unless he was really a fan? He must be, you thought. In all honesty you couldn’t blame him- the stan in you came out defending all the reasons why Kim Namjoon would also have male fans.

Whilst you weren’t super active when it came to being a stan, you liked Bangtan enough to know who everyone was, their likes/dislikes and personalities. Of course, Kim Namjoon had caught your eye early on and it was his ability to rap to your soul that made you hooked on his voice for some time.

You didn’t dwell on them too much, but you were a stan and to dog sit someone who was a stan enough to name their dog after a member was pretty interesting.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a ding coming from your Mac, alerting you of a new email.

Wow, this guy must be a real hardcore fan, you mused. The email even read KimNamjoon01342@outlook.kr.

Subject: Dogsitting

________________________

Hey there,

Here are the details of RapMon below, email me or call me on this number: 011442773926 if you need anything else.

Name: RapMon

Sex: Male

Breed: American Eskimo

Dietary: Allergic to salmon.

Health: NA, healthy.

Likes: Walks, running, playing, learning new things and tricks.

Dislikes: Being left alone (aggressive barking if left for too long).

Thanks,

Namjoon

You burst out laughing. He even called himself Namjoon.

You replied with an email including your address instantly, as RapMon seemed like a great dog to take care of which would cause no issues for you.

Later that week, you were set to welcome RapMon to your humble but dog friendly home and waited patiently in your living room to meet him and his owner. In all honesty, you were eager to meet the owner. The owner was a stan just like you, so there was bound to be some good conversation waiting, especially if he was as hardcore as his email suggested. You were also eager to meet RapMon. Whilst dog sitting paid well for a student like you, it was also fun. You loved animals and dogs especially. The whole idea of dogs being a mans best friend only was shit for you, you also thought dogs could be anyones best friend: you could make friends with most of them anyway.

The rapt dinging of your house bell broke your thoughts away, as you realised RapMon and his owner were just on time. You straightened out your dress before getting the door, afterall- first impressions were everything.

Showtime, you thought.

Upon opening the door your eyes betrayed your brain in expectations for RapMonsters owner.

You could recognise those eyes instantly, even underneath the red baseball cap which was some sort of weak disguise. Those plump lips were defining of him, and your mouth couldn’t help but open in surprise at the realisation of exactly who it was that was in front of you.

The face now staring back at you looked at you expectingly, as if to invite him in. In any other situation, you would have exchanged names, shaken hands and invited him in by now for a cup of tea. Yet, you weren’t in any other situation.

You were in front of Kim Namjoon, RapMonster from BTS.

RapMonster.

RapMonster!

You tore your eyes away from his penetratingly expectant gaze and looked to see a playful American Eskimo circling his legs.

RapMon.

“Ah, so this must be RapMon.” You said shakily, after what felt like an eternity trying to mask your surprise.

“Ah, I don’t normally do this but do you mind if I come in?” The velvety smooth voice asked, and you looked back up to him again. Right, you reminded yourself.

Time to invite an idol into your home. Get a grip, Y/N. He’s just a normal person whose pretty well known across all four continents of the world.

No big deal.

“Come in! How rude of me…” You trailed off, extending your arms in a welcoming gesture as they directed him to your cozy living room.

You shut the door behind you after RapMon happily followed his owner, gently barking to be picked up by him. You watched the owner, Kim Namjoon pick up his dog and ruffle his snowy white coat in his arms.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked politely, tearing your gaze away as he took some gentle steps into your living room looking around.

Your cozy living room was dog friendly, a customised playstation set up which saw RapMon immediately interested as he jumped out of his owners arms and into the little play area.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped out of your lips as seeing the cute dogs reaction and playfulness. Neither could Kim Namjoon control his laugh, “sorry, he really should have better manners.” The smile reached his eyes, and you could tell he doted on his pet.

“Nonsense, it’s there for him.” You said.

“So, we have green tea, olong, chai, english breakfast tea, coffee, juice, coke, water…whatever you’d like.” You said after a pause, surprised you could remember all the teas you had in your cupboard.

“Chai’s fine, I have to get back soon though as my flight leaves in a few hours.” He said, and the realisation hit you he probably had a tour coming up which is why he was leaving you with his dog for a month.

“Sure, take a seat and make yourself comfortable.” You said, to which he graciously accepted as you saw him sit down on one of your couches and play with RapMon.

In the kitchen, however- you were having a little crisis.

So, RapMon was the idol Kim Namjoon of BTS’ dog. It explained a lot, like the stronge email you had received at first from what you had just assumed to be a really hardcore male fan.

No, it was the actual Namjoon.  Namjoon who you really thought was a genius.

You took a deep breath as the kettle you had turned on stopped its boil. Taking a cup, you poured the steaming hot water over the tea bag and let it sit as the spices filled your senses, calming you down. You poured a dash of milk over and took the teabag out. After you had made yourself a cup of tea too, you went back into your living room to find Kim Namjoon petting RapMon gently on your couch.

It was a sight that made your heart clench, but you repressed it as you put on a poker face before cutting to the chase. You had to. You just couldn’t let him leave like that.

After he graciously thanked you for the chai and took a sip, you dared to sit near him on the edge of the couch and turned to face him.

“So, RapMon is named after you.” You said trying to repress your smile.

Namjoon’s dimpled smile came out as he became shy and looked down.

“I’m sorry, I should have made it clearer from the start.”

You chuckled. “It’s okay, I could have been a crazed sasang fan for all you know and planned to lure you into my abode to feed you to hungry nietzens.” You said in a mock serious tone.

Namjoon laughed, and the sound really was musical to your ears. It vibrated against your eardrums and was infectious.

You didn’t really hear it much, even on programmes.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not, right?” Namjoon playfully mocked, looking around the room to find any hidden cameras.

“Speaking of, I’d appreciate it if this little fact stays between us.” He said, and you quickly picked up that he was referring to being outed to the press or fans that you were taking care of RapMon.

“I won’t be breaching any confidentiality, it’s even in the contract I signed over to you.” You assured him, which earned you a grateful smile.

“So, why my humble dog sitting services?” You asked.

“Well, I need someone to look after RapMon regularly even when I come back from tour, and your place isn’t too far from my residence believe it or not.”

Ah, so you’d be seeing him regularly.

Internally you gulped.

“Well you don’t have to worry about RapMon, he’ll be taken care of really well.” You said.

“I’m sure he will, normally RapMon barks at strangers but he seems to have a particular liking to you.” He pointed out, noticing how RapMon was circling your leg too.

He was right, from your knowledge American Eskimo’s were supposed to take defensively to anyone that wasn’t familiar. RapMon here clearly felt at ease with you, all before you had even picked him up.

“Is that so, do you like me RapMon?” You cooed as you picked him up and lifted him up off the floor as he licked your cheek.

Yeah, he really did like you.

“Ah, RapMon don’t you have any manners kissing someone so quickly?!” Namjoon laughed looking at you apologetically.

“He’s so friendly, we’re going to get along great.” You said as RapMon jumped out of your arms again and into Namjoon’s.

A phone call interrupted your conversation, and Namjoon looked at it regretfully before putting it back into his back pocket.

“That’s probably my manager, they offered to take RapMon to you but I just wanted to say bye to him myself before leaving. i have to go.” He said getting up.

“Of course, where are you touring this time?” You asked casually.

“It’s the leg of our East Asia tour. Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan, China and Vietnam.” The countries sounded amazing to you, and of course you had been to Japan a few times yourself.

“How amazing! Is it just working then, or do you get free time to yourselves too?’ You asked, wanting confirmation just for your fan curiosities.

Namjoon laughed, ‘well do you want the fan answer or the Namjoon answer?”

“Both.”

“Well the fan answer is that we get time for both, the Namjoon answer is that we’re actually working, even when we’re out for dinner and a pic gets put on SNS- that’s still us working. We get a little free time in between. Why, have you been to any of the places?” He asked. Smart you thought, he realised where your question was leading.

“I was just going to suggest a artisan bakery I know of in Japan, you guys work so hard and their cream cakes are the best treat after a long day of work.”

“Well, we really don’t say no to food recommendations. Text me the name and I’ll be sure to have a look.” He said and winked.

Your heart stopped, but you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“My numbers in the email I sent you, any serious issues though if you can’t get a hold of me or my manager, here. call my omoni.” He said taking out a plastic card from his backpocket and handing you it. It had his mothers name and phone.

“Of course, don’t worry about RapMon too- I’m training to be a vet so I should be able to spot if anything really goes wrong.” You assured him.

“Great, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks then.” He said before taking up RapMon and making him promise to be good, like a father talking to a child. It was endearing.

“I’ll miss you buddy, be good for Y/N.”

RapMon seemed to whine after he realised his owner was about to leave him, but you enticed him away with some special dog treats and let Namjoon quietly leave.

Shutting the door, you exhaled as you leaned against it.

“Oh my God.” You breathed out, dropping to sit down against the floor.

RapMon had come back with now a inflatable dog bone and was staring at you expectingly. You took a good look at him for the first time. Like his owner, the dog was also striking. His fur was snowy white and his eyes were jet black. He was also pint sized, making him one of the cutest dogs you had ever seen.

“Right buddy, time to play?” You said. Smart dog, he reacted instantly as he jumped up and down and nudged the inflatable bone towards you.

You relaxed your breathing. RapMon’s owner shouldn’t have that much of an effect on you, just because he was one of your favourites from a band you loved. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to lead to anything. All you had was an infatuation with the character Kim Namjoon assumed, that was all.

Right?

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A week into dog sitting, and RapMon was the adorable dog you had ever had the pleasure of looking after. He was smart and caught onto all the new tricks you showed him early on, learning them at an extraordinary pace.

He even got you extra paper when you were out hand writing your assignment. You had no idea how he managed to find the cupboard where you kept the spare A4, but the dog was clearly perceptive.

He made friends in the park, but barked at their owners and you scolded him for once. This afternoon you were watching some TV to wind down after a hectic assignment load, with RapMon busying himself with a chew toy in the play den when you decided to turn on Music Bank.

Immediately, as if sensing his owners presence Rap Mon started jumping up and down. Of course he would, BTS were about to perform.

RapMon made his way over to you and nudged your leg, as if to show off that it was his owner on TV. Your eyes were probably deceiving you considering how many hours you had been writing those assignments, but you could have swore Rap Mon jutted out his chest like a proud father.

“I know, that’s him isn’t it?! Do you miss him?” You cooed, taking RapMon on your lap as you both watched his performance. As usual, the dance and vocals were spectacular. Namjoon led the group so well, and you couldn’t help but admire him.

RapMon whined. It was the cutest, but a pang of sadness hit your chest as you realised his whine wasn’t positive. He actually missed Namjoon. After the performance ended, RapMon’s demeanour changed. Instead of his usual playful and curious self, he retreated into the other end of your couch and curled himself up.

He didn’t move for over two hours, it was like he was grieving.

It broke your heart to see him miss his owner so much, your attempts to coo him out to play were also lacking.

Sighing, you decided to do something that you would probably regret and over analyse later on.

Your fingers hovered over the number and contact labelled ‘KN’ because you couldn’t quite put down you had Kim Namjoon’s phone number into your phone just yet, it felt too real.

“Do you want to speak to daddy, RapMon?” You asked, ready to press the video call button. You had no idea if he was in concert, but you saw he was in Japan a few hours ago so you assumed the time was around 12, meaning he would most likely be at his hotel now. The Music Bank show was well ended too, and concerts didn’t drag into midnight.

RapMon barked in approval, finally moving out of his little curled ball and placing himself patiently on your lap, looking at your phone expectingly with doe eyes.

Screw it, you pressed call.

After four rings, the ‘connecting’ sign that appeared on your phone meant he was actually picking up.

“Y/N! How are you?” The voice and face on the other end came in union. Even through a screen it was as velvety as it was in real life. From your observations, you could see he was in a hotel room and leaning against a bed frame. He was also in pyjamas, and from what you could tell with hair sticking to his forehead- freshly showered.

RapMon jumped up and licked the phone screen.

“RapMonnie! Are you being good?”

RapMon licked the screen again, clearly missing his owner.

“We decided to call you after seeing you on Music Bank, RapMon curled up in a little ball after the show ended and didn’t move for over two hours because he missed you.” You explained.

“Ah, RapMon!”. Namjoon yelled, clutching his heart. “You know at home, he’ll sometimes act like he doesn’t need me at all and put on a macho act. This is cute.”

“Did you hear that RapMon, you’re cute. Of course you are.” You said as RapMon nestled himself in your lap and curled up.

“I’m sorry for calling you on such short notice, but he really looked distraught I just had to do something.” You said, trying to make it clear that you hoped you weren’t interrupting anything.

“We’re just having our free time for today, so it was a good time to call. What have you guys been doing this week?” He asked, looking genuinely interested.

So you started to tell Namjoon about your week with RapMon, and to your surprise you drifted into other topics that you were sure he would try and steer clear of- seeing as he didn’t know you like a friend or anything. Yet, here you were- being friendly with Kim Namjoon. The conversation was one of the most natural you had in a while, and after you got over your initial anxiety of actually talking to an idol, you berated yourself for not thinking about how Namjoon really was someone you could talk to like any other person you were interested in.

There was nothing to fear.

“It’s 2am! Namjoon, you should really be asleep now.” You said noticing the time after your 2am alarm to check on RapMon sounded. Ramon had drifted off to sleep by now though.

“Is it? We still haven’t talked about Primo Levi.” He whined, as if sleep didn’t matter to him at all.

“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow?” Whilst you were happy to talk about Primo Levi’s diary (as your conversation had drifted into favourite writers), you didn’t want to be the reason why Namjoon would give a tired performance.

“It’s okay, I haven’t spoken so freely in a long time.” Namjoon said, a wide smile on his face. That sent a tug towards your heart, as the innocence of his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Okay, but this is the last writer I tell you about.” You warned, before talking to Namjoon about Primo Levi’s brilliance.

It was a rarity that you would find someone to talk to a Holocaust survivors diary about at 2.30am in the morning. Yet, here you were. If someone had told you you’d be doing this a few weeks ago, you would have laughed in their face and told them to take a hike.

Namjoon began dosing off soon enough though. Slyly, you pried him away from the phone and giggled internally at the realisation RapMon and his owner were alike in some ways. Once comfortable, they both shared their world with you. Namjoon clearly didn’t mind to be half asleep talking to you.

“Sweet dreams Namjoon.” You said gently, and he murmured something intelligible himself before you pressed the little red button on your phone that ended the call.

Safe to say, sleep didn’t come as easy to you that night as it did to Namjoon.

Four weeks had passed by quicker than you had thought. RapMon went back to his usual happy-go-lucky self after talking to his owner a few weeks ago, and you made a habit to avoid putting on music shows when RapMon was around just in case he would become sad again. From your SNS updates though, BTS were on fire with their tours and interviews: the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt Namjoon when he clearly was so busy touring.

Today was the day that RapMon was supposed to leave you, as BTS’ South East Asia tour had wrapped up and they were ‘free’ or much more free than usual for the summer.

“Are you going to miss me RapMonnie?” You asked RapMon, who was happily waggling his tail finishing off the last of his meal from the dogbowl. You had just finished fixing a bowl of cereal yourself and watched RapMon devour the contents of the bowl from your sofa.

RapMon continued licking the bowl, much more interested in the sauce of his meatball meal than anything.

You laughed, and then watched the little intelligent creature make his way over to the treat drawer in the play den for some doggy biscuits. Smart kid, he figured out where you hid them.

“Fine, but only because you’re a genius!” You said, letting him take a few. You didn’t want Namjoon to think you couldn’t disciple RapMon and come back to a really unruly pet.

The doorbell rang. Namjoon was here.

“He’s here RapMonnie!” You said, and RapMon jumped all the way up into your arms.

“Come on, let’s go answer the door.”

RapMon in your arms in tow, you opened the door to see an attractive Namjoon leaning against the door frame, dressed in fashionable chinos and blue shirt tucked in.

He smiled widely.

“RapMonnie!” The dog jumped into his owners arms from yours and frantically licked his face in excitement.

What the cutest thing was next was that RapMonnie flicked his large beady doe eyes between you and Namjoon, confused as to whose arms to go into next now that he had jumped into his owners. It was like a child picking their favourite parent.

“RapMon, are you so quick to leave me already?” Namjoon asked in shock, and RapMon looked like a sense of guilt passed over him as he stayed still in his owners arms looking down.

You both laughed.

“Come on in, unlesss…you have somewhere to be?” You said, hesitating as you realised he’s just here to pick up RapMon from your place.

“No, no, I’ve just finished a world our. You couldn’t get me to be somewhere if you paid me.” Namjoon joked, stepping in.

“Tea, coffee, juice?” You asked again, expressing hospitality.

“Coffee would be great, actually. Only if you have a cup.” He said, making his way into your living room.

“Make yourself at home!” You called out from the kitchen, preparing two cups of steaming coffee.

After bringing the cups back again, a sense of deja vu hit you and you reminded yourself this was the same situation you were in a month ago when you had met Namjoon. A month in, and you were comfortable with his presence. It was like it didn’t faze you as much that he was apart of your favourite band.

Inside you were dying to ask about the other members, but resisted.

“I, uh got you something to.” He said after you sat down and handed him the mug of coffee.

You eyes landed on the cute shiny bag he had brought inside with him, and a blush crept up your cheeks.

“You really, really didn’t have to get me anything Namjoon!’ You stressed, considering your bank had been deposited with a lot of money the other day for taking care of RapMon.

“You’ve been taking care of RapMon so well, usually we have to put him through a couple of sitters when I’m on tour because so many can’t handle him.”

“So please, take it as a token of thanks. It’s really not that much too.” Namjoon stressed, making you feel guilty about not taking it from him.

Hesitantly, you did and took out the contents from the bag.

Oh, wow. You thought.

This was really thoughtful. Cute and thoughtful too, they were cream cakes from the bakery you had eventually texted him to visit.

“Jimin and Jungkook couldn’t stop once we went in on a little break, I had to pick some up to you on the way back seeing as you introduced me. I hope you like cho-“ You cut him off by embracing your arms around him. Of course it wasn’t romantic, more of a friendly pat hug but a good  hug nonetheless.

“I always crave these! I’m a student so it’s not like I can go to Japan all the time, so thank you so much!” You expressed your thank you well.

Namjoon looked flustered, and you wondered if you had embraced him for too long.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you like that!” You yelled, apologising since…it wasn’t like you were friends with him or anything. Or so you thought.

“I love appreciation, I’m not going to turn those down. Friends right?” Namjoon winked, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You gulped internally.

“Friends.” You said meeker, not quite adjusting to how Kim Namjoon thought you were now friends.

Namjoon, RapMon and you had an afternoon tea of sorts with cream cakes and coffee. You talked more about writers, and you introduced him to your collection. Conversation flowed easily with him, and you loosened up with every minute of talking to him. He seemed to as well.

Safe to say, you had made a new friend with the unlikeliest of people.

“Ah, I’ve suddenly just had some inspiration for a song. I really don’t want to leave you but I can’t focus if this doesn’t get put out.” Namjoon said watching you, distracting you from playing with RapMon.

You understood, he needed space to pour his thoughts out.

“It’s okay, go.” You said, encouraging him with a smile.

“I’m sorry, I feel bad when I said I’d stay for dinner too.” Namjoon looked at you apologetically.

“You’re a writer, inspiration hits you in an instant. I know you need to get it out. It’s kind of like when I have a theory writing my papers. I have to get it out.”You explained.

“It’s like a block.” Namjoon added.

You were planning on saying those words next.

“Absolutely. Go, Namjoon.” You pushed.

“Here, you can’t cook right? Take some of this pasta.” You said, quickly getting a spare container and loading out some pasta that you had made earlier on in the day. You knew he couldn’t cook being a fan, but also he let it slip today whilst you were both having coffee.

“Is this carbonara? It’s mine and Yoongi’s ’s favourite. We’ll eat well. Thank you.” Namjoon said, as you passed the large container tightening the lid.

“Share some with the others.” You also added.

“Of course. What kind of leader would i be, keeping all of this delicious stuff to myself?” He teased. “I’ll call you in a few days about RapMon I guess.” Namjoon said, but you had a feeling he’d be calling you a lot from now on.

You walked him out to the front door with a now sleeping RapMon in tow who said a silent goodbye to. Namjoon took a good look at you, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question.

“These locks work right?” He asked out of the blue.

“Yep. A little shaky, but I doubt anything bad will happen.” You re-assured. This was odd, he sounded very concerned for a new friend.

“Just checking.” He said after a pause.

“See you soon.” Namjoon said.

“Bye.” You said, tucking a hand behind your ear and waving him out. As soon as he was out of sight, you shut the door and did what exactly you did a month ago when Namjoon walked in to your life.

You sunk down onto the floor.

Your new friend just checked if your locks were working, which was boyfriend material.

You sighed. Everything about him screamed your type.

Your heart rate accelerated. No, he wouldn’t even think of you like that. You thought you should be pleased he would even consider you as a friend. You thought an association to someone you admired was enough- but to actually find out you guys got along really, really well? That was just out of the blue.

You knew there was always something special about him, but then what fan didn’t?

You were going to have an interesting time living across the street from him, and you would need to stock up on coffee. Meetings with Namjoon left you restless after he left.

AN: This is going to be a cute story, with just angst to drive the plot (nothing so heavy but also I love angst so there’ll be some, just not the overload I usually put in my stories). Also, it’s going to be 3 parts max.  

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 19

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: Talking, finding excuses, hiding the truth. But the truth can’t remain hidden, so are my feelings for someone.

Word count: 2308

A/N: Ugh again a day late I was sure yesterday was Sunday because I watched the new episode yesterday! Again I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think of it! Thanks to @maddie110201​ who proofread it for me (None of the gifs are mine!)


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It was still raining when Scott and I went home. In the time that it took to walk from Stiles’ car who had kindly driven us home, to the door, we were soaked. All I wanted was to go to my room, go to bed and try to forget what had happened. Forget all the problems I had, the alpha pack, the darach, the classes I didn’t even pay attention to and especially the growing feelings I had for Stiles. Basically, I wanted to forget them. But I knew I couldn’t, I couldn’t let myself love him, I didn’t belong here.

So many questions remained unresolved. Why was I here, what about my world and my family? Did they miss me? Did I only disappear or was my body inanimate in the real world? And why the voice that was taunting me and forbidding me to speak was in my head? I couldn’t afford to love Stiles. It was dangerous, impossible.

Yet I knew it was too late for that.

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Sirens

Bitty didn’t speak. He was a siren, a creature whose voice is the downfall of others, who can drive men and women into madness with a single word. As a child, his request for candy resulted in every person in earshot rushing to the nearest store, loading their arms with sweets to satisfy him. The novelty waned quickly into a curse, for he never knew who truly cared for him and who was responding only to his voice.

By the time he started at Samwell, he had gone three years without saying a word, and he was happy to let his classmates believe he was incapable of speech. His teammates took signing classes to understand him, and rallied around him when a professor told him he had no medical reason to skip his oral exam.

He had friends. For the first time in his life he knew the people that surrounded him liked him for him, that made him stifle his laughter into his fist, that cheered as he attempted spins in his bulky hockey skates.

He believed that someone could love him of their own accord. Every time he locked eyes with Jack and shared a secretive smile, or crashed into him after a goal, Bitty let himself think that, just maybe, Jack could feel an attraction that had nothing to do with Bitty’s voice. Bitty’s stomach leaped every time it crossed his mind.

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Jams With Java

Spencer Reid

Spencer hated being set up. It never worked out, no matter which one of his well intentioned friends was doing the match making.

Tonight had been no exception and as he wandered through the city streets back to his apartment he silently cursed himself for letting Derek convince him that this time would be different.

The girl he’d double dated with had been okay. A doctor who Savannah worked with at the hospital; she’d been very well educated and was extremely attractive, not that that was something that mattered to Spencer. But as the four of them had sat and eaten their food, it was blindingly obvious to everyone at their table that there was no connection between the two. When it got to that point where his ‘date’ was openly flirting with the waiter, Spencer pulled his friend to one side, made his excuses and left. He should have felt bad about running out mid date, but there was no love lost there. And Derek understood, even apologising to him for how the night had gone.

“It’s fine, Derek. I’ll see you at work on Monday, okay?”

And so it wasn’t even ten pm on a Friday night and Spencer was on his way home to spend yet another weekend alone in his own company. Which most of the time he didn’t mind, but now that even Morgan seemed to be settling down, there were times when it bothered him. The problem was he didn’t really know what he was looking for in a partner, all he knew what that he needed that connection, that instant spark. And he’d yet to feel it. Maybe he never would?

Spencer was just about to turn the corner off of the main street when he spotted a bright lit store front further down the road. Last time he’d come this way, the store was still boarded up and vacant, yet now it looked like it was open even this late.

He decided to walk the few yards further to check it out, seeing a brightly decorated sign ‘Jams with Java’.

As he approached the store front he could see that it appeared to be a music store combined with a coffee shop, with a sign announcing it’s late night opening. Forever on the look out for good coffee Spencer decided to check it out, pushing the door open and hearing the jangle of bells over the low melody that was playing.

Looking around, he smiled slightly to himself. There were only three customers in there sitting at booths off to one side. In the middle of each table was a mounted electronic tablet with a headphone splitter attached to it. It looked like people could plug their own headphones in and peruse the stores music choice, whilst they drank their coffee or ate the various baked goods they had on offer. A third of the store was taken up with rows and rows of albums, both vinyl and cds although Spencer was tech savvy enough to know that a lot of people just downloaded their music these days. He still preferred to own ‘hard copies’ though. The final third had various musical instruments on display, acoustic guitars and such. The smell of coffee permeated the entire space and Spencer found himself walking over to one of the tables and pulling up a chair.

After a few moments the only member of staff who appeared to be working came over and smiled at him. Her name tag read 'Victoria’ and she had one of the most enchanting smiles that Reid had ever seen. Her face looked almost bare of any make up, although Spencer knew from JJ and Emily that the so called 'natural’ look could take longer to achieve. Her hair was a mixture of honey coloured blonde with darker undertones to it and was cut relatively short for a female. She wore it in a side parting with the right side falling longer than the left and it framed her faced beautifully.

It took Spencer a minute to realise that she’d spoken, asking what he’d like to order.

“Sorry,” he shook himself out of his trance.

“That’s alright. You certainly looked like you were off in another world. Was it nice there, can I come?” her voice was like a wind chime in a light summers breeze, a sound Spencer could listen to for hours on end.

“Pardon?” he’d heard her words but wasn’t sure what she was saying.

“The other world you were just in… Was it nice there? Actually, just ignore me, it’s been a long day.”

“Sorry. It’s been a long day for me too.”

She smiled again, “If it’s been that long should you really be prolonging it by drinking coffee? Not that I should be turning down business in my first week. Decaf perhaps?” she wrinkled up her nose at the word decaf as did Spencer.

“I don’t sleep much anyway. A cappuccino would be fine though please, no decaf. I really don’t see the point.”

“Me neither. I adore coffee for both the taste, and the hit it gives me. Which is much needed sometimes. So, cappuccino it is, that’s my favourite too. Can I interest you in a pastry or a cookie? A muffin perhaps? We’ve got these amazing coffee and chocolate chip flavoured muffins, they are to die for. In fact, I really need to stop promoting them. I have two left and if they don’t sell, I get to take them both home.”

A thought passed through Spencer’s brain which he quickly dismissed, but then back tracked to it, deciding for once to act on it.

“Could I get the two muffins then and two cappuccinos please?”

“Two…. Jeez, you really don’t need much sleep. Give me two ticks and I’ll bring them over.”

She wandered away back behind the counter and Spencer found himself watching her as she walked. She was curvy, a very voluptuous figure hidden in black skinny jeans and a black long cardigan. Her v neck t shirt had been bright pink though and Spencer hadn’t been able to stop himself noticing the ample creamy cleavage that peeked out of the v.

Trying to not seem like he was biding the time before she returned, he started to swipe through the tablet, struggling slightly with the different options on there. He could work his iPhone but the interface on the tablet was different and he gave up just as Victoria returned to the table. She set out both drinks and muffins in front of him and he swiftly moved one of each to the space in front of the empty chair opposite him.

“You expecting company?” she asked him.

Spencer felt his cheeks start to flush as he shook his head and looked down at the table.

“Erm no, I was… um. I wondered if maybe you wanted to join me. There’s not a lot of people in here and you seem… god, I’m being stupid. Of course you don’t want to join me, you probably have much better things to do than talk to some random stranger….. ”

He felt a small hand touch his and then quickly retract and when he looked up he saw that she had climbed into the seat opposite, her waitresses notepad sitting on the table.

“So… Random stranger. If I’m going to eat muffins and drink coffee with you, I kinda feel like I should know your name maybe?” she took a sip of the hot drink, her lips pursing around the mug.

“I’m Spencer… Spencer Reid,” he couldn’t believe she’d joined him, butterflies jumping about in his stomach.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Spencer Reid. I’m Victoria.”

“I know.”

“You know?” she suddenly looked alarmed and Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Your name badge…. ” he pointed to her chest at the badge that proclaimed her name.

Victoria started to laugh herself,“That’s happened to me three times this week. Customers calling me by my name and every time I’m like, how do they know? My sister always laughs at me. I really need to remember that it’s attached to my chest.”

“Your sister? Does she work here too?” Reid asked, taking a bite out of the muffin. Christ… It WAS good, she definitely hadn’t been lying.

“Yup. We actually own this place. My sister, her husband, and me. Our grandparents passed away earlier this year, within days of each other. We were their only grandchildren so as sad and upset as we were, we were both pleasantly surprised to discover that they’d been sitting an a sizeable rainy day fund, which they left to us. We decided to do something that would hopefully make them proud. Our Gramps always loved music and Grandma loved baking and food. And myself and Amy love coffee as well as food and music so we thought we’d combine all three. We’ve only been open for a week but we seem to be doing okay. And although it’s hard work, it’s fun….I’m rambling, I’m so sorry!”

Spencer could listen to her ramble all day, he thought.

“You’re really not.. I live a few blocks away and wondered who’d taken over this place. It was only tonight that I saw it was open and decided to come and see what was what.”

The pair talked for a while longer, sipping their coffee and eating their muffins, tearing tiny pieces off. One by one the other customers left until it was just Victoria and Spencer. She glanced to the clock on the wall, jumping when she saw the time.

“Balls… It’s eleven. I’m meant to close up at ten thirty,” she slid off the chair, quickly moving to the door and flipping the sign to closed.

Spencer followed her, hovering by the door. “Erm, how much do I owe you…”

She waived her hands away, “Nothing, it’s on me Spencer.”

“Can I… At least help you clean up then maybe? Seeing as I’ve distracted you and kept you here longer than you needed to be?”

He didn’t want to leave, he really didn’t want to walk away from this woman.

“Nah it’s fine. I live in the apartment above anyway. Sissy and hubby have an apartment a few blocks down but I think figured I’d save on the rent seeing as we were forking out for this place anyway. And it means I’m generally always here to accept deliveries. Will you come by again? I enjoyed talking to you tonight.”

Spencer nodded and begrudgingly accepted that he was going to have to leave her company. He opened the door and bid her adieu, albeit rather sadly.

She was just about to lock the door when he turned, going with his gut instinct for the second time that evening. She stopped, holding the door ajar when she saw he’d turned around.

“Victoria…I don’t want to… erm… Christ, I haven’t even asked if you’ve got a boyfriend… But would you… Maybe want to go out with me? For dinner sometime?”

She looked surprised to begin with and Spencer began to panic thinking he’d made the biggest mistake ever. But then her lips started to twitch upwards into a smile and she slowly nodded.

“I don’t have a boyfriend… And I’d very much like to go out with you sometime.”

“Really?” his voice squeaked causing her to grin even wider.

“Yeah, really. In fact, I’m actually free tomorrow. We only open late on a Friday. We close at six on Saturdays.”

“So I could maybe pick you at seven?” Spencer tried to control the nerves that were creeping into his voice.

“I think you definitely could.”

She rummaged inside her apron and pulled out her pad and pen, scribbling her number down on it and handing it to him.

“Text me, when you get home so I have yours too. And I’ll very much look forward to seven pm tomorrow.”

“So will I.”

Spencer took the paper, his fingers brushing against Victoria’s as he did.

And there it was, that spark he’d been so desperately waiting to feel.

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This one goes out to @amalasdraws who enables all my need for fluffy Iwaoi! Thank you!


There’s only really one thing that Hajime doesn’t like about his job, and that’s the fact that it keeps him away from Tooru more than he’d like.

He’s in town for one week, away for the next - sometimes it’s two weeks at home, and then four days away. He’s got more seniority now, so there’s less time spent away than at home, but he’d be hard-pressed to admit that he doesn’t miss Tooru when they’re apart, even if it’s just for a day.

So when he gets the chance to come home a day early and surprise Tooru? The answer is a resounding yes, obviously.

But the hard part comes in keeping the secret from Tooru.

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“Feel it in your soul” - a Deaf!Bakugou Bakushima fic for @recyciedtrash

(Also on AO3).

Eijirou is jamming in the kitchen when Katsuki gets home. The music is loud enough to make the floors vibrate, and he’s belting out the lyrics as he dances between the stove and the counter. He gives the curry a stir as it bubbles on the stove before shimmying over to the pork, which is frying on the adjacent burner. He nearly trips over himself when he notices Katsuki standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a sour look on his face. Eijirou gives him a sheepish grin and hits the button to turn off the music. He knows that Katsuki doesn’t like it when he plays music around the house, and is usually better about making sure to turn it off before he expects Katsuki home. Katsuki remains tense as Eijirou approaches and turns up his chin for a kiss. He can feel Katsuki relax somewhat as Eijirou wraps his arms around his shoulders, stroking his back with gentle fingers.

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You’re Gorgeous: Josh Dun x Reader fanfic

A/N: Okay if any of you are anything like me, you’ll still be wishing it was Halloween and you’re not even ready to think about Christmas. Sorry this took so long to get too, geez. Lol it’s snowing right now, but Josh fluff is perfect for any season, so let’s just roll with it… love you guys and thank you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Since it’s getting colder out I was wondering if I could request a Josh Dun x reader where the reader wears his sweaters and they cuddle and play outside with the leaves or something. Everything you write is so amazing and I’m a big fan or your work!

“Wake up babe,” Josh nudged you lightly. You had fallen asleep on the couch together eating leftover Halloween candy and watching a horror movie. While the movie kind of freaked you out a little, Josh’s arms were so comforting, and you couldn’t help but slowly drift off into sleep. “Hey y/n, it’s time to get up.”

“I’m comfy,” you whined, snuggling up beside him. “Don’t want to move.”

“But then how are we going to get caramel apples?” he raised an eyebrow. Your eyes opened, you sitting up, staring at him, excited.

“Caramel apples?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Josh laughed. “That woke you up alright.”

“Come on, let’s get dressed,” you decided, tugging him off the couch and traveling to the bedroom. You decided to put on some leggings, a tank top, and you slid on one of Josh’s sweaters, earning a playful glare.

“Is that mine?” a smile curled on the side of his lips.

“Maybe,” you admitted. “But it’s so cozy and it’ll keep me warm.”

“It is a bit chilly out,” Josh sighed, slipping on a sweatshirt himself. “I guess I’ll let you slide.”

“Thank you,” you giggled, and he hugged you tight.

“Let’s go,” he suggested. “Maybe we can even get pumpkin pie while we’re at it.”

“That’s a lot of sweets,” you reminded.

“There’s never too much,” he argued. You guys drove to the farmer’s market downtown, something your town had set up every time it got to be around autumn. Josh turned up some of your favorite music, you leaning back in the shotgun seat, one of his hands holding yours, both of you humming along to the song. Something caught the corner of your eye, the Starbucks sign at the side of the road, and you tugged on Josh’s sleeve.

“Hey, I hear it’s PSL season,” you hinted. “Aren’t you tempted just a little?”

“Fine, one small detour,” he agreed with a smile. After picking up delicious Starbucks, you finally arrived at the farmer’s market. There were little children with their families picking out pumpkins, scouts selling baked goods, and a light chill in the air. Red, orange, and golden leaves littered the ground, warm apple cider being sold in mugs, and plenty of scarves and boots. It was definitely fall.

“Everything’s so pretty,” you grinned, taking in the sight. “It’s like stepping into a fairy tale.”

“Yeah, it’s really gorgeous,” Josh nodded, putting his arm around you as you walked down the street. “But it will never be as gorgeous as you.”

“Shut up,” you teased, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re such a flirt.”

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m the flirt.”

“Whatever,” you laughed. “Let’s go find the caramel apples.”

After passing by the kettle corn, cobbler, pork roast, sweet potatoes, and soups, you finally spotted the table full of caramel apples. “Awesome,” Josh smiled. “Go pick out four, that way we can give some to Tyler and Jenna.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to eat them all?” you joked, picking up one and holding it out to him.

“I’m sure,” he promised, pulling out money from his pocket and handing it to you. “I’m going to go buy a basket and grab a pumpkin pie.”

“Great,” your eyes lit up. “Let’s meet by that tree over there when we’re done. Okay?”

“Yup,” Josh nodded. He gave you a kiss on the head before taking off, leaving you to choose a couple of caramel apples. You picked out several before going to the register, greeting the old lady before handing him the cash.

“I saw you with that young man with the pink hair,” she chuckled. “You two seem very friendly.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” you informed with a laugh.

“He must be very sweet,” she gave a fond smile. “It’s so nice to see young love in the air. Young couples are so adorable to watch.”

“Yeah, he’s extremely sweet,” you agreed as she handed you the apples in a small crate and your change. “Thanks so much. You have a great day.”

“You too, sweetheart,” the old lady waved you goodbye. You walked over to the tree, spotting Josh sitting underneath it, basket beside him, talking to a couple little kids. A smile spread on your face as you approached him.

“I want to play drums too,” a little boy in a sweatshirt told Josh.

“That’s awesome,” Josh grinned. “I bet you’d be great.”

“Who’s this?” a little girl with pigtails wondered, looking up at you as you sat beside Josh.

“Y/n?” Josh laughed, turning to face you. “This is the love of my life.”

“What?” the girl tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Josh is my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh,” her eyes lit up. “Are you married?”

“No,” you frowned.

“Hopefully one day,” Josh replied, nudging you slightly.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “One day.”

“You should play with us,” the boy in the sweater decided. “It will be fun.”

“What do you think, y/n?” Josh raised his eyebrow. “Up for a little bit of playtime?”

“Absolutely,” you chuckled. You placed the candy apples in the basket and the little girl helped pick you up from the ground and led you guys towards a small park. Josh carried the basket, as well as the little boy on his shoulders, and you glanced at him. He’d be such a good dad. He was so good with kids and full of laughter and love, you’d love to start a family with him one day.

“Do you love Josh too?” the little girl wondered, tapping on your leg. “He said you were the love of his life.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I love Josh very much.”

“That’s really nice,” she beamed. “I hope I fall in love one day too.”

“You will,” you reassured. “Everyone does eventually.”

“That’s gross!” the little boy exclaimed overhearing your conversation. “Girls have cooties.”

“Oh just you wait,” Josh laughed. “You’ll change your mind about that later.”

“Here we are!” the little girl exclaimed, spinning around in circles happily, racing towards a pile of leaves before jumping in it.

“Come on,” the little boy begged when Josh put him down. “Play in the leaves with us.”

“I don’t know, buddy,” Josh contemplated it. “It might get a little messy.”

“Please?” he gave him sad puppy dog eyes, and Josh couldn’t resist.

“Okay,” he complied. “Let’s go play in the leaves. You going to join us, y/n?”

“Of course!” you giggled, letting your little kid side out for a bit.

“Yay!” the little boy laughed, racing towards the leaf pile and jumping in it.

“You ready?” you turned towards Josh, extending your hand.

“Heck yeah,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both raced towards the leaf pile, barely big enough for the two of you to jump in. You laughed as the leaves crunched underneath the two of you, the two kids cheering happily, the little boy sprinkling leaves on the tops of your heads and the little girl trying to scoop up the leaves on the sides to make the pile even bigger.

“You have a little something in your hair,” you joked.

“No kidding,” Josh rolled his eyes playfully. He moved closer to you, surprise tackling you until you were covered in leaves.

“Ah! Josh!” you cried, both of you laughing as he kissed you on the lips. He pulled away and the two of you grinning. “You’re so sneaky.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” Josh smiled.

“Whatever,” you smirked, deciding to get revenge and you tackling him this time, pushing him into the leaves with a hug.

“Oh gosh, y/n!” he shrieked, and you giggled, before feeling someone else hug you from behind, and another person.

“Group hug!” the little girl announced.

“Dog pile!” the little boy insisted.

“I think there’s a huge difference between a group hug and a dog pile,” you chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter,” Josh shook his head. “We’ve got little friends and lots of sweets, comfy sweaters and fall leaves, and love is in the air. And I’ve got you, that’s all I could ever ask for. Right?”

“Was that an attempt at a really shitty poem?” you raised your eyebrows and tried not to laugh.

“An attempt,” Josh blushed.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

“You’re gorgeous,” he insisted.

“I love you,” you giggled.

“Love you too, y/n,” Josh grinned.

anonymous asked:

Some years ago you wrote a Blind!Cloud fic and there you mentioned hard-of-hearing!Sephiroth. I was wondering if you would be as kind as to wrote something small on HoH!Seph, I'd be forever grateful.

oooooh. That would be chapter 3 of Gaining Sight.  If I remember there was a small bit of backlash (and a lot of support from hard of hearing readers too) about it so I’ll take a moment to remind readers that I do have someone to ask about day to day life while blind. She’s awesome and I love her to death. I don’t have someone who is hard of hearing or deaf. So…if you don’t like this one. Tell me. Or rebagel and fix it. Teach me something new so I don’t make the same mistakes twice. 


Sephiroth doesn’t actually remember what caused it, but he remembers he was about four when Gast and Hojo put him through rigorous tests about his hearing. They didn’t like the results. It was the only place where Sephiroth tested “below average”. Gast seemed to think Sephiroth’s other “above average” senses would make up for it. Hojo seemed more ready to make Sephiroth work for it. Gast left, so Sephiroth worked for it. 

For a while Hojo seemed paranoid that Sephiroth would lose his hearing completely, or that he was already deaf. Sephiroth already knew how to speak, so the pediatrician that Hojo despised most of the time, said Sephiroth would be fine with hearing aids. Hojo had him learn sign language (both midgarian and wutaiian versions) just in case. Sephiroth got used to speaking and signing at the same time. 

His hearing did get worse while he was in Wutai, but not at a pace he noticed. It was actually Angeal and Genesis who suggested that Seph was having hearing problems and he had it checked. It took a while before he had a set of specially made hearing aids that brought him back up; he was still a SOLDIER and it was hard to get it right. Sephiroth also used signing as a method of silent talking, after their military hand signals were compromised. Wutai soldiers didn’t understand the midgar signals. . 

Sephiroth got used to reading most of the things he watched…and it actually opened him up to watching more foreign films. Good for him too, because he hates the Continents obsession with movies with lots of explosions and no story. He also is attached to music he can feel and likes a good bass line more than anything. Genesis thinks it’s awful, but admits Seph had a point when he made Gen hold his hand against a speaker. 

As he got older Sephiroth learned how to get out of things by pretending his hearing was worse than it was. Sometimes he shuts his hearing aid off entirely and pretends the battery died. Hojo learned about it fast and assures Sephiroth it’s not funny anymore. He’s an adult. 

Seph still thinks it’s hilarious.

An MC musician in one of Zens plays...

Originally posted by lyriumweave

-You arrived early to practice the piano and begin some warmups (Or any other instrument you prefer.)

-Zen walked in not too long after word through the back. He immediatly noticed the tones echoing through the theater halls. 

-He quietly makes his way to the stage to find you playing away at the piano with hot fingers. 

-He stands there for awhile completely in awe of MC’s skills. 

-This makes Zen super excited for the play. 

-Once MC has gone through her warms up and has ran through the entire show at least a few times she stops to take a break. 

-She hears Zen rehearsing in one of the back rooms. 

-MC smiles to herself, she has something planned. 

-MC retrieves a small paper crane from their music folder and quietly walk to Zen’s location. 

-MC can still hear Zen practicing his lines. 

-Zen is completely unaware that MC’s right outside his door. 

-MC slides the crane into the crack of the door and quickly walks away. They can hear their heart pounding in their ears. 

-Zen doesn’t come out of the room until its time to change into his costume. 

-Its only then he notices the paper crane laying on the floor. He picks it up. 

-”Good luck today, I know its going to be great with you in it!.” Signed MC

-His completely flattered. 

-Zen tries to look for you to say thank you for the notes. 

-But MC is no where to be seen. 

-MC is taking a quick potty break.

-He doesn’t see MC again until the show is starting and MC has taken their place at the piano

-Zen sneaks a few glances here and there to see how MC is doing. 

-MC is always so engrossed in their music, Zen finds it beautiful. 

-The play finally comes to an end. 

-Everyone loved the show, especially Zen. 

-While Zen is just so wildly impressed with MC

-He comes up to MC, still in costume and everything. And tells them how great they played tonight and will definitely request their skills for every play. 

-MC can’t help but smile. She really appreciates him. 

-They both can’t wait until the next time they preform together. 

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On this day in music history: July 13, 1993 - “Toni Braxton”, the debut album by Toni Braxton is released. Produced by Babyface, L.A. Reid, Daryl Simmons, Vassal Benford, Bo & McArthur, Toni Braxton, Vincent Herbert,  Ernesto Phillips and Tim & Ted, it is recorded at Studio LaCoCo, Doppler Studios, Bosstown Recording Studios in Atlanta, GA, Elumba Studios in Hollywood, CA, Encore Studios in Burbank, CA, Summa Studios in Los Angeles, CA, Central Studios in Bladensburg, MD and Newark Sound Studios in Newark, NJ from May 1992 - May 1993. Raised in a large strict religious family in the suburbs of Washington D.C., Toni Braxton grows up singing her local church choir, but aspires to sing secular music. Blessed with a distinctive, rich and sensual contralto voice, it won’t take long for the young singer to be noticed. The course of her future changes when she is overheard singing to herself while pumping gas at a station in Servern, MD. Bill Pettaway, Jr., the man who hears Toni singing, is a member of a band called Numarx (“Girl You Know It’s True”) and has ties to the music business. Through Pettaway, Toni and her sisters are signed to Arista in 1989, releasing the single “Good Love” in 1990. The single is a failure, but is heard by L.A. Reid and Babyface who are interested in signing Toni as a solo artist to their Arista distributed label LaFace Records. Initially hesitant to leave her sisters behind, they give her their blessing when they realize this is their older sisters’ opportunity to become successful. L.A. and Babyface first have Toni record “Love Should Have Brought You Home” (#2 R&B, #33 Pop) and “Give U My Heart” (duet with Babyface) (#2 R&B, #29 Pop) for the soundtrack of the Eddie Murphy comedy “Boomrang”. Both songs are major hits, thrusting Braxton into the spotlight and generating buzz for her first solo album. Spending an entire year in the studio with L.A. and Face and a number of other producers, Toni Braxton’s debut album is an immediate smash. Led by the single “Another Sad Love Song” (2 R&B, #7 Pop), it spins off a total of six singles also including “Breathe Again” (#4 R&B, #3 Pop) and “You Mean The World To Me” (#3 R&B, #7 Pop). The huge success of her debut quickly establishes Toni as one of the top female vocalists of the decade, selling over ten million copies worldwide. The album is nominated for four Grammy Awards, winning three including Best New Artist in 1994, and Best R&B Female Vocal Performance in both 1994 and 1995. “Toni Braxton” spends three weeks at number one (non-consecutive) on the Billboard R&B album chart, two weeks at number one (non-consecutive) on the Top 200, and is certified 5x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

In The Spotlight

TITLE: In The Spotlight

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: crazypsycoticfangirlhere

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki taking you to see your favorite artist/band live. You were sceptical of going at first because he never seemed very interested in your music. But when you got there, he was dancing and singing with you the entire performance. When they played your favorite song, he teleported you on the stage.

RATING: PG-13 (Because someone says ‘OMG’)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Warnings: None // Notes: This is my first submitted fic so forgive me for any mistakes I make. Please give me what ever feedback you think is needed both good and bad. I want to improve my work and do better. Thank you all!

You sighed softly with relief looking at the clock. Five o'clock finally arrived. Even though you’d finished working out the bugs in the software Tony had assigned you to patch up for him you had been working on it for almost twenty-four hours and felt more than ready to go to your apartment. You gave it another look over before shutting everything down for the day. Pulling out your iPod you clicked on by Maroon 5. You hummed along as you made your way from the office to the elevators down to the seventh floor to your apartment. When you went to push the numbers in to deactivate the lock Agent Romanoff had stepped beside you waving her hand to get your attention. You pulled out the buds but didn’t pause your music, Animals had started playing through the set.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do the zombie apocalypse au with 17 performance unit please?

vocal unit ver (here)  //  hip hop unit ver (here)
also find vixx (here)  // bts (here)         

Hoshi 

  • before the apocalypse he was just this troublemaker who kept being chased around by the student council for always playing pranks and making jokes and like to be honest no one ever regarded him as being smart, they just thought he was being silly for attention
  • but in reality hoshi’s like a creative genius, like he’s always making things out of scrap metal and a lot of his clothing is like DIY stuff with patched and badges and like probably he’s worn paperclip earrings before because he doesn’t care it looks cool
  • hoshi has like a ton of ear piercings in this au. eyebrow piercing too let’s throw that in there
  • and so when the virus breaks out and everyones scrambling to get their hands on ammo or guns or whatever, hoshi’s like nah let me just dumpster dive for materials to make weapons
  • and like honestly he’s made due with an old broken golf club that he tapped back together and chain locks he got off abandoned bikes and whatever else he can find
  • and you meet him because you’re scavenging the area for weapons of your own and you see these two feet sticking out of a dumpster and you’re like …… is it a zombie? is it a person? what the heck is it
  • and you get just a bit closer and throw like an empty can of soda at the legs and all of a sudden they disappear and boys head pops out and he’s like heY who THREW THAT and you’re like OH you’re a survivor
  • and hoshi looks over at you like “did you throw this at me???” and you’re like yeah i wanted to see if you were a zombie and he’s like when have you seen a zombie fishing around in a dumpster and you shrug like idk man anything can happen
  • and hoshi like jumps out of the dumpster, brushes himself off and picks up his golf club and you’re like what’s that supposed to be and he’s like it’s my weapon and you’re like …………a golf club? and he’s like it’s all i need
  • and tbh you’re like well whatever and you wanna be on your merry way but then you hear something behind you, the familiar sound and you’re like ……… dumpster boy we have a problem
  • and hoshi’s like eXCUSE me my names - and you’re like not important zombies coming 
  • and you think like damn i have to protect this boy now too because what can he do with a golf club
  • but the minute the hoard comes hoshi like runs ahead of you and you’re like WAIT but then he’s like??? mowing zombies down no sweat??? and you’re like oh,,,,,,he’s better than i thought
  • and you run after him and start helping and like 
  • you guys make a good team
  • a good enough team that when you guys are done with every last zombie in the attack hoshi’s like we should do this more often so you guys kinda like stick together for the rest of the time
  • and it’s kinda funny because hoshi tries to get you to use his golf club during fights and you’re like “listen, i feel safer with this pistol” and hoshi’s like LIVE A L I T T L E 
  • at first you’re like hell no im not getting into a dumpster but hoshi convinces you at some point and like it’s not as bad
  • you two smell really bad and are always on the lookout for somewhere to shower which is hard to do in a time of crisis but it’s ok because you smell bad…..together???
  • and hoshi at some point tells you about his past and how he’s used to people calling him dumb and shit like that and you’re like a little guilty because you didn’t think much of him either but now you see that he’s really innovative and actually quite charming what no you didn’t say that
  • and hoshi keeps pestering you about what kind of ~partners~ you’ve had in the past and you’re like hoshi bye and he’s like “you love me the most though??? forget about the past ones~~” and you’re like HOSHI BYE
  • you drop kicked a zombie in front of him once and finally took his golf club to like hit the zombies head off and as you watched it disappear into the sky hoshi was like
  • “hole in one”

Jun 

  • was visiting the country on a vacation and now…..he’s stuck in this mess that he DOES NOT want to be stuck in 
  • literally he was right at the airport, about to board his flight back when they shut everything down and now he’s so mad he could rip his passport in half but he’s ike jUN just….calm down…….
  • and for the most part he decides just staying in the airport for now is ok because it’s on lockdown
  • and you, well you are a part-timer at the juicebar in the airport and tbh you have no clue what’s happening and you’re sitting under the counter, eating some fruits in panic because zombies???what the fRICk???
  • and you’re like just breath it has to be a dream UnTIL you hear someone clear their throat from above you and you’re like ??? who ??? the 
  • and you slowly get up, holding your basket of fruits you used to make juice with, and in front of you is this chic, stylish dude with his briefcase and some sunglasses and you’re like yes??? and he’s like “do you have juice?” and you can hear a bit of an accent and you’re like …….sir……we are in the middle of a lockdown
  • and he takes off his glasses with a sigh and ok he’s kinDA cute not the point but he’s like “so what?? can i have some juice or?”
  • and you’re like “i…..mean………..there’s no electricity so i cant make the blender work……”
  • and the guys like …..oh……good point….valid point……
  • and you guys kinda stand there awkwardly until finally he opens his mouth to say something wHEN screams start coming from everywhere and all you hear is ZOMBIES and you’re like SHIT 
  • and the guys like HIDE QUICK and he jumps over the counter and like pulls you under to where you were before and you guys like squeeze close and you’re like omf dude you’re crushing the bananas im holding and he’s like shh also my names jun not dude
  • and so you guys are cramped together silently praying that the running footsteps you hear are majority people and not zombies
  • and you’re holding your breath and when you look up you’re like wait 
  • and you’re looking right into jun’s eyes and they’re so pretty, like a sparkling brown and your heart flutters a little and you’re like o - oh- 
  • but also like not rigHT NOW WHEN ZOMBIES COULD COME FOR YOU ANY MINUTE 
  • and like you guys stay there for a longtime till you cant hear anything and finally you like get out from under the counter and the whole airport is like empty and jun’s like well….at least the zombies left too
  • and tbh you’re like gonna cry this is too much whats going to happen and jun turns to see the like tears well up and he’s like oh oh god no don’t cry listen it’s gonna be ok listen lisTEn im far from my own home country and im telling you its going to be fine come here
  • and he like pulls you into his arms and you cry into his sleeve and it’s so EMOTIONAL even though you’re strangers basically 
  • but from then on jun like can’t leave you alone and you don’t really wanna leave jun’s side and you guys like make rounds around the airport to make sure no zombies are around
  • and you live off whatever snacks are left throughout the stores in the airport and every now and then zombies will wander through and you and jun search through luggage for anything that can be used as a weapon to defend yourselves
  • and the more you are alone with him the more you learn he’s not some chic snob he’s actually a greasy, easily entertained boy that like looks at himself in the mirror too much
  • but it’s kinda cute he’s like “well my hair is a mess so we know this is serious” and you’re ike omf
  • you offer to like brush it for him once and he gets kind of flustered for the first time but then makes some joke about how you’ve apparently been ‘dying’ to get your hands on him and you’re like HA no thanks
  • but lbr he’s cute and all you can think back to is that moment where he held you close the entire time and ok idk
  • you guys in a big airport giggling to yourself sitting on the counter of a juice bar and jun’s like i miss home and this is scary, but this person is ,,,,,,,so special to me now………
  • corny

the8 & dino 

  • didn’t know the apocalypse was happening because they were getting ready for a dance battle …….against each other 
  • they’re like mortal enemies of the dance battle world or something 
  • each of them always has like headphones on and literally doesn’t listen to what anyone else has to say 
  • all they wanna do is dance basically EVEN When therES ZOMbIES EVERYWHERe
  • but like actually dancing comes pretty in handy because their reactions are really fast and they have good instincts 
  • also can you imagine dino like moonwalking and then punching a zombie in the face 
  • while minghao does some kick flip and throws up the peace sign at the end??
  • but ok so like they’re gonna face off right but when they get to the place no ones there??? and they’re looking @ each other like what’s going on
  • and you, well you’re actually hiding out in the underground studio and at first you just hide and hope these two go away but then they start???
  • playing music??? and??? dancing
  • and you’re like shit it’s too loud the zombies might hear so you like jump out and turn off the music and the8′s like what the hell and you’re like 
  • what in gods name are you two doing in the middle of a zombie virus outbreak
  • and dino looks at you like ??? zombie???
  • and the8′s like are you having a bad nightmare or something??
  • and you’re like ARE YOU TWO BLIND didn’t you see the mobs of people and the news?? and they’re like no we woke up, got ready, listened to music and came here
  • and you like bring your hand up to your face and you’re like
  • you two need to leave and go get weapons to defend yourself-
  • but before you can finish the8′s like can you judge our dance battle?? we need someone to decide the winner
  • and you’re like ?????? what?????Did you not hear me????
  • and dino’s like yEAH zombies but also we need to settle this score so can you help us out
  • and you’re like skdhgkfha WHAT
  • and they’re like hellbent on you picking a winner and you’re like ok ok dance
  • and so they start again and you’re like what am i doing i should be out looking for food but im watching two boys dance battle
  • and like its all ok until you hear a scratching at the door and you’re like gUYS THIS ISNT A JOKE STO P 
  • and they’re like it’s nothing but then
  • the zombies come in and the8′s like oh god what is that
  • and you’re like that’s it. we are all gonna die. because these two wanted to dance battle till the end. i would like to write my will-
  • but before you know it the8′s highkicked the zombie in the neck so hard it’s head rolls off and dino like punches one square in the face and you’re like 
  • wait
  • and before you know it the zombies who’d found you are lying motionless on the floor and you’re like holy shit
  • and minghao and dino are like so where were we. dance battle
  • and so you’re forced to sit through it again and tbh like 
  • you feel safe with them actually now that you’ve seen what they can do so youre not protesting as much
  • but when it’s over you’re like 
  • hmmmm i don’t know 
  • and they’re like you HAVE TO ChoOSE
  • so let’s say you choose the8 and the8 is like of course i knew it and dino’s like sticking his tongue out at him 
  • and the8 goes over and he’s like “im glad you recognize real talent when you see it, you should stick by my side through this” and dino’s like gross hyung don’t be romantic
  • and the8′s like ??? romantic??? and you’re like ahdgdlakshfn 
  • and idk you like take him up on the offer and you guys break off from dino who’s still salty over the loss and the8’s quite an efficient fighter and really crafty so you guys like 
  • wander but he’s always there to protect you and somehow (you don’t know how) he manages to keep his ipod charged you’re like how he’s like solar energy you’re like please explain and he just smiles
  • and it’s that soft, angelic smile and youre like you know what dont question it and you guys do well together sometimes you catch the8 still practicing his dancing when he should be sleeping and you’re like its cute that he doesnt lose his passion
  • the8 jokingly asking if you really chose him as the winner because of dancing our because you think he’s cute and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and he’s like hehe oh my maybe i need to battle dino again since you’re so biased and you’re like shUT it,,,,
  • BUT if you chose dino, who like celebrates by doing some groovy dance and the8 rolls his eyes and is like whatever im out of here before disappearing out the door
  • and dino’s like “he’s being such a sore loser!!” and you’re like ?? so are you going to like go and take this situation seriously now and dino shrugs like i guess
  • but then he comes up really close to you and is like “wanna come with me????”
  • and you have no better place to be so you agree
  • and dino’s cute he like is really energetic and keeps you positive in a time of like chaos
  • he like gets along with all the kid survivors you meet 
  • and he keeps insisting that he teach you some dance moves on your off time but you’re like dino we cant play music the zombies 
  • and he pulls you up by the wrist and is like we DOnt need the music, the music is insIDE of us
  • and you’re like that’s cheesy but dino’s already spinning you
  • and moments like these make this whole thing so much brighter
  • but when zombies come around dino’s no joke, he protects you within an inch of his life
  • and idk it’s cute you two are like so cheerful and full of fun while everything else is so dreary and horrible and people see you and are reminded that there’s you know still hope ^^ 
  • dino getting flustered whenever you mention that his fighting style reminds you of dancing because what no,,,,,,,really???? 

Six years ago today my cousin played a song that would impact my life in a way I couldn’t even imagine. We sat in his car and he played ‘Hold it In’ by a band that I couldn’t remember the name of.

Little did I know that that band would play a huge roll in my college years and has continued to impact adulthood.

Jukebox the Ghost landmarked my first college concert. Their lyrics were woven into the fabric of my wedding vows. Our wedding invitations ended up in the band’s hands and despite them not being able to attended, our guests were able to hear one of their songs, Good Day to be specific. Kaitlyn and I used their music in our pre-ceremony playlist and used Good Day as the first song people heard when we were introduced as Mr. and Mrs.

I saw them every year of college and three of those occasions I was able to see them with my wife.

Tommy, Ben, and Jesse have taken time to talk and sign everything I handed them. They not only are incredibly talented, they are genuine and kind.

When I need to be motivated or need a perfect 'get stuff done’ music, I put on Jukebox.

I got this tattoo a couple weeks ago but refrained from sharing until a special day, today seemed fitting.

Music in general is such an important thing to me that I want it to physically be a part of me. I have some Aerosmith lyrics tattooed as well, and I plan on getting some more music tattoos in the future.

If you haven’t listened to JtG, I highly recommend you do.

Thank you for the memories Jukebox, here’s to many more with you guys as a part.

the signs as sia songs

(pt. 1 THIS IS ACTING edition)

Aries: Alive // I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go // Where the wind don’t change // And nothing in the ground can ever grow // No hope, just lies // And you’re taught to cry into your pillow // But I survived

Taurus: House on Fire // So take me to the heavens now // As we burn down, as we are found // Take me to the heavens now // My heart screams out

Gemini: One Million Bullets // Under the moonlight, under your moonlit gaze // I know that I’d take one million bullets babe // Yeah, one million bullets could come my way // I want you to know that I’d take a million babe

Cancer: Broken Glass // I’m not discarding you like broken glass // There are no winners when the die is cast // There’s only tears when it’s the final chance // So don’t give up, it’s just young lovers’ romance // So don’t give up, it’s just young lovers’ romance

Leo: Move Your Body // Your body’s poetry, speak to me // Won’t you let me be your rhythm tonight? // Move your body, move your body // I wanna be your muse, don’t refuse // And let me be your rhythm tonight // Move your body, move your body

Virgo: Footprints // Lord knows you can’t trust your head // When you’re standing on the edge // Of breaking down // Lord knows you can’t trust your head // When you’re hanging by a thread // I was breaking down

Libra: Unstoppable // I’m unstoppable // I’m a Porsche with no brakes // I’m invincible // Yeah, I win every single game // I’m so powerful // I don’t need batteries to play // I’m so confident // I’m unstoppable today // Unstoppable today // I’m unstoppable today

Scorpio: Cheap Thrills // Baby I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills!) // Baby I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills!) // But I don’t need no money // As long as I can feel the beat // I don’t need no money // As long as I keep dancing

Sagittarius: Bird Set Free // And I don’t care if I sing off-key // I find myself in my melodies // I sing for love, I sing for me // I shout it out like a bird set free

Capricorn: Sweet Design // My peach juicy soft and so delicious // My seat is here to bring your wicked wishes // True love, come on, baby turn it up // My curves are ready ain’t you heard enough

Aquarius: Space Between // Fill the void in our bed // The space between is deafening // Oh, we don’t bend, we’re breaking // The space between is deafening // The space between is deafening

Pisces: Reaper // So come back when I’m good and old // I got drinks to drink, and men to hold // I got good things to do with my life, yeah // Oh, I wanna dance in the open breeze // Feel the wind in my hair, hear the ocean sing // I got good things to feel in my life, yeah

anonymous asked:

whenever we touch im so nervous and i cant keep my magic in check and i slip up so whenever ur hand brushes mine for a brief moment you see spirits/ghosts or light bulb bursts or door slams open and i’m so sorry cause now you think i’m haunted or something; exr? :D

(I meant to get more ficlets written today but then I fell into a black hole of John Oliver monologues. There are worse reasons to be unproductive, I suppose.)

Enjolras thinks he’s going to have time to figure out his feelings for Grantaire, after he realizes that he loves him.

Enjolras isn’t counting on his magic.

“What the hell was that?” Grantaire asks, alarmed, springing away from where he was leaning over Enjolras’s shoulder to look around to see what made the lights flicker.

“I have no idea,” says Enjolras, and ignores the way Combeferre, across the table, sighs.

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