so i uploaded half of this the other day on accident

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summary: notorious bad boy, dong sicheng, was never one for attachment. well, not until he met you.
surprisingly, there was more that met the eye of the reckless bad boy—something outrageously… pure.

pairing: “bad boy”!sicheng & reader insert || university!AU

includes: humour for the peek; fluff & smut when the whole thing is out

wc: 2.3k for this preview :)

note: Due to my lack of uploads lately i have decided to upload a preview of my (most likely to be) next fic! The estimated word count for this seems like it will be around 15k, but who am i to judge my own word counts at this point ;;
anyway, this will probably be out in a week and a half or two—ill do my best to finish this sooner! I hope you enjoy what i have of it so far :) Sorry it doesnt reveal too much! ^~^

Dong Sicheng had a tarnished reputation that was effortless for him to maintain.

Sicheng wreaked havoc day by day, practically stirring an immature calamity on university campus. He carried a storm wherever he went, his footsteps equivalent to a roll of thunder. From his sour persona to the sharp way he talked; his words were bullets to those he aimed them to. Yet, girls flocked around him mindlessly and praised him like none other, falling for his recklessness without a care. On campus, students were either irked, found his personality rebarbative, or completely in love with the idea of him.

Sicheng was stellar in his own way, a star in the worst way possible that managed to outshine the rest. Men had ached to be him while girls craved to spend a night with him—just one, enough to see what he truly, dutifully packed. But that was where Sicheng would expeditiously draw the line, austere and grim, and leave them. Like rain battering down on a scorching pavement, his trace disappeared within seconds.

It was not because the spark of attraction towards the girl was absent, nor was it because he wanted to bring all of them to the edge only to leave them hanging, adding each to the list of rejected individuals. It was due to something else—something borderline shameful to his existence and reputation.

And it was because not a single soul knew that Dong Sicheng, notorious bad boy and ruthless heartbreaker, was a virgin.

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Not so good at hiding - Jongin Scenario

Written for: @gobble-gobble-jongin

Summary: After a brutal break-up, Jongin realizes he may never see the girl he loves again.

Originally posted by luderella

Living with Jongin was easy. Actually I think it’s always easy when you love someone. I thought it would be like that forever. Me and Jongin - an international idol. Forever hiding from the outside world in our little apartment, being happy with each other’s presence. It was always enough and I wanted to stay like that forever. 

I didn’t care that he couldn’t take me out dates where people could see. I didn’t care that he almost never had time to spend with me. Those few hours together were always enough for us. I thought nothing could go wrong, because the biggest of our problems had always been the outsiders. We didn’t fight because we didn’t have problems with each other. What I didn’t know was that life always finds a way to surprise you, to make something you thought was impossible happen.

It was just a regular day. I got off late from work, thinking that Jongin would be busy with his rehearsals for an upcoming comeback. But when I exited my office, I saw a familiar black car parked in front of the building. The windows were blurred, but I couldn’t miss it. It was a car I sneaked into almost every day.

A smile spread on my face as I hurried to him. I had barely jumped in his car when his arms hugged me tight. He was holding me as if it was the last time he would ever see me. As always.

“What are you doing here?! Why didn’t you text me you were coming I would finish earlier.” I told him, when he finally released me.

“You know I love surprises.” He smiled. “Now let’s go home, I’m so hungry!”

“You’re always hungry.” I laughed.

“And you’re always ready to feed me, that’s why I love you.” I chuckled at his response and kissed his cheek, as he turned on the engine and drove to our apartment.

We quickly ran to the building as always, trying not to draw too much attention. It had already started raining and we got completely wet, even though we didn’t have to walk much. 

In no time, we were already in our small home, laughing at our own misery, but I thought it was still the best moments of our life. If Jongin was ready to hide, it meant that I was important to him. Just like this relationship.

“I made dinner, come on!” I laughed at him and messed his wet hair.

“No, no, no! First a shower or we’re going to catch a cold!” he said and dragged me to the bathroom.

“Since when are you so thoughtful Kim Jongin?” I asked with suspicious eyes.

“I just want to see you in shower, don’t get wrong thoughts.” he laughed as I smacked his head, but we were still warming up under the hot water in less than two minutes.

“Little drops stay on your eyelashes, it’s so cute!” he beamed and wrapped his arms around me.

“You think everything’s cute!” I laughed as I hugged his body closer to mine.

“Because I love you.” he said and hid his face in my neck. I smiled to myself, because I couldn’t think of anything I had done in my life to deserve him. To deserve this puppy of a boy who could be happy because of some water drops.

“But seriously, I really, really, really love you, you know that right?” he asked as he pulled away and turned off the water. He was looking at me with such unbearably adorable eyes that I wouldn’t say anything else than a big positive “Yes”

I quickly jumped out of the shower, before he could get any more ideas and threw a big fluffy towel around my body. I ignored his groans as I entered our bedroom to change into some shorts and Jongin’s T-shirt. He followed me pulling on some underwear and comfortable looking sweatpants. I made a mental note to try those pants out once. Maybe they would go to the collection of clothes Jongin would never get wear again, because they looked better on me.

“Are you ready for dinner?” I asked him.

“As always.” he laughed and followed me to the kitchen, still lacking a shirt.

I was about to open the fridge, when we heard the doorbell ring. We exchanged glances, neither of us expecting any visitors as I shrugged and went to get the door. It was probably one of his members, so I didn’t mind to check, before opening. I was sure Jongin was still in the kitchen.

I was shocked to see a teenage girl standing on the other side. I was about to ask who she was, when her eyes widened as she looked behind me. Suddenly she took out a phone and took a picture in the speed of light. I couldn’t even realize what had happened before she was running away and disappearing into the hall. I turned back and faced Jongin who was frozen in place, still not wearing a shirt. His eyes had anger, panic and confusion mixed in them as he shouted. “Close the door, now!”

“Wha-what happened, Jongin?” I asked as he paced around the room.

“You don’t know what happened do you? I saw her when you got in my car at your office building, she must have seen me and followed us here.” he hadn’t looked at me once, while talking.

“She-she took a picture of us, didn’t she?” I said also avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N, stop acting like you have no idea what just happened!” he yelled suddenly. Never in my life had I heard him raise his voice.

“Why are you screaming at me? Did I ask her to come and take a photo of us?”

“It’s because you didn’t close the car door in time, Y/N! What am I going to do now, huh? She’s going to upload that photo to every single website she has access to!” 

“Jongin, just relax and sit down for a minute, I can’t look at you like this!” I also raised my voice, because he was being unreasonable. I was also in that photo. Everyone would know it was me with Jongin.

“How can you stand there and tell me to relax? Y/N, she even knows where we live do you even understand what has happened? What am I going to do now?” he was already getting on my nerves.

“Jongin, you making it sound like you don’t want people to know you’re in a relationship with me. Is it about me, or about your career, I can’t understand anymore.” my words made him stop as he looked at me dead in the eye.

“You’re happy aren’t you?” he asked.


“You’re happy that you won’t have to hide anymore. You wanted people to know you’re dating famous Kai didn’t you?!” his eyes were angry.

“What the heck are you talking about, Kai?” I said his stage name with a sneer. “Don’t make me doubt this relationship, because of a stupid photo!”

“A stupid photo?! That stupid photo is going to be the end of my life!” he yelled again.

“Well, I’m glad to know that people realizing who you really love is the end of your life! Or do you love me, Kai?”

“Since when do you call me Kai”

“Since you’re not acting like a Jongin I fell in love with.” 

“Maybe you fell in love with the wrong person.”

“Maybe I don’t feel that anymore so that’s okay.” I said without thinking.

“Then what are you doing here? Why are you still talking to me. If I don’t mean anything to you, just go! Is that what you want?”

“I want nothing more than to go and never return right now!”

“Then what are you waiting for? Go and look forward to seeing your face on the blogs tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll be happy then!”

“I don’t care about your words anymore, Jongin. But you’re doing a great job, right now! I’m going to protect you forever or what did you promise? You’re telling me to go away even though a crazy sasaeng is probably waiting at the entrance of this building. Goodbye, Jongin, I’m sure you’ll make up a great lie about why you were with me half naked. Or maybe it won’t be a lie, because it definitely wasn’t because you love me.” I said as i stormed off. I didn’t know where I was going, but I ran and ran as the tears started streaming down my face. I regretted almost everything I had said there, but I wasn’t going to return. I wasn’t going to return just to have him scream and blame me for everything. I was thinking of how perfect our lives had been just an hour ago as the bright light blinded me.

I realized that I was still running. I hadn’t stopped since I left our house but now I was too slow. I wouldn’t be able to outrun it and the car was driving to fast to stop. I knew what it meant. “Jongin…” Was the only word that came after me after the crash.

“Miss Y/N, here’s your lunch.” a young nurse walked in my room. It was my fourth day in this hospital and I couldn’t endure it anymore. The nurse was always very kind and gentle with me. She completely understood, why I didn’t want to inform anyone about my accident. 

You’re lucky that you’re alive, the doctors always said. People told me that coming out of this accident only with a broken arm is a definite luck. 

“You know you can go home today, right? The doctor will check on you once more and then you can leave in the evening.” she said as she set the tray on my thighs. 

“Yes, I know, I can’t wait to go home.” I said and picked up the spoon to enjoy my soup.

“Y/N, are you sure you’ll be okay alone? Don’t you want someone to pick you up?” she said with a worried look on her face. I thought for a second before answering. Maybe I should have called Jongin.

“No, I’ll be fine.” I said and smiled at her, even though I knew she was right. I needed Jongin’s help.

“Okay then, the doctor will come in twenty minutes so finish your lunch. Good luck, Y/N.” she said finally and left my room.

After I exchanged my last goodbyes with my doctor, I walked outside for the first time in four days. It was raining. The fresh air and cold raindrops on my face were somehow new to me and suddenly memories from the night the accident happened washed over me. Inside the hospital, I spent most of my time talking to my doctors, worrying about my broken hand and sleeping. I couldn’t afford to think about the reason I had to be in that overly white place in the first place.

But now, when I returned to the life that still existed outside of those white walls, the feelings came back. I remembered that horrible night. I remembered the words I had exchanged with the person I love with all my heart. 

I wanted to go home, but then I realized - I wasn’t wanted there anymore. Or so he had said. 

I was getting completely soaked and I tried to keep my broken arm from the rain. I was tired and I wanted to be safe and dry, under my roof, covered in blankets with his warm arms holding me tight.

I checked my phone, which now had a few cracks on the screen, to see that it was 8:30 pm. It was Monday and Jongin should have still be in SM, practicing, so the house should have been empty. I stopped a taxi and told the driver the address to our apartment. I was still thinking of what to do. What to do if Jongin was still home. Where to go if he wasn’t. Would he care where I would continue living? 

When the driver stopped the car, I paid him and ran to the building. Getting more wet, just like the last time I went here. I quickly ran up the stairs and stopped in front of our front door. 

If Jongin was inside, then he could definitely hear my deep breaths. My heart started pounding hard, as I opened the door slowly, only to see the darkness. I was alone and I didn’t know if that left me relieved or depressed.

I walked inside and carefully turned the lights on. 

The sight was definitely what I hadn’t expected.

The couch was lying upside down as if someone had thrown it in anger. The pieces of furniture were scattered on the floor broken in pieces. The curtains were ripped apart. Our small, cozy living room looked like a crime scene. 

I walked around the room, picking up shattered vases, decorations and souvenirs that I had bought together with Jongin. Every single one of them had meant something through our life and now everything was gone. Those symbols were broken just like our relationship.

I was crouching on the floor, when I saw few photo frames on my left. Our pictures. Our memories from our happy past. The broken pieces of glass were painted with blood. Jongin’s blood. Where was he? What had he done after I left? 

I walked around the room for some more as tears started filling my eyes. All I wanted to do was to get some money and clothes to go away from him, because he wanted me gone. But seeing the mess Jongin had made, made it hard for me to breathe, so I walked to the balcony, slowly opening the door and breathing in the fresh air. It had started to rain even harder.

“Who are you and why are you walking around my house.” A quiet voice startled me. I looked to my right and saw him. 

Jongin was sitting on the floor. Actually I can’t say that he was sitting, because it takes some energy to sit. He looked as if all life was sucked out of him. His head was leaning on the wall and he didn’t even look up to check who was standing next to him. The rain was pouring onto him and he didn’t even twitch once. One of his hands was clutching his heart, as the other one lay on the floor lifelessly. 

“You knew someone was walking in your house and you didn’t even check who it was?” I said with all the energy that I had. “What if I was a killer?” 

His eyes seemed in pain for a minute when he heard my voice. I walked out on the balcony and felt cold raindrops falling on me. 

“So what?” he asked and I noticed that he was holding something in the hand which was clutching his heart. 

The sight of him made me sad. It made me want to hold him tight and tell him everything’s alright, but nothing was. Nothing was alright with us.

“How long have you been sitting here?” I asked quietly.

“How long have you been gone?” 

“You wanted me to go.”

“You wanted to go.” he said. He hadn’t looked up as his eyes stared into nothing.

“What did you do to the house?” I ignored his question.

“It’s not like you want to live here anymore.” he said and I could feel tears in his strained voice.

“Stop making decisions for me.”

“I’m not. You decided when you ignored me for days.”

“If you only looked up, you’d see the reason for that.” I told him. 

He slowly turned his head toward me as his eyes laid on my broken arm. Shock and panic set on his face,

“Wh-what happened?” 

“A car crashed into me when I ran away. I had been in the hospital since so I’m sorry if I didn’t call you.”

To my surprise, he curled up into a smaller ball, his knees up to his chest. His hold on something he was clutching at his heart, became tighter as his body started shaking slightly. He was sobbing.

“Okay, that’s enough.” I said and crouched in front of him. “Get up, or you’re going to die here.” I held his arms and tried to get him to stand, but he had no strength. “Jongin, help me! I can’t carry you inside, my hand still hurts you know.” As I said these words, some sort of light appeared in his eyes and he straightened up. I supported him with my hand that wasn’t plastered and we returned to the living room. He immediately fell in an armchair nearby and I crouched in front of him. His hold loosened and something fell out of his hand. He had been clutching our photo all along. It was smeared with his blood, because he’d probably cut his hands when he picked it up from the broken glass.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I asked a little too loudly. His eyes darted to meet mine, but soon went back to stare into space.

“Why would you care?” he asked back in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“Why would I care that you are basically killing yourself? Or are you talking about destroying our house? I mean why would I care about that right?” 

“You don’t care about me.” he said suddenly. “You made it clear days ago when you said those mean words and ran away. And then you didn’t even bother to let me know that you almost died! Does that seem like a person who cares?” his eyes were boring into mine now and it was hard to keep his gaze.

“May I remind you, that you practically screamed at me because a sasaeng found our house?” I couldn’t keep my emotions in. He had started all of this. “You know what Jongin? I was scared! I was actually scared of you! Of course I didn’t call you from the hospital after everything you said. You don’t get to blame me for anything because it’s your fault that our relationship is shattered to pieces.” I said at last ,stood up and hurried to the door. “I almost died and all you’re doing is complaining about how I didn’t call. If that’s what you call caring, then I really have to go.” 

I opened the door and stepped outside when he suddenly yelled and stopped me.

“Don’t do that again!” 

“What?” I turned around.

“Why are you leaving me again?” tears were rolling down his face now.


“No!” he cut me off. “You left once and look what happened. Your hand is broken and I’m basically dying because I haven’t eaten in days. Why are you leaving, why can’t you just stay with me?!”

I looked down at my feet, because it was hard to see him like this - broken.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I asked finally.

“Because I don’t want anything if your not here. I don’t want this house, I’d rather sleep in the streets! I don’t even want to eat. I don’t want to live without you, so why are you leaving me?!” He was crying hard now and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. “Please come here. Please. I’m going to die if you leave now.”

I did the only thing that was possible for me to do. 

I ran to him. I ran into his arms and they were as open for me as always. I was stupid for thinking that his feeling for me had changed. Our love was as still as strong as ever. 

I gently sat in between his thighs and threw my legs on my left, over the armchair. He was soaked wet but I didn’t care. My healthy hand cupped his face, as his own arms found their familiar way around my waist and held me closer to him. I started leaving small kisses on his face, as if filling him with energy he lacked so much.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” he chanted and it seemed like he would never get tired of saying it. 

“I know Jongin. I know.” I said in his ear.

“No, you don’t”

“I would have gone already if I didn’t know.” 

“Do you love me?” he asked suddenly. “Can you still love me again after everything that I’ve done?” his eyes were filled with panic.

“I never ever stopped loving you, Jongin. I don’t think I’m planning to anytime soon.” I spoke to him and leaned my head against his once steady chest. “You need to understand why I didn’t call.”

“Thank you for not calling. I would have died right there and then if they told me that this happened to you because of me. I’ll take care of you so hard that you’ll get sick of me.” he said and kissed the top of my head.

“You won’t be able to do that in this state. I feel like dying when I see you like this.” I confessed.

“Then you’ll take care of me too. Let’s just protect each other, okay?”

“Let’s do that.” I said and snuggled deeper into his chest as if I would die without its’ warmth. 


Hope you enjoyed!! 


100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester

Dan’s appreciation post

I’d like 2017 to be the year we really show our appreciation, and honestly there are so many reasons to love him and who said showing a little extra love and appreciation would be a bad thing? So I present to you, 100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester a.k.a. @amazingphil! Don’t hesitate to add to the list!

  1. His name is literally my aesthetic, as is everything about him!
  2. He is British and can do more than one British accent (Surrey and Northern, specifically. Yes, Britain has loads of different accents.)
  3. As a certain someone once said, his eyes are so beautiful “you could go swimming in them”…
  4. …however according to said person, they are also “green, blue and yellow”.
  5. He looks equally handsome with black, dark blue and ginger/brownish hair.
  6. His name means ‘lover of horses’, yet in typical Phil-fashion he happens to have a fear of horses instead.
  7. Most of the time looks like the softest angel bean…
  8. …however the rest of the time he is devilishly handsome and makes ovaries explode (sorry about the last bit, it had to be said).
  9. His laugh is better than the sweetest symphony…
  10. …and his smile is brighter than the sun.
  11. Those cheekbones… I can’t even…
  12. He loves anime and is a massive weeaboo *falls even more in love*.
  13. He always knows what to say to brighten up anyone’s day.
  14. He is the sweetest, most charming, most charismatic person I could ever hope to meet.
  15. He loves animals and dogs, which makes him an even better person (which I didn’t think was possible).
  16. He’s really fucking intelligent…
  17. …and he doesn’t need two university degrees to prove it (although he has those as well)…
  18. …not to mention he’s pretty damn wise, with some of the best philosophies I’ve ever heard (PHILosophies! Ha, ha… I’ll let myself out).
  19. He actually makes an effort, and a huge one at that, to engage with his audience, unlike many YouTubers out there.
  20. He has common sense. Might not sound like a good reason, but honestly, I’ve learned the hard way that many people out there have no fucking clue about anything in life so I’ve come to appreciate those who do a hell of a lot more.
  21. His compassion, love and care meters are somewhere around the ∞ level.
  22. He has a great sense of humour, and that’s not as easy to come by as it might sound.
  23. He’s been doing YouTube for over a decade now! He’s literally a dinosaur, but an immortal dinosaur.
  24. Y’all, I’m starting to wonder if he’s a vampire. Perfect pale skin, hella fine teeth and he literally hasn’t aged.
  25. He’s unapologetic in his quirkiness.
  26. ‘Self-confidence’ is his middle name.
  27. His origin story… oh my god. A fucking cereal box? Why haven’t Marvel or DC requested permission to release Phil Striker merch, comics and movies?!
  28. He’s too damn patient and I love it so much it almost annoys me.
  29. He’s always willing to listen to others, which is a skill may people never learn and suffer for it.
  30. Y’all know that his best friend is the memelord, Daniel James Howell.
  31. They’re polar opposites but at the same time they couldn’t be more alike.
  32. They’ve done so much together, I can’t even right now…
  33. Like, can you say that you’ve made a game with your BFFL?
  34. Can you say that the two of you have released a chart-topping single (The Internet Is Here)?
  35. That you’ve written two books together that are full of all-round goodness?
  36. Done a BBC Radio 1 show together?
  37. Made a mobile game together?
  38. Written a script for a full-scale, high-budget stage show together?
  39. Taken that stage show around the world and met so many of your fans together?
  40. Made said stage show into two movies together?
  41. Didn’t think so. There are tons more, but I don’t wanna be here a month later still writing them and miss out on their uploads, so let’s all agree that they’ve done so many things throughout their history.
  42. They got PewDiePie himself calling them YouTube’s Power Duo. That’s like being fucking knighted by the king or queen!
  43. People say that a friendship that can last seven years can last a lifetime. Guess how long they’ve been friends? SEVEN YEARS, five of which they’ve been living together!
  44. I mean, literally every justgirlythings post about friendship can apply to them. #friendshipgoals
  45. He’s a giant. He’s 6 feet tall. No explanation needed.
  46. He looks hot with and without glasses…
  47. …well, he looks hot all the time and it’s not fair.
  48. He’s always made an effort to keep things friendly for people of all backgrounds and ages…
  49. …yet he still remains true to who he is and what he makes.
  50. Clickbait on his channel? Nuh-uh, bitch.
  51. I’ve just realised that he made me swear more in this one than in the one I wrote for Dan, which is kind of ironic but it makes me love him even more so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  52. ‘Sell-out?’ Who is she, I don’t know her.
  53. He really appreciates us and everyone around him. I’m love.
  54. He’s won awards, including his own one at the first BONCAs, Creator of the Year.
  55. His acceptance speech was really inspiring and also remained classically ‘him’.
  56. “I’ve spent the majority of 2016 with another person, Dan Howell… so I think it’s only fair that he comes up here and shares this award with me.”
  57. “What would happen if we did go further apart?” “I think the universe would rip in half, let’s not try that.”
  58. My point? If Phil isn’t selfless then selfless doesn’t exist.
  59. His accidental and not-so-accidental (because come on, not all of them can be accidents) innuendos.
  60. He’s inspired art and creativity in people who otherwise would have no way to express it.
  61. He’s inspired people to keep on going and persevering with life, and in doing so has saved millions of lives…
  62. …not to mention he’s done it in a new and different way to what would normally be expected of life-savers (making videos)…
  63. …so you heard it here guys: he is officially a pioneer AND a hero.
  64. His voice is really relaxing to listen to.
  65. He is an innocent angel who must be protected…
  66. …but we all know that secretly he is a dirty-minded, flirtatious lil’ devil.
  67. Charities must love him because boy, has he given them a lot of money.
  68. He is an extremely hard-worker and he doesn’t procrastinate (not to say procrastination’s a bad thing, but as someone who does it constantly I can tell you it’s not fun).
  69. He’s loads of fun at parties, from what we can tell. Who doesn’t love a party animal?
  70. He directly avoids drama. God bless him (because God sure as hell ain’t blessing me).
  71. He has never said a harsh word to or harmed anyone or anything in any way.
  72. Bless his gentle soul in general.
  73. He’s loyal and honest - loyalty and honesty are something we need more of.
  74. Arrogance? Never heard of her.
  75. He’s not afraid to admit to his mistakes and imperfections (I mean I think he’s as close to perfect as you can get, but his willingness to show his faults makes him even better).
  76. He is talented, people. Want me to spell it out? T-A-L-E-N-T-E-D.
  77. His sympathy and kindness levels are… actually, I was gonna say through the roof, but I’m looking now and not even aeroplanes can see them, they’re so high.
  78. Why am I so sassy in this post when it’s Phil, not Dan, we’re talking about? Eh, I’ll take it, and I love it too.
  79. Come to think of it, he can actually be pretty sassy when he wants to be.
  80. He’s seen and learned so much over the years, all of which he’s been willing to share with us and teach us.
  81. He’s also been through a lot, y’know. His best friend from university died, yet he remains happy and optimistic because he knows his friend would want him to be.
  82. The above point is the literal definition of ‘courage’, which is him in a nutshell.
  83. Actually you can’t fit him into a nutshell because he’s so complex and infinite.
  84. I can never decide whether he’s the sun (bright; giving and inspiring life)…
  85. …or the moon (mysterious; always watching over the world) but either works, I guess.
  86. He’s so accepting of diversity and variety, it’s amazing (puns for days).
  87. “You know what I say? You should never make fun of something a person can’t change about himself”…
  88. …but what makes it funny is that he goes on to make fun of Dan for having deep dimples, which is something he can’t change about himself (something Dan points out).
  89. Honestly the banter and domestic moments between him and his buddy are just really cute, so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  90. He deserves so much, you cannot comprehend it, but he never asks us or anyone else for anything.
  91. He is really trusting of those around him, and in turn he is really trustworthy.
  92. He’s literally psychic:
  93. …”Some guy is gonna come into my life, an energetic warrior. He has a hasty personality and is really quick to love or hate.”
  94. …”I wish for pandas to mate and increase in population.” “My panda wish came true!”
  95. Bonus points for making his wish be saving the pandas. You can’t not love him for that.
  96. He’s grown really thick thicc (metaphorical) skin and is as immune to negativity as you can get.
  97. His music taste is… *nodding* yes.
  98. Nerd galore, people! I love it!
  99. His moral compass is on point (geddit?).
  100. He is the purest man alive and he has done so much for me personally and many others out there. Thank you for existing, Phil, and always remain true to yourself, as you have taught us to do.
  101. Come on, 100 reasons is not nearly enough. There are an infinite number of reasons to love him, but everything has a start or beginning.
Dear fellow BABYs,

can we please stop with all the passive aggressive comments towards TS and all the hate we give them?

Yes, they did wrong. Yes, they used to treat B.A.P bad and overwork them. And yes, their management skill most of the time is mediocre, to say the least.

However, please keep in mind that we have no justification to think TS is still as bad as they once were. Do the boys look unhappy, enslaved and overworked to you? Of course they will be tired after a long schedule of flying back and forth for concerts, and certainly, the schedule of the last world tour was insane, but don’t forget how much planning and exterior influences are involved in such a thing. Renting the halls, getting flights that fit, the hotels, other events and appointments… sometimes it’s not ’Let’s make 5 concerts over 7 days just because we want to kill our moneymakers’ but rather a ’we have no other choice if we want to visit those locations, is everyone content with this decision?’. I could come up with even more examples for this - most recently the teaser-situation. If you look into it, most of the time (in recent comebacks) it took at least 10 days for more info to come. Nobody knows if the boys’ uploads of predebut and debut-stuff is part of the teasers (personally I highly think so) and we also don’t know if their shooting schedule got screwed up or if a mishap occured. I remember the time when SNSDs Mister Mister was set to come out but it had to be delayed because most of the footage of the MV-Shooting was accidently deleted/corrupted… We as fans never know what happens behind the scenes and companys and idols try to conceal such faux pas for the simple reason that it’s bad publicity and simply embarrassing. Especially when they haven’t put out a set date for the comeback yet and can just push it back a week without indepth explanation.
Let’s just not start any dispute about ’how bad TS manages things’ and focus on supporting our boys, regardless of whether their comeback is in the next like 8 days or not until the start of september.

Also… do you people actually think that B.A.P would have gone back to TS if they only got a half-assed apology with a vague promise to change the situation? I can’t be the only one who thinks they wouldn’t have, even if it meant for them to further halt their activities and find a solution in the form of a new, maybe even shittier company.  
Let’s just trust our boys that they made the decision to go back to TS while being perfectly content with the agreement they made with their company. Them staying at TS after all the shit they got means A LOT. And they seem genuinely happier, have more freedom (see especially Junhong and his nearly daily livestreams and Yongguk bringing out his own Song kinda detached from TS.) and, most importantly, more freetime. The fact that they handled Yongguks therapy for his panic disorder so well also speaks a lot for how the company tries to treat them properly now. I’m pretty sure previous to the lawsuit, they would have made Yongguk promote anyway.

Of course you are all still entitled to your personal opinion and you are still free to shit on TS as much as you like, I’m just asking you to overthink your stance and maybe try to be a little less judgemental and a bit more positive, especially as long as we have no proof that our boys get treated badly again. After all it’s not helping our boys if we don’t trust their decision and their company and only spread negativity and might influence other fandoms to think badly about B.A.P and TS :/ They get enough shit already for staying with TS, we don’t have to give other people further reason to judge our boys on a non musical-basis and henceforth hate on them despite putting out good music and working hard.

So… yeah. That’s all I have to say.
Please be assured that with all that I don’t want to say that TS is perfect. They surely aren’t and they still make a buttload of mistakes and could do better in certain, if not all aspects

Please, everyone, stay positive and support B.A.P with all your heart even if it means to tolerate TS and their mediocre management skills. Although I can’t force you, I’m asking you to maybe refrain from posting too much negativity in the tags (at least while we know of an upcoming comeback until they promote and especially if it’s only because we wait for teasers…), since it’s putting people down. We don’t want anyone to stop supporting B.A.P just because they got disheartened by some comments and the pure idea of TS giving up on them, don’t we? :)

An Awful Miscalculation

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Pairing: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki

Summary: With every move, the desperation in Yuuri began to heighten. His bladder jostled, and to minimise the overwhelming temptation of it to just let go, he skated with his thighs as close and tightly pressed as they could be. He hoped, Victor wouldn’t notice his slight stiffness.
Things were fine, or as fine as someone skating with a very full bladder and being unable to hold themselves could be, until they approached that part.
Oh god.
I forgot I need to be picked up by Victor.

Warning: This fic contains omorashi. If you don’t know or like that kind of content, this isn’t for you. My work is tame in the omo aspect but still something. Can’t say I didn’t warn you if you do decide to read.

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Sing more covers he said. So I did.

“Oh look, Jeongguk posted a new cover. He’s really good, huh?” Bogum told Tae as they deplaned from Jeju. Taehyung looked at him, confused, as Jeongguk has not mentioned anything about a cover before he left.

“What cover?”

Bogum showed him a video posted in the BTS YouTube Channel, the usual black screen with just Jeongguk’s vocals. A melodic ballad tune played and after a few bars, that signature voice came in.

Why can’t you hold me in the street
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor
I wish that we could be like that
‘cause I’ m yours

Taehyung scrolled the video to look at the title just to be sure but the first lines are a dead giveaway anyway.


Secret Love Song by the Little Mix was a song they both chanced upon by accident. They heard a Korean cover of the song uploaded a few months back and Taehyung swore it was stuck in his head for quite a while. The song is bittersweet and catchy but most of all, it’s a sort of anthem for Taehyung and Jeongguk’s current life.

A secret love affair of stolen kisses, hidden intertwined hands, smitten glances, all mostly done in borrowed time.

Fans are quick to realize, fast on the uptake in every fancam video of them whispering, holding hands, getting lost in the small intimate world that they created that the management reminded them to be careful. They even resorted to directing them to stay away in videos, sit far apart in fan signs so as not taint their good bulletproof boys images. As if loving someone regardless of gender is a sin or smear that should be wiped away clean.

“Oh Kookie…”

Taehyung remembered that Jeongguk asked him if he can come home with him to Busan for a few days during their break.

“Sorry Kookie, I promised Bogum I’ll meet him when I get back to give him the items he asked me to buy. I need to come home to Daegu soon after to visit Grandma and the kids are waiting for me. How about after the last leg of the tour, yes? We’ll have another break then. ”

Jeongguk cannot win at poker with his lack of facial filter to hide his emotions. His face is too expressive. He tried to hold back this time, but his jaw clenching and his usual tongue-in-cheek quirk is showing.

“It’s okay Tae, I’m pretty sure you’re fed up with my face by now. Have fun in Jeju.” His phone started ringing and he nodded to excuse himself out curtly. It’s probably Yugyeom calling him out again to play.

“Gummy, I think I need to go.” Bogum nodded and clapped Taehyung in the back. He knows Taehyung’s relationship with Jeongguk and the song clearly says it all.

“I know. Let’s meet again sometime, ok? Have fun in the next leg!”

Taehyung walked fast and half ran as he saw Sejin-hyung waiting for him in the arrivals area.

“Hyung, is Jeongguk still at the dorm?” He asked as Sejin took his bag. They were walking towards the exit when sasaeng fans started screaming for Taehyung.

So they ran, fast, towards the van.

“Kookie was with Yoongi in his studio this morning. I know he asked for the 2nd to the last train sched to Busan for today. Brave kid, taking the train. I hope there are no sasaengs there.”

“Sejin-hyung! Let’s go to the studio! Hurry!”

Nodding, Sejin instructed the driver to go to the HQ and all Taehyung can think about is how much he hurt Jeongguk unintentionally.

“Kid’s not here anymore Taehyung. He left for Busan an hour ago.”

As expected, Yoongi is the only one left in the studio and no trace Jeongguk anywhere.

“I messed up hyung! I really hurt Kookie right?”

Yoongi’s head bounced up and down like he’s playing a tune in his head.

“Yep kid, big time. Jeon was crying when we finished and of course I kicked him.” Taehyung eyes grew wide in disbelief. “Kidding, i told him to suck it up and go home. Thing is, Taehyung, he’s enamored with you and I cannot blame you for being the social butterfly that you are but you do tend to leave him out. I know it’s a secret love affair and the world need not know what the truth is but be mindful of his feelings too. No one wants to be in a secret alone.”

Taehyung buried his face into his hands. Ah Taehyung how can you be so insensitive, he said to himself. Jeongukk deserves an apology and no phone call can cut it.

“Hyung can you..?”

Before he can even finish, Yoongi slid a piece of paper to him without even peeling his eyes off the screen of his computer.

Taehyung smiled and prepared to haul himself to Yoongi when the older male shot him an icy death stare, daring him to continue his plan of glomping him.

“Bring me Daegu food when you come back. I’m not going home. Now shoo, go away. Leave me be.”

“Thank you Hyung! I love youuu!”

“Urgh, c'mon, save that for Jeongguk. It’s just a train ticket, no need to profess your love me. Urgh, the shivers.”

Taehyung bowed at Yoongi and charged for the exit.

“Go get him tiger!”

It’s around 2am when Jeongguk arrived in his neighborhood in Busan. It’s late but somehow going straight to the park nearby his house sounded better to him that going home. He perched himself on a patch of grass, placed his bags and guitar beside him. Going home to Busan reminds Jeongguk that he’s just a kid with humble beginnings, with a simple house and cute dogs. Busan is childhood, his adolescent dream while Seoul is work, adulthood, music, fans and of course…

Seoul is connected to Taehyung.


Jeongguk shook his head at the idea of him crying in front of Yoongi after finishing the cover a while ago. He was just so jealous of Bogum and frustrated with Taehyung and their relationship. Why can the two of them go out while Jeongguk waits at home? How can they look so fucking perfect together that the management allows them to post it in Twitter while he can’t even post selcas with Taehyung without causing an uproar?

Why can’t they express love same way other people in love do?

Sighing again, he took out his guitar and looked around if here are anyone around. When the coast was clear, he strummed the chords of the song away.

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough

He laughed at how this song fits him so much right now, it literally hurts. He was taken a back though when he heard a familiar baritone singing the next few bars.

Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
'Cause I’m yours

Taehyung sat beside him on the grass, their knees touching. They both look the same, hoodie, cap, black mask but underneathe faint night light, Jeongguk can see Taehyung’s eyes.

Pleading. Apologetic. Sincere.

“I’m so sorry Kookie… I shouldn’t have chosen Bogum over you. I’m really sorry.”

Jeongukk placed his guitar down and looked at Tae directly. He cannot get angry with those eyes on that face. He just can’t. Just like LANY said in ILYSB, I’m hella obsessed with your face and yeah, Taehyung’s face gives him that feeling. Somehow, the all that jealousy and frustration dissipated when Taehyung started peeling the mask off Jeongguk’s face. He cupped his hand on his cheek and Jeongguk sighed into it. Taehyung is Taehyung. Nothing else feels right when Taehyung is right there, smiling at him.

Everthing else, poof! Gone.
Out of the window.

“Kiss me then, if you’re so sorry.” Jeongguk haughtily said as he pulled the strings of Taehyung’s mask off his eyes, revealing his boxy grin. Oh lord, he is such a delight. Why was he angry again?

Taehyung kissed him slowly at first then fervently soon after. Kissing him felt the same as snuggling against him every night, holding his palm against his with their fingers intertwined.

Busan is Jeongguk’s childhood, Seoul is his work.

Taehyung is home.

“We’ll work this out, babe. We’ll get through this one day. Let’s keep this secret safe for now, okay? Don’t let go Kookie, I never will.”

With their foreheads touching, Jeongguk smiled and kissed Taehyung lightly once more.

“You have all my cards, Tae. I’m not going anywhere.”

Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftop
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
'Cause I’m yours

They both know it will take a long time for them to be able to tell the whole world of their secret. They also know that some secrets are better kept unsaid. But they’ve built their own little world around each other, no secrets, no lies.

That, for now, should be enough.


3:15am PST.
Fuck i have a 9am meeting.
Idgaf I’ve been hurting for Taekook for the past few days, fite me. I need to let this shit out.

Not beta read, done in 2 hours.
Oh sleep cmon. Let’s go!

Partner (end)

parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | end

extras: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: Fluff

wordcount: 2632

synopsis: You’ve been helping BTS co-produce music for as long as you can remember. Because of that, you’ve spent most of your career working alongside Min Yoongi. On the cusp of achieving a dream you’ve all worked so hard for, another wish is realized along the way.

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BittyParse Accidental Marriage

Someone had to make a ‘married in Las Vegas’ Au, so here it is:

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36 & 41 for Dean Gray, as requested by Megs (liberties have been taken, fite me)

“You’re so mean.” Nadine was pouting shamelessly, giving her very best puppydog eyes.

“No I’m not,” Grayson countered immediately, and the eyes might have worked better if he’d taken his off the road. “I am a reasonable person, dealing with unreasonable circumstances. Put your legs down.”

Nadine continued to pout, and kept her legs curled up in the passenger seat, resting her chin on on her knees. “You hate me,” she asserted, made almost entirely out of melodrama by weight.

“I don’t hate you,” he said, and one hand left the wheel to push her knees down. “If we get into an accident with you like that, the air bags will snap your neck.”

“So don’t get into an accident,” she said, crossing her legs.

“I wish I could hate you,” he said, not even acknowledging her suggestion. “Do you have any idea how much easier my life would be if I hated you? You’d be in jail, for one thing. You would have been in jail a long time ago. I could finally get some fucking work done. I would finally know peace. I would achieve fucking nirvana in the silence of your incarceration.”

“You could have just left me at the beach,” she pointed out. “Would it make you feel better if you pretended the beach was jail?”

“Not even a little bit the same,” he said, and she chewed absently on her thumbnail. “In jail I would know you were being watched. You definitely wouldn’t be wandering around the fucking shoreline wearing — whatever the hell this is supposed to be.” He gestured irritably to all of her.

“It’s a beach shirt dress.” The hem was high on her thighs, the neckline low enough that it went well below her breasts. One wrong move and it might fall off her shoulder and leave her topless.

“I am ninety-nine percent sure you’re supposed to be wearing a swimsuit under that.”

“But I swim naked, so, in a way—”

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REQUEST: Can you do a Peter Parker (CW) x Reader where the reader has a huge crush on Spider Man but she doesn’t know it’s her best friend so he reveals it


There was nothing more that you hated than a Monday morning. You wanted to climb back into your bed and sleep for hours but you had to go to school. Thinking about sitting in classes for eight hours made you want to wretch.

The only thing that made you want to go to school was seeing your best friend Peter Parker. You had known Peter since you were ten years old. He had moved into the same apartment building as you. Peter was moving into the building with his Aunt May after his parents got killed in a car accident.

You befriended him from that first day and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. You had been harboring feelings for Peter for some time now. He had never shown any interest so you kept the feelings you had for him to yourself.

Once you made it to your locker, you opened it and saw the huge Spiderman sticker you had on the door. The web slinging hero was all the rage at school. People were constantly watching videos that others were sharing online. You often wondered who Spiderman was. Could he be walking down the same hallways as you?

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice calling you.

You turned and looked to your right seeing Peter maneuver his way through the crowd of students. He had a smile on his face like he normally did when he saw you.

“How are you so damn chipper on a Monday morning?” You asked him once he reached you.

“I had a good weekend.”

“Thanks for inviting me to whatever you went to. Not like I was busy or anything.” You joked.

“I’m sorry! It was just a spur of the moment thing with some other friends.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him, “What friends? I’m your only friend, Parker.”

Peter scoffed at you, “You aren’t my only friend. I’ve got plenty of friends!”

“Like who?”

Peter started stuttering, “Uh, well there’s that guy uh in gym and you know the janitor is pretty cool.”

“You’re telling me you hung out with the janitor this weekend?”

“No! It was just some people, (Y/n).”

“I’ll let it go. Hey, did you see Spiderman catching that mugger in Central Park on Saturday? He’s the guy that’s been stealing all those purses from women for like weeks. Someone caught the fight and uploaded it.” You closed your locker and you and Peter started walking down the hall. The two of you were in the same homeroom.

“Uh no, I haven’t seen it.”

“I’ll show it to you at lunch. Spiderman was so amazing! The way he fought that guy was incredible!”

Peter chuckled next to you, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you had a crush on Spiderman.”

“Ha! No I don’t have a crush on him.” You said but you knew that you were lying. If you had told Peter the truth, you felt like he would think you were being silly.

“You always gush about the guy. It’s clear that you have a crush on him.”

“Ugh fine! I have a crush on Spiderman.” You admitted.

Peter smiled a little, “What do you like about him?”

The two of you walked into your homeroom and went to the back where your seats were.

“I guess the whole saving people thing is hot. He’s fearless but not completely reckless. I’m sure he has a great heart because he’s out there risking his life for others.”

“Eh, I think the guy is a bit overrated if you ask me.” Peter joked.

You reached over and smacked his arm, “Take that back, Parker!”


The streets of New York were almost deserted. You had been at the library for what you expected to be for an hour or two but it turned into four and a half. Your mom had texted you multiple times already asking where you were.

You had a huge calculus test to prepare for and you needed all of the study time that you could get.

Once you had texted your mom that you were on your way home, you set out on the usual way you took from the library.

You took a shortcut through an alley when you heard something that sounded like it was coming from above you. You stopped walking and looked up. There wasn’t anything there.

You dropped your gaze to in front of you and nearly screamed. Standing right there in front of you was Spiderman.

He raised his left hand and waved, “Hey there.”

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe that it’s you! What are you doing here?” You could feel yourself beginning to babble.

“I was just in the neighborhood and saw a beautiful girl like yourself wandering around alone. You know you shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.” He said. There was something about him that seemed familiar, like you had heard his voice before.

“I can take care of myself.”

Spiderman chuckled a little, “I’m sure you can.”

“There’s something about you that I feel familiar with. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded and took a step closer to him. He watched you as you circled around him. He wasn’t that much taller than you. His stance was that of a normal teenage boy.

“Have we met before?”

“Don’t you think you would remember meeting a guy in a red costume?”

You laughed, “You’re right about that. I just feel like I’ve met you before.”

Spiderman reached under his chin and lifted his mask up.

It was Peter.

You froze and remembered the conversation that you and Peter had earlier that day. You told your best friend to his face that you liked him! Well, you didn’t know that he was Spiderman of course.

“I can’t believe that it’s you!” You breathed out before reaching over and smacking his arm.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?”

“You’re an idiot! I can’t believe you do have the stuff you’ve been doing!”

“You thought it was noble earlier.”

“That’s before I knew it was you! Peter, I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me! I can’t believe that you let me–”

“Let you admit that you had a crush on me?” He smirked.

You looked away from him, “That too.”

Peter took a step closer to you, “I know you weren’t speaking of me directly but.. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to say that you have a crush on me.”


He nodded and brushed some hair off of your face, “Yeah. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for so long. I just didn’t know if you would be willing to go out with me.”

“Well, if the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Peter.”

Peter leaned closer to you and kissed you softly. Before the kiss could go any farther, you phone started ringing loudly.

You reached into your jacket pocket and saw that your mom was calling you. “Crap, I’m late.”

“I can get you home soon.”


Peter wrapped his arm around you tightly and smiled, “Just hold on tight.”


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*Being bored and laying on his bed he decided to go online to Youtube and search in dance covers and vocal covers of one of Exos songs. He enjoyed looking at the talent possessed by the fans often. After looking for half an hour he saw a thumbnail with you in it and immediately pressed it, to find you singing to a cover of ‘Heart Attack’*

K: “Y/N never sings around me..I have so gotta change that”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


*Sehun always thought you had a beautiful voice but hearing your rendition of Baby dont cry by accident reduced him to tears because you seriously sang it from your heart*

S: jeez and our fans say we have the voices of angels”

Originally posted by wooyoung


*You told Suho you were a fan of him and exo before you guys ever met, and that as you were into dancing you made a habit of uploading dance covers to your Youtube channel. He asked you to show him one and so you chose to show him your cover of Mama*

S: “jesus you even did the breakdown bit..if thats not dancing then idk what is”

Originally posted by wooyoung


*He was sat in the car with the other members and was currently the DJ for the car ride, he put one of their songs on and soon everyone realised it wasn't them who were singing it*

BH: “This sounds like y/n??”

CY: “It is ok and 3 2 1….GEURAE WOLF NAEGA WOLF

Originally posted by exoturnback


*You never told him about your covers but a bunch of sherlock fans found copies of them on the internet and started tagging Baek in them. He had always asked you why you never pursued singing properly and he called you via Skype to ask you again bc your cover knocked his socks off*

BH: “Ugh y/n if only you became a singer we could be the next famous power couple. Jay z?? Beyonce??who is that?”

Originally posted by blondejongin


*One minute you were alone in the garden reading a book, then the next there he was siting next to you shoving his phone in your face*

K: “Um why didn’t you show me this before?”

Y/N: “because i made it when I was younger and its terrible thats why”

K: “you are full of lies I have never heard anything so dumb”

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie


*he had been bugging you to show you the covers you did a few years ago until he managed to find them himself and ran into the bedroom with it playing on your phone*

Y/N: “Jfc Dae turn it off”

C: “Why babe you got a sexy voice to match a hot person”

Originally posted by rxxbinc


*you told him about your covers when you first met him and ever since he has been playing them when he wants to fall asleep in the car bc you got a soothing voice*

Originally posted by oh-prankster


*You had told him not to tell any of the other members about your singing and dance covers of exos early days and he said he wouldn't until you spotted him whispering to Chanyeol*

CY: “Uh y/n is staring at a death glare kind of stare”

L: “Oh hey babe didn't see you there 

Y/N: I hate you 


Originally posted by purpleuhan


*Your cover was pretty bad tbh you made the excuse that you made it when you thought you could sing until you grew out of that phase, he laughed when he heard it but still gassed you up*

K: “nah you sound amazing babe dont even worry about it”

Originally posted by beastdw


*The fans had no idea you were dating Luhan and for his birthday they made a compilation video of fans doing covers of his songs and sending nice messages in. The last thing he expected was you to be on the video and neither did you. You stood in the audience hiding your face and slowly backing away as he nodded at you with a smirk on his face*

L: “I’m so gonna tease her for that later”

Originally posted by harlysquad


*Baek being your friend decided to mess with you over the cover you did of one of Exos songs, whereas was being straight up supportive*

BH: “You call that singing Y/N, I’ve never heard anything so bad before”

XM: “Actually it was sweet and you have a lovely voice and Baeks just moaning bc he is worried i’ll kick him out the group and replace him with you so”

Originally posted by idk-kpop

Lucky One

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

“She was then, and still is to me, the most beautiful thing in the world.”

Summary: It’s crazy how you think you end up bumping into someone out of coincidence or sometime it’s just fate.. You were planning just a normal trip to Korea to see you favorite Kpop group of all time BTS… But what will happen when you start seeing than more than you were originally planning to?

Previous Parts:

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Yoongi’s Point of View

I wake up and as begin to blink. What time is it? What day is it? I sat slowly sat up and felt my head like it was going to explode any minute..

What the hell happened last night?

The last thing I remember was talking Y/N and Jin interrupting our conversation to join them with drinks and after that I blacked out…

Where is Y/N? What happened to her? I looked over at my dresser and see water and aspirin and a note.

Wait a note?

I slowly reached over and grabbed the note.

Dear Yoongi,

Last night seemed like a pretty wild night the way you drank shot after shot, so for you killer headache in the morning I left aspirin by your bed and water. I hope you feel better :)

Ps: Don’t worry about me I’m home safe when you read this. I hope to see you again sometime.

                                                                  Yours truly: Y/N

She didn’t even leave a number? She left? How was I supposed to see her again?

Was that it?

No I had to see her again…


Your Point of View 

Last night you took care of everyone. You made sure you put all the boys to theirs beds and then you caught your cousin and Taehyung making out in the couch… Let’s just say… taking them two apart wasn’t easy..

But eventually after making them stop swallowing each other, you took Taehyung to his bed and your cousin wanted to sleep in his bed with him as he wanted the same but they were both wasted.

You put all the cups in the sink and the bottles you left in the table not knowing what to do with them. You called up a taxi for you and your cousin and of course babysit your cousin all the way home.

You glanced at your cousin as you seen your cousin slowly open her eyes. You walked over to your cousin with a cup of water in one hand and aspirins for the headache she was going to have in 3….2…..

“Ugh why did I drink so much?” Your cousin asks murmuring as she rubbed her head.

“I ask that all the time.”

Your cousin gave you a glare and slowly sat up.

“Drink up,”

Your cousin grabbed the cup of water from your hand and the pills and you approached your bed and pulled out your laptop and camera.

“What are you doing?”

“Uploading the concert vlog duh,”

“Oh right the life of a famous youtuber.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled. You’ve been making the most random youtube videos ever and surprisingly got a lot of subscribers over the time. So the more subscribers you continued to get, the more videos you made.

The room was completely quiet as you continued to edit the vlog and just as you were lost in your thoughts…. You hear your cousin scream.


“Is this real? or are you pranking me? I swear if you are pranking me I am going to kill you!”

“What are you talking about!?!?”

“First of all did we hang out with BTS yesterday or was that a dream?”

“It re-” before you could even answer your cousin interrupts you.

“Answer me!”


“Oh my god… THIS MUST BE REAL!” You cousin shouts in excitement and you just continued to stare at your cousin confused as hell.

“What is going on?”


Wow.. Here your cousin has better luck than you do and get’s taehyung number… You however got unlucky and didn’t get Yoongi’s number or anything… So that was the last day you were going to see Yoongi, besides on the internet or on tv of course. 

“I’m assuming you have Yoongi’s number too, am I right?”

You looked at your cousin slowly and didn’t know if you should lie or not… It sounds pretty sad if you think about it. Your cousin got lucky and got Taehyung number but you couldn’t get Yoongi’s number?

But then again if you lie… she will properly want to see proof…


“Ya- wait what? Did you just say no?”


“How did you not get his number!”

“I guess he didn’t bother asking me for it I guess.” you said as you looked at your laptop blankly…

“Maybe he forgot?”

“It’s whatever..”


Yoongi’s Point of View 

“Do you remember her name?” I asked looking at Jimin as he was laying down on the couch scrolling through his phone.

“Who are we talking about?”

“Come on, Jimin work with me here. The girl you met at that freaking food place and we seen at the concert and w-”

“Okay okay I think I know who we are talking about gesh boy. Y/N.”

“Do you have her number?”

Jimin stops looking at his phone and sets his phone down looking at me with a huge smile on his face. 


“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you need her number?” Jimin asks crossing his arms and smirking. I just sighed and eventually gave up. 

How didn’t I ask for her number? That’s the first thing I should've done when we were in the room alone talking… But I clearly wasn’t thinking…

“Wow, gave up so easily.” Jimin asks interrupting my thoughts and I looked at him.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not like your going to give it to me anyways.”

“Your right,”


“Cause I don’t have it.”

Jimin smiles and I rolled my eyes. Here I am asking Jimin for her number and here he is making it seem like he had it… Wow ..

“Why didn’t you ask for her number?”

“Because I’m an idiot..”

“Can’t argue there,” Jimin replies.

I looked around me and grabbed a near by pillow and threw it right at him. Yes I am stupid.. But he didn’t have to agree..

“What the hell happened last night?” Taehyung asks as he steps in the living room rubbing his head.

“You don’t remember anything?”

“I do… I remember us drinking with two beautiful girls and then after a couple of drinks later…I blacked out.”

“I did to..” I said sighing and I closed my eyes.

So much for looking for her number… Will I ever see here again? Where could she possibly be? Ugh why didn’t I ask for her number? Why didn’t that question come in my head?

“Hey I have one of the beautiful girls number on my phone,” I hear Taehyung say and my eyes opened and I looked at Taehyung.

“What what?”


‘What did you just say?”

“I said I have one of the beautiful girls number on my phone….”


Taehyung continued to stare at me confused as hell so I got up from the couch and snatched his phone from his hand. As I had the phone in my hand, I looked at the name and it was Y/N cousin… 

“Nevermind,” I said tossing the phone to Taehyung’s lap and i sat down.

“What’s his deal?” Taehyung asks jimin and they both stared at me.

“Yoongi here has a crush.”

“Do you have her number?” Taehyung asks and I gave him a glare.

Was he really asking me this right now? If I had her number I would be on my way to see her instead of snatching Taehyung phone and trying to look for it…


“You’re stupid.”

“RIght!” Jimin says agreeing with Taehyung and I just rolled my eyes and got up. 



Taehyung Point of View 

Jimin and I watched Yoongi walk out of the room and I looked at Jimin.

“He likes her a lot doesn’t he?”

“She likes him too, yesterday her cousin told us her bias was Yoongi…”

I began to think and a plan hit me. It was time to play cupid for Yoongi. Here Yoongi is grumpy and sleeping half the times, he worries me. Maybe all he needs is a little bit of love.

“Well Jimin my friend, i have an idea.”

“For what?”

I gave Jimin a glare and he continued to stare at me confused. Wow who knew people were slow in this house.

“Are you serious?”


“I have her cousin’s number for crying out loud! I can call her up, tell her to meet us somewhere with Yoongi’s crush and we bring Yoongi and pretend like we accidently bumped into each other.”

Jimin continued to nod his head and he smiled.


“I try,” I smiled and I went on my phone and clicked on her cousin number right away.

Let’s hope this works.


Your Point of View

“Where are we going?” You asked your cousin completely confused and she smiles.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see.”

“Oh come on, can’t I know?”

“You ask so many questions, you need to earn to just go with the flow.” 

You just looked at your cousin and before you could say anything she grabs your hand and pulls you into a random what seemed to be coffee shop. You loved your cousin but you hated when she always did unexpected plans and doesn’t tell you about it.

“You should go sit down, I’ll order the drinks.” Your cousin says and then winks at you. 

Something’s up… Your cousin would usually be the one to go sit and make you order…. 

You just shrugged and looked around the coffee shop. You noticed an empty table by the window and you sat down. You pulled out your phone and looked at your lockscreen.

Yes you have Yoongi as your background… There is nothing wrong with having your bias as your background.


Yoongi’s Point of View 

“Why are we at the coffee shop?” I asked looking at Taehyung and he smiles.

“Come on, we are always at the dorm. Let’s go out for a change.”

“Does it look like I want to go out?”

“Coffee’s help with hangovers, now shush and pretend like your excited.”

I just sighed and looked around as we walked in line. I noticed Taehyung looking at his phone and smiling… That could’ve been me…

“Taehyung? Yoongi?” 

I looked up and see Y/N’s cousin standing in front of us in line. 

“Hey!” Taehyung says pulling her into a hug.


I said and i pulled out my phone and began to look at that.

“What brings you two here?”

“Coffee helps hangovers…”

“So I heard,” she says and she giggles.

Is Y/N with her? I don’t see anyone next to her… 

“What brings you here?” I asked her and she smiles.

“Actually came here with Y/N for some breakfast.”

As soon as I heard her name I couldn’t help but to look around and tried to scan the room to look for her… 

At last one table caught my attention and I see Y/N sitting then and there.

“I’ll be back… I’m going to go say hi..” I said looking at Taehyung and Y/N’s cousin and they just smiled at me.

I slowly approached the table and I took a deep breath.


She looked up and as soon as she saw me she looked completely surprised.

Was this fate? 

To Be Continued

fic: You Feel Like Home

title: you feel like home

genre: fluff, because i have no chill | warnings: swearing, sexual references

word count: 1500


dan lets phil get away with stealing the covers sometimes. it’ll be four in the morning and the window will be open so the room is freezing, (dan realises he really should start wearing a shirt in bed) and phil looks like a toasty burrito, but the content, almost angelic look on his face is enough to make dan feel all gooey and give in. so he’ll lay there with his inch of a duvet and shiver a little because, let’s face it, it’s been six years and he’s still a sucker for phil lester.

or, the one where i write about domestic situations in the dan and phil house.

a/n: nobody asked for domestic dan and phil but i’m giving it to you anyway. (also, yes i uploaded this super late last night but i sort of accidentally deleted it when editing out a typo at 2am…i’m so smart you love me, guys.)

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Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Title: Ride
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: The Impala brings you to sleep after a rough hunt
Warnings: Mentions of child death, mentions of sex
A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t been uploading, I’m back at school but today we have a snow day. If ya’ll could request that would be great because I have no inspiration. Plus, I started a wattpad story which I have been writing more.

Dean had three main priorities. You, Sam and his car.
You were the light of his life. You were his escape from reality, the reality that plagued his mind with horrors that invaded his dreams every night. You were the one to pull him away from endless hours of research of an impossible case to go on a drive. The last year and a half had been the best years of his life with you.
Sam was his brother, the only family he had left. His partner in crime, his nurse when he needed one and his wing man. He was there for Dean in ways you couldn’t be. Sam was there for Dean before you.
Baby was Dean’s prized possession. Even when he had nothing, he had his car. The Impala housed the Winchesters when no motel would, providing warmth and shelter to the boys when the needed it most.
When all three were combined, Dean was a happy boy.
You met Dean when you were dying. You had been captured by a Djinn, right out of your trek to your house. You weren’t a hunter, you had no idea what was going on. In your dream world, you saw Dean before you even met him. When you woke up, you were confused but Dean was a familiar face.
It was safe to say that you and Dean got Baby’s windows fogged up that night.

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Kiss It Better

Summary: In which Phil tried to execute a surprise kiss attack and things do not go according to plan.

Genre: FLUFF.

Word count: 918

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tempestsave  asked:

For that rock band au, how does the band get together? Is this Tsuna's dream? Does Reborn come up and make them? What about Mukuro and Chrome?

This is kind of how it starts:

Tsuna doesn’t know how it happens, but before long, there’s two dozen recordings on his computer, just him and his guitar. Most of them are covers, but a little over half a dozen are just him, with the stupid titles that always means.

Eventually he posts one or two of the covers online, because what else can he do? At least they’ll stop cluttering up his computer.

And then people start liking the videos, following him, commenting that they love his voice, that he should do this song, or that song.

It’s kind of nice, being noticed for something he does well, and he keeps it up, taking requests and sometimes chatting with his followers.

It’s all fine until he accidentally uploads one of his songs, instead of a cover of a song with a different name. That starts a storm of requests for more of his original work, which Tsuna shyly uploads over the weeks. Morning, All Red, Echo Chamber, Where Are You, one by one the songs he wrote and composed are released, and he keeps writing new ones.

It doesn’t seem like he’s much different from the other music people online, until the day someone messages him, and asks if he’d be willing to let them submit him for consideration to their boss, who works for a recording company, no pressure.

He agonizes over it for weeks, before he finally consents, not expecting anything to come of it.

When the sharply dressed man in a hat appears at his front door, it becomes abundantly clear that something came of it.

And basically Reborn ends up as Tsuna’s manager and hooks him up with Takeshi and Hayato first, to try and put together an album. They pick up Ryohei for drums kind of by accident, and Tsuna’s trying really hard to write more music like the music that Reborn was given–All Red, Echo Chamber, all this kind of poppy boy-band stuff, but he keeps hating it.

It doesn’t help that because he’s rlly starting to question his gender identity at the same time, and he feels like being in a band is going to force him to stick with just this, this pop, boy-band stuff, when Tsuna’s not really interested in just doing that.

So he’s banging his head against a wall and worrying that Reborn’s going to be pissed at him because he can’t write anything that sounds like what he’s already got.

Eventually he kind of stops trying, and starts messing around with something he’d been working on before the message came that got him hooked up with Reborn’ company. It’s this soft, sad kind of song about his family, and he doesn’t have more than a couple chords and a refrain–and i can’t help but blame myself/can’t help but wonder/was it me, was it me/who pulled us all under?–and he finishes the song eventually, this soft, sad, almost-wistful thing that’s sung pretty high up in his range and doesn’t sound like anything else he’s ever done.

He likes that.

Tsuna goes back to beating his head against this brick wall of what he’s done before, and messing with his new song–Blame Myself–when he’s too tired, and one day he’s trying to fit a second guitar part in, and Reborn hears him.

And Tsuna thinks Reborn’s going to end him, but Reborn’s really supportive and is like, “You don’t have an image, idiot. Write whatever you want.”

So Tsuna hauls out all of these scraps he’s thrown aside, and goes and gets Takeshi and Hayato and they write this really badass album together called Daily Lives.

anonymous asked:

Hi :) Can I have a scenario with sehun where he asks you out and uses you to make the girl he likes jealous. When she starts showing interest in him he ditches you for her but after a while he starts missing you and realize that maybe he grew actual feelings for you. Ending up to you ^^ sorry this is so long

You remembered the day that Sehun had asked you out. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining and Sehun had asked you to go on a walk with him. You guys had walked through a neighborhood park for almost an hour before Sehun flashed you a shy smile and asked you out. Your relationship included regular morning coffee runs together, lunch and dinner dates, nights on the town, and a collection of couple selcas that Sehun posted to his Instagram. Though you felt like it would last forever, your relationship was cut short after only a month and a half.

You remembered the night that Sehun had broken up with you. It was gloomy and cloudy outside and he refused to give you any sort of eye contact. He just looked as his feet as he mumbled that maybe it was best for you two to see other people. The break up happened almost three months ago and you still weren’t over it, but Sehun had no problem jumping into another relationship almost instantly.

It hurt to see him with someone else. You had unfollowed him on his social media accounts, and tried to avoid him but sometimes your curiosity got the best of you and you had to look to see the most recent picture he had uploaded of him and his girlfriend. Some days you would see him with his new girlfriend walking down the street holding hands. Sehun would glance your way, accidently making eye contact with you before instantly looking away.

Sehun on the other hand didn’t remember much of your relationship together. To him it wasn’t really a relationship as much as it was an act. He never did have his sights on you, but rather another girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day. He had used you to make her jealous, and it worked. The day of your relationship he really remembered was when she had come up to him and told him that she was interested in him, but only if he ditched you. He too vividly remembered walking away from your house that night, leaving you crying on the doorstep when he told you that he decided to call it quits. Sehun regretted that he didn’t take the time to enjoy the relationship for what it was and remember all of the good in it.

His new relationship was great, at first. They had spent their days going out, just the two of them, and having late night deep conversations. She seemed to get past the honeymoon stage faster than he did because after only a couple of weeks of it being just the two of them it seemed as if she wanted more. They would hang out and she’d give random guys lingering looks and more often than not she would cancel plans on him last minute.

Sehun would see you on the street sometimes, walking around and he would just watch you. He didn’t know why he had taken you for granted, or used you, but he did know that he regretted it. He had realized that you were more beautiful than his new girlfriend ever was. Although he didn’t remember every single thing from your relationship with him, he remembered how your smile would grow wider whenever you saw him, and how you always treated him that he was the only guy in the room. Sehun realized that the one he wanted wasn’t the one he had, but rather the one who got away.

It was winter now and Sehun woke up to an empty bed. He sighed as he got up and walked into the kitchen where his girlfriend was wearing his shirt while making them breakfast.

“I think we should break up,” Sehun said, getting straight to the point. He had no problem being straight forward and, as insensitive as it made him seem, he didn’t feel bad.


You sat down at the coffee shop that you and Sehun would often visit, looking out the window and enjoying the scenery of the park nearby. You had just recently found out that Sehun and his girlfriend had broken up a couple of days ago. In your mind you had been fantasizing that Sehun would come running back to you, but you knew that in reality that would never happen.

Outside of the coffee shop window you saw a young couple stroll through the park. It reminded you of how you and Sehun would often walk through the park, hand in hand as you rested your head on his shoulder. The memory quickly vanished as you came to terms with your harsh reality. You sighed as you threw away your empty cup and made your way back home.


Sehun looked at his watch for the umpteenth time as he was jumping up and down trying to stay warm. It was colder out, and he had been waiting outside for almost an hour now. He sighed, his breath visible as he looked at his watch again. He looked up and stood still, seeing what he was waiting for, or rather who he was waiting for.

You gave Sehun a confused look as you made your way up to your house. He was standing outside your house holding a stuffed bear and shivering from the cold.

“Sehun, what are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way to him.

“Y/N,” Sehun said as he looked into your eyes, “I miss you. I want you back.”

“Sehun,” as much as you waiting for him to say those words to him, the timing was a little suspicious. “I don’t really want to be your rebound after your girlfriend broke up with you.”

“It’s nothing like that,” Sehun said as he held out the bear for you, which you took from him, “I broke up with her because I realized that she wasn’t that one that I wanted. The one that I want is you, I was just too blind to see that.”

“Sehun, you really hurt me,” You said, softly, breaking eye contact with him.

“Y/N,” He said as he softly lifted your chin so that you were looking into each other’s eyes. “I love you. I’m here for good, I promise.”

“You can’t leave again,” You said.

“I won’t. I’m yours forever,” He said as he leaned in and gave you a kiss.  

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Omg, I'm in my twenties.

This year, I turned 24 – and with it came a startling realization.

Oh my god. I’m 24. What the hell?!

Now I know that sounds stupid. “You’re only 24,” my colleagues tell me - in fact, somebody said this to me today. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you!” my older friends preach (if you reckon you’re one of these older friends, I’m sorry for calling you old and appreciate your endless wisdom. You look extra dashing today).

And yeah, I suppose I still am quite young. I haven’t had to start using Just For Men quite yet. Sure, I’m just getting started with things like my career and other adulty stuff that I’m too scared to even write because they’re so daunting. Because if I write words like rent or mortgage or bills, then that makes them true. It makes them applicable to me.

But at the same time, a tiny (and by tiny I mean huuuuuuuge) part of me is screaming that everything just needs to slow down. Because how am I 24 already? How have I not achieved THIS LIFE GOAL yet, and not accomplished THIS DREAM by now? How am I not the person I wanted to be? How are so many of my Facebook friends doing better than me? Look, they’ve just bought their first house. And how nice, he’s moving to America. And her job probably pays her a shit-ton of money. When you’ve got people like Zara Larsson making millions at 18, and you’ve got young people making entrepreneurs out of themselves through social media, it can be crippling to realize that you’ve done none of these things. As though it’s expected of you. As though that’s the norm.

It all gets a bit much sometimes. You realize that the months are blurring into years and that today you’re 24, but one day you will be 30, then one day you’ll be 40, and then it might just be too late to do all the stuff you always wanted to do. We all give ourselves a sort of itinerary for life, don’t we? We’re in the age of the bucket list. When the future is one enormous, foggy tunnel that you’re racing towards and you can’t stop, it’s all you can do to stop yourself from diving into bed with a multipack of Reese’s peanut buttercups and hiding away from the world with your favourite memes. Because let’s face it, we’ve all got ‘em (quite fond of the latest Kermit craze, tbh).

Stop. Breathe. Just freakin’ calm down and stop overthinking for a second, alright? Have a cup of tea and pet something fluffy. Sometimes I literally just grab my half-pug and bury my face in his abundance of rolls and instantly feel better.

My problem is that I’m quite self-critical. And if there’s one thing that my boyfriends asks me all the time, it’s this: why do I keep comparing myself?

And he’s right. I do constantly measure my own life up against that of other people. Mostly in terms of career success. I sometimes look at other authors, others who have literary agents or who have even been published by my age, and I wonder – how come they’ve managed to do that, but I haven’t?

The thing is, we’re living in an age of instant gratification. Our internet is faster than ever. You can take a picture, upload it to Instagram, and rake in the likes in just a few seconds. Everything is happening now, and as a result our attention spans have taken a real hit. Hell, my attention has wandered several times just writing this blog post. Oh, let me just check Facebook real quick…

So it just makes sense that we’ve accidentally conditioned ourselves to expect the same from life. From our long-term goals and aspirations. They need to happen right now, and then we need to tell everyone about it.

No. No more. Social media can be great. I couldn’t live without it now. But it’s also toxic. We poison ourselves into thinking we need to be something, when all we really need to be is happy. Happy and in the moment. And what makes me happy? Well, Tom makes me happier than anything. So does our dog, Buzz. And travelling. And going out. And reading. And writing. And good food.

And I get to do those things a lot. On a weekly basis. Daily, for some of them. I get to go to work and come home to cwtches (Welsh word for cuddle, which I will use unsparingly… you would do well to integrate it into your own vocabulary) from my amazing boyfriend and our sausagey little pupper. We have travelled to, and will be travelling to, some amazing places and I don’t think we’ll ever tire of it. We’ll always be jetting off to somewhere in search of adventures. We have some amazing friends, and we go out pretty much every weekend. I get to read books I love and write books I love whenever I want.

And don’t get me started on the food. I will hoover up anything and everything you set before me (I have been known to eat dog biscuits, but that was completely an accident and I probably need a whole other blog post just to explain myself).

Those are the things that make me happy right now (okay, so maybe not dog biscuits). Within instant reach. My real life instant gratification. Not the faux kind that comes from a little red bubble on Instagram telling you how many likes you’ve had. Or the artificial validation you get when you boast about something on Facebook. Because that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m surrounded by people and things that I love.

As for the other things? The long-term stuff? They will come. Keep hacking away at things in your own time, and things will start to happen. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Life isn’t a race. JK Rowling was in her thirties before her first book was published – and look where she is now. Maybe instead of reading about people’s successes, read about their failures. Normalise it. Accept it. Know that failure isn’t actually real – it’s only an internal measure of yourself. It’s fictional.

So if you’re like me and you’re in your 20’s, feeling like you should have amounted to something by now, please stop. You’re doing just fine. Go at your own pace. Stop comparing yourself to others, because it’s dangerous. It rots your mind. It makes you lose sight of what’s important. Make a list of the things that give you that real life gratification and focus on them. Because they’re what matter the most.

And next time those slimy thoughts start creeping their way back in, come read this blog post. I’ll be here, probably experiencing exactly the same thing.

vividpixie  asked:

Could you do number 7- "Don’t make me say I miss you" Could be angsty or more cute and fluffy like a modern long distance relationship au kinda thing, whatever floats your boat. ;)

#7: Don’t make me say I miss you

Thank you so much for the prompt! This one is an AU and I’d like to call it fluffy even though I suppose there’s general angst along the way. (I need the fluff. This damn show is killing me right now.) Hope you like!

It all started in the absolutely most ridiculous way possible: a fucking Facebook quiz.

(OK so maybe it started long before that, years even. Maybe it started that first day, the not-quite-meet-cute when Emma was forced to arrest Killian when all he was doing was standing up for his mate. Maybe it started when they compared tattoos at the precinct or the day he took Henry for ice cream when she found out about Graham’s aneurysm. Maybe it started the first time he brought her soup when she was sick or the time she bought him that fancy telescope so he could watch the stars on the edge of the sea.)

OK, so when it started was sort of a nebulous concept, but the point was this: Emma Swan had never fancied herself a person with a soulmate, until one day, bored at the Sheriff station, she clicked on that stupid link her friend Mary Margaret had shared: Who’s Your True Love? Mary Margaret had, of course, been matched with her dreamy husband David, a man who could very well put Prince Charming to shame in just about every category except possession of an actual castle. And Emma knew these stupid things were rigged and basically just showed you who you interact with most often on the dumb site, but out of some weird, dark, confused compulsion, she clicked it and her heart actually leapt in her chest when those all-too-familiar stormy blue eyes were staring back at her through the screen, the smirk on his lips burning through to her soul even though it was his expression in literally every picture he’d ever uploaded to the whole fucking internet.

It felt like he could read her thoughts, like he kind of already knew.

Emma Swan, your True Love is: Killian Jones!

The computer was mocking her – she swore she could hear it snicker – as her jaw dropped and her eyes shot down to the floor, her cheeks flushed a red deeper than the wine she so desperately needed at this very unsettling moment in her life.

Holy shit. She really did think he might be her True Love.

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