some words in the last bit of the song are switched but whatever

dsfsldfksldfksdf i’m honestly dead that gaming live stream was so good!!!!!!!!!!!! they were so funny and witty and natural and their banter works so well in real time and they just riff of each other so nicely and they work so well together and they flirted a fuck ton and im feeling so many things yall!!!!! here’s a v lengthy list of my fav moments: 

  • phil exposes dan and tells the audience dan makes fun of phil’s smile when they get their photos taken, and dan immediately wants to clarify he’s not being mean to phil, it’s all banter
  • dan says the big monster creature is phil’s mum and phil responds with his typical (giggling) outrage. dan immediately says he’s kidding and then says ‘love you kath’ bc he knows she watches and im gonna be honest that gave me a rush of emotion lmao 
  • phil: ‘take my lettuce’
  • dan: ‘feed me dad’ @ huge monster
  • phil: ‘plonk your tomato on my lettuce’
  • phil wants to name this ‘dan and phil’s salad dream’ dan immediately thinks that sounds like it could be a fanfic bc ofc he does
  • dan feels the need to clarify he was misquoted in one of the tweets from the jaguar event probs bc he saw the ppl dragging him for saying something that sounded like ‘millennials need products to help them go outside’ lmao
  • they have a loud faux argument when they both have to control driving the bus and my ears hurt but my heart is warm
  • phil tells dan to breathe before they start the first actual round and it’s cute
  • phil’s mostly on chopping and dishes duty and claims he doesn’t want to be sous chef. dan literally immediately responds by saying that typically the head chef is disliked by people and the sous chef is the one that actually does all the work .. wow …… what are these Emotions? it’s like when they were playing 1, 2, switch and phil was like, why do i have to be luigi and you get to be mario, and dan was like luigi’s actually the one people like :(((((( wtf :(
  • ‘get out of the way lad’ says phil to dan and i’m dying
  • dan making fun of phil for making a song reference ‘from 1982′ by fondly yelling ‘you relic’
  • dan says phil’s behavior is ‘absolute babuse’ .. and i’m crying bc they def just use this word now referencing the vid where phil predicts dan’s future and attacks him with a banana & dan probably thinks it’s hilarious that phil said it in the first place and why are they so fond of each other honestly
  • there’s a new chef in the game for round 2 who dan thinks looks like pj but phil thinks looks like the child of dan and pj and dan immediately makes yet another fanfic reference, saying a fic of that definitely exists (if there is where can i read it? does dan read parent!kickthefire fic in his free time? does phil read it bc of his mpreg fixation? i need answers)
  • phil doesn’t like soup bc is it a food or is it a drink (dan, vehemently: ‘it’s a food’)
  • dan says he’s gonna play this second round as the PJ-lookalike chef and phil takes issue: ‘i’m gonna feel like my friend has disappeared and been replaced by a slightly different replica’ dan looks at him blankly for a second and then says ’that was like a whole thing’ sdfjsldfsdf what a weird interaction ahahaha i feel like dan was a bit thrown by phil making a big deal out of dan playing as ‘himself’ in the game 
  • phil keeps reminding dan to relax and it makes dan giggle a lot. phil’s like, ‘philly says relax’ and dan just goes full dimply, crinkly smile and my heart has fully melted
  • phil says ‘oh daniel’ in a deep singsong-y voice. phil just sang a lot in general in this stream, the thing where he replaces words to common tunes with whatevers happening in the game, and he does that all the time and it’s one of his most endearing traits for sure
  • dan: ‘i’m going to give you a soup thats not on fire’ phil: ‘put it in my mouth’
  • dan’s making these horrendous spitting spluttering noises and phils just gentle and going ‘dan we’ve got another tomato to do’ a couple of times to get him to focus ahahah
  • ‘this is not a hierarchy thing. we’re both a part of this kitchen’ this feels like a metaphor
  • phil suggests they do a ‘fist bump of truth’ before starting the final round
  • ‘dan i love your butt’ dan reads from the chat, and promptly gives a dead stare to the camera before saying he’ll ignore the chat again for a bit
  • ‘don’t be upset I’m not offended’ says phil to the audience when dan screams at him and alleges that they would’ve done fine that round if phil hadn’t ‘ballsed it up.’ lmao!!!!! they’re both so aware of people thinking dan is mean to phil, its kind of funny that phil’s instinct was to laugh at dan yelling at him and then to reassure the viewers that he’s literally completely fine and no one needs to bother feeling upset on his behalf.
  • why can they just say a word like ‘potato’ and then immediately know the reference they’re both thinking of and both start singing at like the exact same time it’s disturbing
  • ‘dan and phil’s salady dreams’ says phil, he’s really into these suggestive salad phrases
  • phil: ‘don’t swear’ dan: ‘this is a christian channel. no yiffing’
  • phil: ’we’re like a well oiled machine’ dan: ’we’re symbiotic right now’ (is this them just describing their general state of being)
  • wtf was that whole ad bit??? phil had a potential contact lens issue and dan starts asking him about it before randomly breaking off to look at phil intensely and do some cutesy facial expressions and then ask in a strangely soft, almost childish voice whether he can ‘press the button’ and they both kind of just look at each other and giggle and then phil is like weird and placating in his tone and it’s ….. cute??? why was that interaction cute wtf? but it’s just a button to play an ad so they try it but literally no one actually got an ad (if u got an ad then u just missed phil getting up to check his contact and coming back in 10 seconds and dan saying like ‘hi’ ‘hello’ ‘what’s up’ or some random filler words like that)
  • when they look at the game again there’s a new chef on the screen and it’s a cat and phil is immediately like ‘i want to be the cat chef!!!’ and then dan is like ’speaking of yiff … hello there’ sdfksdflsdf i’m dying @ these actual furries
  • dan then goes on a small tangent about fursuits which was definitely him stating actual opinions about how fursuits should have more colors or like rainbow stripes, and if youre going to make one, why would u go for a cat? it should be fox or wolf or dog. in case anyone wanted dan’s opinions on that. phil looks legit uncomfortable for a fleeting second but they transition onwards quite smoothly
  • they shout out some of phil’s fav comments from the last vid which was cute and phil acknowledges his swear
  • phil: *wants to show the viewers their new fancy mic* dan: ’show me that micussy’ …. that about sums it up folks
Jung Sewoon Enemies to Lovers Scenario!

I’ve sort of morphed together two anon requests to create my first Sewoon scenario, enjoy! (You + Jung Sewoon)

  • You and Sewoon were both music majors in college at a competitive music college that accepted very few students
  • You were majoring in piano performance, Sewoon was majoring in music composition
  • Sewoon was your senior at the school, and he was relatively famous at the school for being in a band and composing songs for others at the school and artists
  • In the band, he played guitar and sang, making him the “face” of the group, leading to widespread popularity
  • Because of this, you already knew exactly who he was before even getting accepted to the school
  • However, you (and pretty much everyone else) didn’t have any actual information on his personality outside of his music skills and band persona
  • He was relatively quiet in the classroom, only seen talking with his best friends Jaehwan, Youngmin, and Donghyun
  • (Sewoon and Jaehwan were actually caught wildly giggling together in class once, a rumor that had spread around the school earlier that year)
  • Basically anything that Sewoon did was talked about, but he didn’t really do anything about the attention
  •  You had gone through your freshman year without many problems, it was a pretty normal year
  • So when you returned to school for sophomore year, the last thing you expected was to find that your dorm room assignment was right across the hall from Sewoon and Jaehwan
  • Like you open your door and bAM thats their room ! ! 
  • You were pretty nervous at first about this situation, because lets be real who wouldn’t be… the two were practically celebrities at the school (Jaehwan was highly regarded by the students because of his stellar performance on a singing variety show)
  • It was really cool at first, being so close to Sewoon and Jaehwan on a daily basis, even though you never talked to them lol (I mean, they were practically celebrities at this point)
  • You would always greet them politely, though, at least at the beginning of the school year
  • But that got old FAST
  • The long nights of singing and guitar strumming quickly turned from interesting to heLLISH
  • Like how are you supposed to sleep if the two decide to sing the Jurassic Park theme on repeat at 3 in the morning
  • Soon, you were absolutely tired of the both of them (physically and mentally), and after holding back for weeks, you finally ended up bursting one night when they just wouldn’t stop singing: this time it was Sewoon doing impressions and Jaehwan maniacally laughing in response
  • So in a matter of seconds, you immediately switched from being some harmless neighbor to psYCHO BITCH and gave the two roommates a piece of your mind
  • It really was a frightening sight: you screaming at the top of your lungs in a ginormous t-shirt, your hair going every which way, a consequence of rolling around in bed for hours
  • Jaehwan immediately apologized, but you didn’t hear Sewoon mutter under his breath “this is a music school, what do you expect”
  • (good thing you didn’t hear that, or who knows what would have happened)
  • Anyway you thought it would be all fine and dandy after that, as you headed into your room, but as you closed your door you heard Jaehwan being the idiot he is, claiming that your hair looked like Chewbacca if he “walked straight into a hurricane”
  • You whipped the door back open to scream some more, only to come face to face with Sehwan’s closed door
  • You sighed and gave up, climbing up to your bed to attempt to save the last hours of sleep you had left
  • The next morning, before heading to classes, you met Sewoon in the hall outside your door coincidentally
  • Not the best timing; you were still pissed at the whole Chewbacca thing
  • “Ah, (Y/N), good morning… I see you’ve… improved your hairstyle”, he greeted you, unable to hold back a mischievous smile at his own “joke”
  • It was the first time he had ever called you by your name, but you weren’t starstruck at all; if anything this comment worsened your mood
  • You didn’t have it in you to respond, and just blankly stared at him before walking away
  • Your anger subsided throughout the day, but when you returned back to your dorm in the evening, you were greeted with the undeniably pleasant but to you, angering sounds of a strumming guitar and a quiet voice
  • You dumped your backpack in your room and immediately walked over to Sehwan’s room, banging on the door
  • “It hasn’t even been one day, can y’all just stop fucking playing for one second??” you screamed at the closed door, once again looking like a crazy person
  • “Or can you just go play in a practice room or a common room or literally anywhere el–” you continued, your rant suddenly coming to a stop when the door opened, revealing a calm-looking Sewoon, his soft eyes meeting your gaze
  • You were taken aback: based on looks alone, he really could be a rockstar or a boyband member or a solo artist or a CEO or a male model the possibilities are endless
  • Just like that, your anger was drifting away (Sewoon is Powerful), and it took all your might to keep a stern face
  • But that didn’t last long, when Sewoon finally spoke
  • “(Y/N). You realize this is a music school, right? Am I not allowed to practice in my room? This is for my career as well. Think about that,” he calmly said, closing the door
  • You were unable to respond to that, but still angry: just because it’s a music school doesn’t mean they have to play at night every day… right?
  • Your mind ran wild with insults and angry justifications for his behavior: He really let the “fame” get to his head, didn’t he. His band’s songs are lame anyways, whatever… 
  • But for the next month or so, your sleep was interrupted every day in the wee hours of the morning, after a few quiet hours from 10pm to then
  • Jaehwan and Sewoon thought you would be asleep by then, and resumed their practicing/singing/screaming
  • At first, you would confront the two every day, but after seeing absolutely no change (“we thought you were asleep sorry”), you just bought a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, which seemed to do the job (despite how uncomfortable it was sleeping with them on)
  • Other than those few meetings, you never met with Sewoon – the two of you just mutually and individually decided that talking with the other would not result in anything good
  • Jaehwan seemed politer though, and you always met him with a smile
  • But one night at the end of the first semester, you were surprised to hear a knock on your door – a switch from the times when you always used to bang on Sehwan’s door
  • You were getting ready to sleep, and opened your door… who was disturbing your nighttime routine?
  • It was Sewoon, looking like he hadn’t slept in days, looking like a crazy musician, and your expression immediately turned unpleasant
  • You were prepared to argue with him about whatever he had to say but fighting was apparently the last thing on his mind
  • “(Y/N), Jaehwan’s not here and I really need someone to run this piano verse by for an assignment due tomorrow; I need to experiment with the guitar while I hear it in the background, can you please help me I really urgently need this or I wouldn’t be asking” he rambled, some of his words completely incoherent
  • And how could you be angry at that? For the first time he looked not like this star of the school but instead like a normal college sleep-deprived kid, and you had to admit that was adorable
  • “Yeah, sure, let’s make it quick though,” you said, as he lead you into his room
  • “Sorry about the mess, I’ve kind of been busy lately,” Sewoon muttered as the two of you stepped around his strewn-about clothes and cans of energy drinks
  • You sat at the piano, where Sewoon set a piece of handwritten sheet music on its stand
  • Sewoon grabbed his guitar and sat on the bench, right next to you, your knees meeting under the piano
  • “Sorry about that (Y/N), I’d like to see the music as well,”
  • “It… it’s fine,” you mumbled, the words tumbling out of your mouth as a blush coated your cheeks: the position you two were in was… innocent but intimate
  • “Okay, you can start now,” Sewoon’s soft voice snapping you out of your daze
  • You began to sightread the music, and Sewoon’s guitar jumped out with random notes and chords, melting the sounds of both into a beautiful mixture that satisfied your ears
  • “Oh (Y/N), stop there hold on one second,” Sewoon breathed, grabbing a nearby pen and paper before he started furiously writing notes and rhythms
  • You were shocked at the sight: he really was a true musician, a genius even, and you didn’t understand the amount of effort he put into his songwriting until now
  • He asked you to play again suddenly, and he would pluck out the tune again in perfect harmony
  • At times he made you play a part over and over again before deciding if it was good enough, shocking you with how caring he was about a single measure, a perfectionist indeed
  • This pattern kept on going for hours: Sewoon asking you to play and then telling you to stop when inspiration hit him
  • Time flew by, and you had no idea how much fun you were having – sometimes you added in your own little flairs to the piece, causing Sewoon to add the bits he liked into the music permanently
  • Despite how much you two had despised one another, you made a good team 
  • Sometimes your arms would bang on one another’s while playing, causing the both of you to laugh when wrong notes were hit as a result
  • You really felt yourself enjoying the time you spent with him: as a performer, you practiced a lot, but you had never experienced how much creativity it took to write music
  • He wasn’t just this incredibly beautiful and popular guy: he was talented and hardworking as well, and you felt the respect for him welling up inside of you
  • In the middle of the morning, Sewoon was finally finished with his writing
  • “Thanks so much for your help (Y/N), I would’ve been up all night if it weren’t for you… it’s so much more time efficient when I don’t have to play both parts,”
  • “It’s no problem,” you mumbled back, glancing shyly at Sewoon in response
  • You two stared at each other for a moment, still right next to each other on the bench, before Sewoon’s gaze snapped away and broke the silence
  • “It’s already 2, you should get back to your room,”
  • What?? 2??? Already?? I haven’t even been here that long, you thought, before checking your phone and gasping in shock, making Sewoon laugh
  • You had given up your precious sleep to be with him, and for some reason you weren’t mad at all about that
  • You stood up, ready to leave, but the thoughts you’d been having escaped your mind and out your mouth
  • “That was actually kinda fun, sorry I stayed so late… if you need help in the future just let me know,” you said, immediately getting embarrassed at your own words
  • Sewoon hit you with that charming smile, replying that “it was fun, nighttime is actually when I write best, so this isn’t late for me, no worries”
  • “Oh that’s why you–” you began, realizing that all those noises at the middle of the night were literally Sewoon composing like he had been today
  • You felt like an asshole and quickly bid him goodnight before escaping his room and jumping on your bed to attempt to sleep
  • But even though it was the middle of the night, much past your bedtime, you couldn’t seem to stop your mind from racing and your heart from beating about what had just happened
  • From then on, instead of meeting Sewoon with a glare or ignoring him completely when you saw him, you would subconsciously sneak glances at him or smile or blush and get all fluffy inside
  • You two would actually talk sometimes now, making Jaehwan completely confused on what changed the relationship between the two of you so dramatically
  • You suddenly didn’t mind the nighttime music sessions, and you actually found yourself falling asleep to the sounds of Sewoon and Jaehwan’s voices singing together
  • You weren’t sure if you two were friends now and didn’t know if you should approach him again or what
  • But about a week later, Sewoon approached you himself, thanking you for your help and letting you know that he had aced the assignment
  • You envied his being able to come talk to you like it was nothing (but little did you know that Sewoon had been looking for an excuse to talk to you again after that night
  • “Oh, I’m glad everything worked out, you really worked very hard on that”
  • “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without your help, (Y/N),”
  • *cue awkward silence of twiddling fingers and stealing glances at one another
  • “Uh, so to repay you for that, if you want I can help you learn some guitar, it seemed like you were really interested that night,” Sewoon coughed out, nervously glancing at you (looking like a complete 180 (or 360 as ong would say) from his confidence-exuding stage presence)
  • “Oh, y-yeah sure that sounds fine, I mean I’d really like that,” you replied, this whole situation not making it any easier for you to focus
  • “Okay, Jaehwan won’t be here again tonight so just pop in when you’re free?”
  • “Sure, yeah, will do,” you replied, the both of you standing there for another second before waving goodbye and walking in different directions
  • For the rest of that day you couldn’t stop thinking about your meeting/lesson/date thing with Sewoon (what was it??) and zoomed back to your dorm after classes, stressing about what to wear and how you looked before giving up and settling for your normal sleep outfit
  • Don’t get ahead of yourself, (Y/N)
  • You had no idea how you had gone from hating this guy to now… whatever you felt about him, but either way you weren’t thinking about it
  • That evening, you knocked on Sewoon’s door, and he opened it for your eyes to be greeted with a completely cleaned room
  • “Wow, Sewoon, you clean up well,”
  • “I assume you mean the room, not me,” Sewoon laughed back at you, as you finally looked at him, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants lol
  • “You look really good too,” you let out accidentally, mentally kicking yourself as you caught Sewoon’s smile at your response, teasingly raising his eyebrows
  • The two of you walked into his room, Sewoon telling you to take a seat on his bed because that’d be the most comfortable place for you two to sit
  • He grabbed his guitar and sat next to you on the bed, immediately placing his guitar into your hands
  • “Uh, Sewoon, isn’t this your guitar,” you whispered nervously: it must be incredibly expensive, Sewoon was known for being extremely attached to and taking perfect care of his instruments
  • “It’s fine, (Y/N), I trust you, for now…” he replied, poking you
  • He started by teaching you the strings of the guitar and how to hold it, his fingers occasionally brushing yours, and his arm purposefully holding yours to demonstrate how to carry it
  • You felt his chest softly pressing against your shoulder and part of your back, and you thought that there was no way you would be focusing on the actual lesson
  • After that though, Sewoon let you play by yourself, you quickly picking up easy tunes like twinkle twinkle little star and hot cross buns (aw)
  • Your “lesson” thing lasted about an hour, and you actually started learning well – Sewoon was a great teacher
  • The lessons became a regular occurrence, happening most nights if not all, at the same time every day: Sewoon claimed that Jaehwan had an activity every night during that time anyway, so it’d be fine for you to come over
  • (what you didn’t know was Jaehwan was banished to a practice room or Youngmin/Donghyun’s room every night per instruction of Sewoon SLKDFJ LOL)
  • Sometimes your meetings would morph into a jam session, with you either playing like a n00b on the guitar or like a virtuoso on the piano, the both of you having a lot of fun together
  • One day Jaehwan got tired of having to wait forever to leave you two alone, and crashed your party, screaming “JUST DATE ALREADY WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO SUFFER FOR THIS”
  • “Wait, why are you suffering, Jaehwan,” you asked, unknowing of the situation
  • “SEWOON KEEPS KICKING ME OUT SO THAT HE CAN BE WITH YOU BECAUSE HE WON’T JUST TELL YOU ALREADY THAT HE–” Jaehwan exploded before Sewoon tackled him out of the room, slapping a hand over Jaehwan’s mouth, closing and hardlocking the door so that Jaehwan couldn’t even get in with his key LOL
  • “Sorry about that, (Y/N), I was going to tell you eventually but I guess he pretty much did the job for me,” Sewoon mumbled, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck
  • “I am honestly so confused right now, I barely could hear what was going on, Jaehwan honestly just seems psychotic,” you replied
  • “Oh, well…” Sewoon started, grasping one of your hands, “it’s pretty obvious but we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you’re a really good musician and really cute and I like you a lot,” Sewoon spewed out, as you stared in awe at his blushing face
  • He looks… adorable.
  • “UGH FINALLY!” Jaehwan screamed from outside the door (he must be listening lol), but the both of you ignored him (hah take that psycho)
  • “oh- oh? You do?” was all you managed to get out
  • “I mean, if you don’t like me that’s completely fine, I don’t have a problem with continuing to teach you guitar, I’ll just have to charge you now,” Sewoon laughed out, attempting at a joke as he let go of your hand
  • But instinctively you grabbed his hand with the both of yours
  • “No– no! That’s totally not it I mean I really like you too you’re practically a musical genius and you’re really nice to me even though I treated you like an asshole at first and–,” you awkwardly rambled, Sewoon cutting your words off by pulling you tightly into a hug
  • You expected him to say something, but all Sewoon was giggle like a fool and unlock the door for Jaehwan with one of his hands
  • “Hyung you can come in now,” letting Jaehwan fling open the door to find the two of you all cuddled up on one another
  • “EW I’M LEAVING THAT’S SO GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME” Jaehwan screamed, leaving the two of you alone again, laughing at whatever the hell just happened in the past 10 minutes
  • And that was that: you and Sewoon had somehow transformed from enemies to lovers
  • Lots of music dates, you willingly compromised your sleeping schedule to play music with Sewoon, sometimes writing your own
  • Guitar lessons continued, but… they became less innocent than before (I’ll let you decide what that should mean heh)
  • Nighttime karaoke was not unusual, and Jaehwan couldn’t resist participating
  • The two of you learned from one another, and brought different perspectives to writing and playing
  • You supported him at his concerts #1 fan lol and he always came to your piano performances 
  • so darn cuTe yay
  • Music truly does bring people together :’)))

Originally posted by sweetiezjj


A/N: OMG this ended up way longer than I thought it would. Must be because I tried to incorporate both requests LOL whooops

also ahHH I feel so bad for not posting more in the past few days – I had to finish up exit presentations for my job but NOW I’M FREE for the most part so I promise to be a good admin and finish up all these requests! Thanks for your patience once again!!

dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes

AKA THE SEQUEL TO “POEMS I WOULD WRITE YOU”

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART TWO

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo


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It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

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Inheritance | Pt. 2

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre:
hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
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Warnings:
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Notes:
This one is a lot shorter, but as I said originally this whole thing was meant to be one massive oneshot/two-shot, and I’m just splitting up the segments and publishing them separately so it’s not a massive rushed mess. ❤

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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Notes – Zach Dempsey x Reader

Summary: 13 Reasons Why. On tape number 7, as we all know, is the chapter of Zach Dempsey and the “joke” that makes Hannah with the note in her bag.

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 2590

Reader’s point of view.

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What were they debating? I listened to many voices, each giving their opinions on the subject that was written on the board. It had turned out to be a suggestion from some of us, anonymously, it might even have tried one of my ideas, but I was sure I had not written anything and put it in the teacher’s bag. I went back to reading the blackboard, drugs, which is so much seen and boring. As if none of those around me knew the subject perfectly, and worse, they had put it into practice. I shrugged and continued to scribble in my notebook as I listened word after word, it was unbelievable that some defended the fact of being killed that way, and they did it in front of an authority. What a bah, at last was the life of everyone.

The bell rang, I sighed, relieved that the torture was finally over. I didn’t complain about the class, it was good as long as the subjects were of the same quality. Not any nonsense that we have been informed since we have “enough maturity” to cover those issues. It was urgent for me to be in college.

“Remember to check your bags!” Exclaimed the teacher in a jovial tone.

I smiled, it was a little exaggerated enthusiasm. I knew how many notes I would have in my bag, maybe one or two, I was safer than one. To get rid of some sermon, Skye and I made a pact, I left a note in her bag and she did the same in mine. We were friends, not intimate but whenever we took the paper we were giving a look and smile of complicity. And there it was, unfolding the piece of paper with a simple hello and an emoticon :P I laughed and put it in my pocket. I had another, I unfolded it, Sheri, and another … Zach? I frowned, he had never left me a note; instead, I thought I didn’t even know i existed for him. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he checked his bag, on the contrary, I knew he was on this planet and at school. For a few seconds I noticed his face of disappointment and I waited patiently to get something out of his bag, but nothing, now understood the reason of his expression. What the hell? How could someone as known as Zach Dempsey, basketball star, not have a note? In what world had we fallen? As far as I was concerned, the sportsman was the most beloved, even a Troy Bolton in person.  I buffet in my interior, how curious.

I bit my lip. I had never stopped to leave a note to the aforementioned, I thought that, with so many that would have, mine would be one more of the pile and insignificant. Because i liked him a lot, but, i wasn’t a cheerleader or someone with a notorious talent. I hated it when Mom dragged me to gym classes. And give encouragement? I barely and could give them myself before stepping into this jungle every morning.

“Another rabbit?” I heard to my left.

I turned to see Sheri and Hannah smile at the small drawing the latter held in her hands. I smiled when I saw it, how funny and tender. Hannah started to laugh. Apparently it was not the first time she received one but she seemed to love it.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. Both girls turned to see me and nodded.

I left the room even without reading the little note of Zach, I was dying of the emotion to know that said but also filled with fear. The main rule of notes on paper bags was that they should only leave positive messages, so it was more or less certain, never really known.

At lunchtime I was sitting with some friends with whom I didn’t share many classes, but we got together from the first year and they were very nice companies. In my hand I still held the paper already wrinkled by my nerves. They all knew about the class I took and also my taste for a sportsman, almost everyone encouraged me to read it at one time, others, wanted to keep an eye on it and warn me if it was worth that I knew its content or if It was just a bunch of crap. In the end, I took courage and decided it was time, however, before opening the paper I heard an angry scream on the other side of the cafeteria.

I turned. Zach Dempsey was standing in front of the person who had heard the scream, when it moved, we all realized that it was Hannah Baker. The place was silent, making that moment more uncomfortable between the two of them, and even for me. I had never seen those two together and to be honest, the reaction I got wasn’t good at all, I mean, Hannah was really beautiful, I could not compare to her. I crumpled the piece of paper again and hid it in the depths of my backpack. Whatever I said there, it would only serve to excite me.

Zach left the cafe in silence, without turning to see anyone. I also did it, but on the opposite side from where he had left.

Two days later

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly stood up from the bench where I was resting with Skye. I had passed olympically from the cafeteria.

“What?” My friend seemed surprised by my reaction.

“I forgot my hearing aids in the communication class”

It was unforgivable that I would walk in this jungle without the faithful company of music. I just couldn’t believe I forgot them, they were my best friends. I said goodbye to her and I almost ran down the hall, there was a chance that I would never see them again and the money I had, I was saving for something else, if I invested in new hearing aids, I would have to practically start Of zero my savings, which wasn’t much by the way.

I dodged the people I ran into in the hallways. I looked like the devil’s soul, but I felt that with every second they were alone at my desk, more danger ran. I stopped to recover the air a few meters from the living room door. I wasn’t an athletic girl and this was too much of a stretch on my part, I needed to sit down soon.

When I looked to the front, I discovered that Hannah peered almost desperately into the classroom. I missed myself and I hit the lockers hoping to see what happened. She made several gestures, surprise, indignation but, at the end of all, sadness. But what was happening? I took a step with the intention of approaching her and investigating what she was spying … or who. Suddenly, the identity of the “stranger” was revealed. Zach came out of the classroom with a paper in his hands and the blank expression, almost guilty, seemed nervous. Had he finally received a note? So why his reaction like that?

“Why me, Zach? Why me?”

I jumped. I hadn’t realized how much the boy had advanced, but most of all, that Hannah had walked almost to my height. I felt her tear-filled eyes as she faced the boy for what to know. As in the cafeteria, we all fell silent, apparently this couple had a lot to show. I dared to look at Zach, even with the paper in his hands and his serious countenance, stopped in the middle of the hall and watched the one who had shouted at him, I couldn’t decipher the way he looked at her, but I could still feel guilty … Or maybe regret, it was hard to tell, Zach was a guy full of surprises.

Finally the tense atmosphere dissipated when he broke the bubble. He turned and left without even responding to Hannah. She turned, too.

“Hannah” I said without thinking, but she didn’t hear me and disappeared at one of the corners of the hall. I felt bad even though I didn’t know exactly what it was all about.

At the end of class, I decided that I didn’t want to go home soon and I remembered that for the moment the auditorium would be empty, the practices would not start for forty-five minutes, enough time to finish some homework or just read without the annoying murmurs Which were heard in the study area. I just wanted silence, to be with my music and the notebook in my lap. As I predicted, the place was empty, I smiled as I climbed the steps to be in the middle and proceeded with what I had planned, however, my concentration wasn’t in the equations in front of me, but rather in what had happened in the hallway does only a few hours. As I watched, Zach was a good guy, maybe something childish from time to time, but i couldn’t imagine that would bring against Hannah but above all, what will have done. I bit my pencil, he had a note in his hand when he left the classroom … What if it was not for him? What if it wasn’t from his bag? I bit the pencil harder, why did Hannah spy on him? why she? I got an idea of ​​what might have happened and maybe it would be related to what happened in the cafeteria.

My heart began to beat faster. I understood that he had some interest in her, of course. A hint of disappointment hugged me and I realized that I still hoped he would look at me, but how to do it if we have not even crossed words at any time? Or at least not to any class. I sighed.

I turned off the music on my phone, ready to leave. Being in school made me think about everything that happened here; At least at home I could be distracted by Netflix or loud music and hundreds and hundreds of homework. As he heard me around again, I heard the bounce of a ball, I looked up. Right in front of the basket I recognized Zach’s body, especially for the height. My heart raced on instinct and I hated it. So, I had two options, to leave like a ninja, that is to say, without being heard or to be seen, or to leave the shyness and cowardice and finally to speak to him. I bit my lip but cheered.

“Zach!” I exclaimed as I approached him.

He dropped the ball and turned to raise his eyebrows. Yes, I’m talking to you. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Hey, Y/N” He greeted me as if greeting one of his friends. Well, it was a start.

“You’re good? You look kind of annoying ”

Conversation. I really needed some conversation.

“I’m fine.” He hesitated a little. “Did you read my note?”

His note? Holy sh*t! I had completely forgotten, had to remain in my backpack, crushed by my books and other nonsense. I bit my lip. My face was a poem and I knew I had given the answer to his question when he chuckled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “It’s … it surprised me, I mean, I didn’t even think i existed for you”

“Why do you say that? You look like a great girl. I like your opinions in class, when the subject interests you”

I blushed. Zach Dempsey had watched me, and more than that, he seemed to know me at least a little of what I could have imagined after this conversation. I smiled. He was undoubtedly speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Y/N”

He took the ball and walked to pick up his backpack and jacket. What? Had that been our whole conversation? I stood there as he left, then noticed that a piece of paper had fallen to him.

“Zach, wait!” I shouted but not hoping to be heard.

I went to where he had collected his belongings and took that forgotten paper. I know I should not read it, not even open it, but I was curious, whether it was the one Hannah had been angry about or was simply a task that was aimed at there. Anyway, I opened it and read its contents. My heart was broken as I read every word Hannah expressed there, her feelings, emotions, how she was happy to receive his drawing of rabbit every time we had communication, as a small detail illuminated her interior … and that Zach had snatched her away, so my conclusions weren’t so far-fetched. Zach Dempsey stole the bag notes from Hannah Baker!

With tears in my eyes and anger at something that didn’t belong to me, I ran to the parking lot, I knew the sportsman’s car and I was glad to find him, but above all, to him without leaving. He was throwing his backpack into the back seats when I confronted him.

“Why did you do it, Zach?”

He looked at me confused. I handed him the note and he took it, deserved to keep it as a constant reminder of his acts of immaturity. All because of a rejection? I had lived with at least three and that wasn’t stealing valuable belongings from each of them. I clenched my hands in fists, perhaps mine were simple jealousy, that his attention was on her not me, or perhaps the actions he did. I didn’t know and I didn’t stop to find out.

“You didn’t have to read this, Y/N.” He shook the note in front of my nose and tucked it in his pants pocket.

“I didn’t, but I did. Why are you so cruel? Why do that?”

“It’s just silly, I don’t know why you take it so hard” He opened the driver’s door “Besides, it’s supposed to be Hannah who should be here, you have nothing to do with this”

“Did you at least understand what that letter meant?”

I hated a lot when someone hurt someone else’s feelings, especially in such a stupid act as the sportsman had carried out.

“I’m sorry, alright? Is it what you want to hear? I won’t mess with that stupid bag ever again”

“You don’t have to apologize to me” I said seriously.

“But at least it made you happy, didn’t it? What I wanted to get when you read my note”

“What?”

Zach got into his car and started off at full speed exiting the parking lot.  I was stony again, staring only at the smoke that the car had lifted when it left. Make me happy?

Hyperventilating I knelt on the floor and began to pull my things out of my backpack wanting to look for that note. When I finally found it I unfolded it, wanting to smooth it, but the pile of wrinkles indicated that that was already impossible. I felt a lump in my throat as I read what I had written.

You look pretty in that color. Maybe someday you want to go out with me, because I want to go out with you.

“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, reading those words more than once.

I looked back to where I had seen her car one last time and I felt like the dumbest person in the world. Why had not I read the note when I had the chance?

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Dive

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

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Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍

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Livestreams

A/N: This wasn’t requested at all, but I just had a sudden inspiration to write a platonic Tom/Harry/Harrison/Reader fic?? It’s 2500+ words long? Basically this is just Haz’s livestream but with the reader there too. There’s a lot of dialogue, which I apologize in advance for. Hopefully you guys like this, because it’s the first fic I’ve written about real people (I usually just write for fictional characters). I can also do a part two if you guys request it?? Um, that’s about it, really. So here’s the fic. Also I’m gonna tag @hufflepuffholland (I hope that’s okay with you, Charissa).

Watch Haz’s livestream here. 


It was a pleasant evening, the sun just beginning to set and the air not yet cold, and you were feeling rather relaxed. You were lounging in a chair on the patio, your eyes shut as you listened to the crackling of the fire and idle chatter of your friends.

“You know what we ought to do?” Harry said, prodding one of the slabs of steak that was cooking over the fire with a stick.

“What?” Harrison glanced up from his phone, where he was absentmindedly scrolling through his Instagram feed. Upon seeing Harry poking the steak, he scolded, “Stop that, mate, you’ll knock it in.”

Harry ignored Harrison’s warning and continued to jab at the meat. “You ought to go live,” he said.

“No,” you spoke up without opening your eyes, “That’s a shit idea. You definitely should not go live.”

“Why not?” Harry asked defensively.

“What if someone finds out where the house is? We can’t have a repeat of what happened in Georgia,” you pointed out. There was a pause, and although you couldn’t see them you assumed the boys were exchanging eyerolls. “Plus I look like shit, so. I don’t want to be on camera.”

But Harrison clearly didn’t share your concerns. “You look fine, Y/N,” he dismissed, “I’m going live.”

Your eyelids popped open and you gave the blond boy a hateful glare. “Harrison, you prick, don’t –”

Tapping something on his phone, Harrison shot you a shit-eating grin. “Too late.”

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Why as a Jonsa shipper I'm not threatened by Targcest and you shouldn't be either.

So last night in the wee hours of morn, my GoT soul sistah @everythingjonsa and I were fangirling and flailing -you know, the shipping norm. Somewhere between all that, we had some serious discussion. Some of it has been already been proposed, but with a possible Targbowl on the very near horizon, let’s recap anyway.

Let me start by saying this isn’t an anti-Dany post. I happen to LOVE The Mother of Dragons with the burning heat of a thousand suns! She started at rock bottom -literally as nothing more than chattel -a piece of property to be sold by her own brother for personal gain, to a man that started out as her rapist (because while I love Khal Drogo -facts are facts, my babies -and yes, rape can exist in a marriage). But before I delve too deep into that, let me rewind a bit.

This is going to be long and convoluted (because that’s how me and my scattered thoughts roll), so if you’ve got the patience for my rambling, read on!


So, a lot of people have their own theories and interpretations of what the song of ice and fire is to them. From season one, we’ve seemed to have been following along the parallel journey of two heroes. Both underdogs (and who doesn’t root for the underdogs???), both making mistakes and learning hard life lessons along the way, both whom never seem to be able to grasp onto any modicum of happiness for very long, and both losing their first loves tragically. Yet, we’ve watched them both grow stronger and more self-aware. Seems like TPTB (the powers that be) are purposely paralleling these two characters for a reason.

One of ice. One of fire.

They seem destined to meet up eventually - This “song” of ice and fire. And here’s where this ship was born.

So before we fast forward, let’s hit the rewind button a bit more, and head back to season 1 Dany, and her evolution from bullied baby sis, to “the next time you raise a hand at me will be the last time you have hands." Her time among the Dothraki have made her more confident, and the love she’s sewn with Drogo has fledged her out into a full blown Khaleesi. And when Visereys meets his miserable end, it seems pretty damn justifiable. In fact, any time that one of Dany’s foes meets a horrible end (especially in the earlier seasons) -it almost always does seem deserved, as they have usually revealed themselves to be miserable shits. Her brother, Mirri Maz Durr (the witch responsible for Drogo’s death and who cursed Dany), the King of Qarth and Doreah (the whore), the Master of the Unsullied, etc. There may be some I’m leaving out, but you get the point.

It wasn’t until later seasons that we see a cold cruelness begin to emerge from her -a sort of enjoyment in killing people -like the Master she had her Dragons burn alive in the crypts (and seemed to enjoy toying with the others watching while it happened), and the Khals in the temple. The Master she burned alive may have been innocent, but Dany didn’t care, she played judge, jury and executioner right on the spot -just as when she had other Masters crucified (even ones who spoke out about crucifying children, as Hizdahr zo Loraq pointed out). The killing of the Khals I can place in a more ambiguous light, because they were kind of dicks, although they didn’t start insulting/threatening her until she disrespected them and said they weren’t fit to lead the Dothraki and that she would take them for herself.

But here’s thing -if you were actually paying attention -go back to the beginning and rewatch ANY of the times someone has died at the hands of or indirectly by Dany, she has this crazed satisfied look on her face. It’s almost as if she enjoys killing people. 

I’m not negating the good things she’s done or tried to do. Her inherent need to abolish slavery isn’t wrong -it’s her methods of achieving it that I take issue with. And God forbid if you disagree with her methods? No one can argue that disagreeing with what the Dragon Queen perceives as wrong, usually puts you at the top of her flaming hit list. Sounds quite tyrannical, no?

Despite everything I’ve just said, I really do think that Dany constantly struggles to do the right thing -because she wants to be a good and just ruler, but it’s that damn dragon temper that gets in her way sometimes. Luckily, she’s always had level-headed advisers around her -Jorah, Ser Barristan and now Tyrion, and she does usually listen to them. But, what would’ve happened if they weren’t around?

On the other hand, we have Ser Ice himself, the honorable Jon Snow, who lives by the same code as the man who raised him, Ned Stark. And without making this meta impossibly longer (because I could drone on about Jon’s faults and wonderful qualities forever), two very stark (har dee har har, pun intended) differences I see between Dany and Jon are: while Jon has done plenty of his own killing in the series, he certainly doesn’t enjoy it. Even when he was executing the men who had murdered him - you could see by the look on his face vs. hers (burning the Khals).

He who passed the sentence, swung the sword, but this was painful for him -and prior to cutting the rope, he even let Ser Alistair have his last words. Jon is just and fair. Jon doesn’t want to be a leader, but he just keeps getting thrust into the position. Yes, he makes mistakes, but he does this whole leadership thing pretty well (aside from not listening to Sansa when he should). ;)

On the other hand …. we have Dany threatening to take back what’s hers with blood and fire. What makes it hers?

Baby girl ….you is the usurper, now!

So, the (hopelessly longwinded) point I’m actually trying to make is that I think they purposefully walked the line on this darker side of Dany, while always putting her in am ambiguous light because they WANTED us to root for her right alongside of Jon. They wanted us to think they were the song of ice and fire together, until ….They finally revealed to us that R+L=J

So if Jon’s the son of Rhaegar Targaryen (fire) and Lyanna Stark (ice) then Jon, and Jon alone is the song.

Dany is only fire. So where does she fit in? Despite all my rambling, I’m not necessarily sure that Dany will be the villain here. I certainly think she’ll be switching to an antagonist POV, though. Clearly, her and her Dragons have an important role to play in the war against the WW. I personally think she will have a huge part in saving Westeros at the cost of her own life.

Despite Jon having Targ blood, Jon is and always will be a STARK at heart. It’s who he is at his core -honorable and just, exactly like Ned.

So that’s what we came up with -maybe the huge twist is that Dany isn’t the hero we’ve all been following along and rooting for since season 1. Or maybe she is -just not in the way a lot of people are expecting. GRRM certainly loved to blur the lines between good and bad. Maybe she’s both?

So the point to all this? It’s why I don’t ship them. It’s why whether or not boatbang or Targcest (or whatever any of you want to call it) actually proves to be true and happens –it doesn’t threaten our ship in the slightest. So everyone take a collective chill and Jonsa on, mmmkay?

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Prompt: Loosely based off of ‘Love is a Mix Tape’ by Rob Sheffield which I read forever ago and vaguely remember.

Words: 1,122

Author’s Note: Fun fact, I picked this book long before Lin went on that rant about making mix tapes on Twitter. Do I know that boy, or do I know that boy? This prompt made me sad but the deadline made me push through! Thank you time constraint for forcing me to write angst!

Warnings: Character death due to disease. Cursing. Mild spoilers for thes book.

Askbox | Masterlist | HamWriters write-a-thon | My fics from this week!


Start with a hype track, something to get the juices flowing and the hearts bumping.

Eminem was the way to go - he knew your guilty pleasures well. The fact that you hadn’t stumbled across an Eminem track since early high school was not lost on him. Nostalgia was on his side. He added Lose Yourself to the playlist, knowing you could recite it from memory after all these years.

Even more hype. This is the build up, keep building! This is the pregame to the Superbowl and you were the starting quarterback.

Beyonce had to make a guest appearance, what was a mix tape without her on it? Nothing. Run the World it was.

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Dark Chocolate|2|M

Originally posted by ngocanne

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok 

Genre: Smut, minor fluff, and angst. 

Words: 6,190

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

Summary: You loved the taste of dark chocolate pretzels. They were salty, sweet, and just a little bit bitter. You found yourself indulging in these little treats more often than you should. Still, you couldn’t help but love the flavor, especially when licking them off of Hoseok’s lips. Your relationship with him was much the same. It was salty, like the taste of his cum leaking from his swollen cock. It was sweet like the moments spent giggling and telling each other stories while curled up on whatever surface you had landed on that night. It was maybe a little more than just a bit bitter, like the mornings you woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold but still wrinkled. Still, you couldn’t help but make weekly trips to the local candy shop and buy those tempting chocolate pretzels, just as you couldn’t help but buy a second bag for the man who could never be more than just a nighttime lover.  

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A/n: Wow this took me awhile to finally write! I hope you like this part as much as the last. Hopefully, it will quench your thirst~ Special Playlist

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anonymous asked:

hiii! i hope your requests are still open ;-; if they aren't you can totally just delete this! but can i request an AU for Woozi where he's like your school guide because you're a new foreign exchange student or something like that please ^^ If you can't I understand !! 💖💖 thank you i love your writing so much

let me have a go at the bullet aus im sorry if this sucks

  • so you’re a foreign exchange student and you’re walking around the campus where you’ll be spending the next couple of months
  • you got here early because you’re punctual like that and you’re lowkey afraid of being late to classes because you got lost (you may or may not have had recurring nightmares about that) around the campus
  • so since you’re early you decide to stop by this quaint little cafe beside the parking building and got yourself something to keep you up for the rest of the day
  • you struggle with the order but thankfully the cute barista with the hamster cheeks understood your heavily accented korean and even asked you what your major is
  • “music composition” you tell him, smiling a bit as he passes your order on to the second barista he called jun
  • “I have a friend in music composition!” he exclaims, handing you your order. “I’ll tell him to keep an eye out for you! Have a great day, y/n!”
  • So you give him a polite smile as you leave the cafe, struggling to balance your papers in one hand and your cup on the other
  • you walk around some more, trying to memorize which path leads to where and before you know it, it’s almost time for you to meet up with some guy named Jihoon who’s gonna be your school guide for the day
  • you continue walking as you try to pull you itinerary from your binder so you’re not really looking where you’re going
  • and guess fucken what
  • you bump into someone
  • and guess fucken who
  • it’s not jihoon
  • at least you hope not because you just spilled the contents of your cup on his crisp white shirt
  • “holy shit im so sorry!!!!!!!”
  • the guy lets out curses that would make a sailor blush
  • “watch where you’re going next time jesus fu-”
  • he shuts his mouth as a taller guy walks up to the both you, giving you a small smile before turning his cat-like eyes at the guy you spilled your drink on
  • “what happened, jihoon?” he asks and your eyes widen at the name
  • you begin apologizing in english before you realize they probably can’t understand you so you switch to korean but by then you already got confused so you keep mixing korean and english and you’re about to cry because holy shit you just spilled your drink on the guy who was supposed to help you around and he’s looking at you all angry and stuff and it doesn’t help that he’s really cute
  • “hey hey calm down” the taller of the two says and there’s a soft tone to his voice that makes your heart beat a little slower and within seconds you find yourself calming down and then you realize that he spoke in english
  • “can you please tell him im sorry and i was just on my way to meet him because he’s my school guide and im sorry…………” you trail off, pleading eyes fixed on the guy who speaks english as he turns to jihoon
  • they speak for a while and you can make out stuff off the conversation like
  • “oh great i get stuck with the one who can’t even learn the damn language, how do they expect to study at a korean university if they can’t even learn the goddamn language”
  • “be nice, they’re trying! and they’re new you can’t expect them to learn it right away. it took me years before i got really fluent. and it’s the same for you with english so don’t start with me jihoon”
  • “fine. whatever. you got an extra shirt in your car? this is my last clean out”
  • “i’ll tell them you’ll be right back, just go change.”
  • joshua, the guy who speaks english as you picked up from their conversation, hands jihoon his car keys and he gives you a glare before he walks to the direction of the parking lot
  • “he hates me, doesn’t he?” you say, not really asking
  • “he’s just like that. don’t worry about it. bring him coffee next time and he’ll forget this ever happened.” joshua smiles at you before saying he had to go to class and just wait for jihoon to return
  • when jihoon comes back dressed in an oversized sweater and a frown on his (really really cute) face, you decide to apologize as well as you could and he only nods at you in acknowledgement before he starts walking towards the building which you assume are for performing arts majors
  • the rest of the tour goes smoothly despite the rocky start and you even catch jihoon’s lips tugging upwards when you cracked a joke
  • you get to the piano practice room where a grand stood in all it’s glory in the middle and your hands are itching to touch the glistening ivory keys
  • you turn to your school guide to ask whether students are allowed to use it when you see him already looking at you. he must have seen the way you were looking at the piano as if it held all the wonders of the universe
  • “do you play?” he asks
  • “huh?” there’s something in the way he speaks that just makes korean harder to understand and you wonder whether he has an accent or something
  • you see him roll his eyes at your confusion and you glare at him
  • “you know I’m getting really tired of you rolling your eyes everytime I speak like it’s hard, okay, and i’m trying so stop being such a jerk”
  • you don’t know if the look he gives you is because he’s taken aback by your outburst or because he couldn’t understand your probably poorly worded and grammatically wrong speech but you couldn’t care less
  • you walk towards the grand piano, looking at the school guide as a silent permission to use it and he nods so you start playing
  • and when the melody starts filling the room, everything strange suddenly feels familiar and the homesickness melts away because for you
  • music is home
  • you become too engrossed in your playing that you don’t notice jihoon sit down on the stool right beside you and he’s just looking at you
  • and of course he noticed how attractive you are when you bumped into him but he tried not to think about it until now but seeing you looking so comfortable playing an unfamiliar song on the piano that is unofficially his since no other student would dare touch it
  • he couldn’t help but see how beautiful you were
  • he blinks when you stop playing, finally noticing the boy beside you and the flush in his cheeks (that you totally don’t find adorable) brightens and he turns away, clearing his throat
  • “you, uh, you play good. well. really well.” he says awkwardly
  • “thanks…….?”
  • “yeah. so. like. what song were you playing….?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck
  • “oh it’s actually an original.”
  • “it’s amazing, wow, you’re really talented.” he says, the awkwardness slowly dissipating as you both get to talking about music, a common ground between the both of you
  • “not to brag but i’m considered the best student here when it comes to music composition…..” he says, fully bragging and you laugh
  • “that was before i came here, jihoonie, so we’ll see.”
  • you can’t tell but his heart totally flutters at the nickname
  • “we’ll see. we gotta get to class now but how about we meet again here tomorrow morning?” he says, eyes trained on the keys in front of him
  • “i’d like that” you smile at him and even though you both struggled to understand each other through words, you found a familiarity in music and for now that was enough
  • you come by the practice room the next morning to see jihoon already there. you hand him the cup of coffee just as joshua had suggested and the smile he gives you make you feel warmer than any hot beverage could have and you just became friends after that
  • he introduces you to his friends, including the barista with the cute hamster cheeks who wasted no time in teasing the both of you and you’re like
  • asdfghjkl stahp it
  • but you kind of hope jihoon will take that as a damn sign and just ask you out already jfc the kid’s oblivious
  • (he eventually does tho with a song he composed just for you asdfghjkl its very cute)
rebuttals to bighit  defenders and jin antis

This so-called “borderline emotional abuse” of calling someone fat is very common in Korea and East Asia as a whole.

Doesn’t mean it still hurts to be called fat. Especially when the standard is to look slim.

This whole business about lines needs to fucking stop. Do you see One Republic fans making a big deal out of “line distribution” because Ryan gets all the “lines”? In fact, I don’t think their fans could give a flying fuck as to how many seconds or how much screen time each member gets on their own instrument.

Um sorry this is one of the worst arguments I’ve seen in my life. 1) The KPop industry and the American music industry are completely different in terms of management and artists (auditioning to be put in a group vs starting off on YouTube) and 2) OneRepublic is a band, BTS is a boyband for lack of better words. You can’t compare the two. Ryan is the lead singer because everyone else has there roles. Jin is a vocalist and visual but he barely gets lines or screen time. You can’t compare the two. 

What is line distribution when it comes to how a song sounds? Is Jin really good enough of a dancer to be at the front? Over Jimin, who majored in dance, and Hoseok, who toughed it out in the underground? Jungkook, who can self-teach himself Chris Martin choreographies? Fans might want Jin to get more lines or more dance parts or more screentime or more attention or more respect but this “A+ for effort” “medal of participation” is not going to work if BTS wants to keep going higher.

Please tell me there are two arguments in this. A song sounds different because of line distribution. Have you ever heard the studio version of “Spring Day” compared to the live version where Hobi actually had lines and Jin had more? And how much happier ARMYs were? I didn’t see fans complain about giving Hobi and Jin more lines, so why can’t we get this all the time? Plus Jin is a “good enough dancer.” He’s not the best like Dance Line, but he keeps up with them, and depending on the choreography, he can be really good. I don’t see you trying to learn the choreography plus sing and remember transitions and positions at the same time. 

Jin has the most popular VLives

y I K E S fam, you need to go fact check. Jin once wanted to completely cancel EatJin because no one was watching. And um, if you actually look on VLive, Jungkook bY FAR has the most popular VLives and HE’S HAD TWO. One is at 3 million and the other is at 2.7 million. 

We have sent nearly abusive hate to BigHit over Seokjin.  

Yeah, but here’s the thing: BigHit is a company, an object, while Jin is a human being with feelings.So what if we sent BigHit nearly abusive hate to Seokjin? As a company needing to sell to people, they respond to what consumers want. And as of right now, ARMYs want more of Jin–which makes perfect sense to send in our complaints. ARMYs want more Jin because they want him to have more love–doing our jobs as ARMYs to love him. Plus it’s not like all fans are respectful anyways, so of course there are some “abusive hate.” Or just the fact that Jin and OT7 stans are sick and tired of seeing Jin robbed of his main roles in BTS: vocalist and visual. It seems like he’s the special backup at this point. Copied from my reply to this post)

Logically saying, BigHit will distribute BTS’ lines according to, first, how many people will be pleased if this person receives these lines; and second, the ability of the member in singing/rapping/expressing that line.

If this is the case, Namjoon should have waaaaaay less lines than he does because he’s always voted as the last favorite member. Don’t believe me? Just look at the amount of fancams and views Namjoon has on his focus videos, vlives, lyric videos, and music videos. They’re always less by hundreds of thousands. And Tae should have waaaaaaay more lines because he’s really really popular with the younger audience, even rivaling with Jungkook (that Billboard poll where Tae beat JK by 6%) So whatever BigHit is doing, it’s wrong anyways. Plus they’re all singers/rappers? They’ve trained for a couple of years and actually debuted? They’re artists? And as artists, changing style to improve is a must, meaning all of them has the ability to sing anything given to them. “Even if it doesn’t fit their voice.” Because look, Jin’s voice is better for ballads right? And it really is, listening to “Arirang” and “Awake.” But where are his lines in “Butterfly”? And Jin absolytely slayed “Come Back Home” when that song “doesn’t fit his voice.” 

bighit WILL distribute lines and mv solos according to a member’s popularity. we cannot expect the company to just hand out equal parts to the members because that’s not how their system works

We have to expect the company to change. Isn’t BTS about fighting for the oppressed? Their whole existence strives on trying to change things for the better. Do you not listen to their songs? They’re always like “fuck the system, I’ll do it my way.” And as an ARMY, we’re here to change how BigHit treats Jin. Especially because he’s someone dear to us. Honestly, what kind of ARMY are you if you’re not defending each and every one of them. 

He’s the visual.

pUHLEEZE We know he’s the visual. So where is his screentime in “Not Today”? If he’s the visual shouldn’t he also be in the middle of the official lineup and appear a little more often center stage when dancing? He’s also a vocalist I hope you’re not forgetting. He’s not just the visual. 

stay in your lane

dafuQ, BTS’S HEALTH AND APPRECIATION IS OUR LANE

It’s hard to find a suitable amount of lines for 7 members.

Well rap line is even enough, right? And um, Jungkook usually has 1 minute to a 4 minute song while Jin has 10 seconds (and Tae all the growling parts). I don’t think it’s that hard to do the math there. Heck, switch Jin and Jimin for the high notes so us Jin/OT7 stans and sleep better at night. 

He has the worst vocal technique in the group.

Well that’s debatable to a certain degree because at the end of the day, Jin is still a singer, he debuted with everyone else, and probably can sing better than you. Plus giving Kookie/Jimin more lines isn’t helping them either. It causes them to work harder to preserve their voice while performing and just adds more pressure to them.

Don’t blame other members.

We’re not. Maybe a little bit because they could at least speak up (because what would BigHit be without BTS), but a true ARMY loves all of them to pieces but still acknowledging that they’re still human and can make mistakes as well as decisions. We’re just bringing them into the conversation to compare because it really isn’t fair to Jin to get the least amount of everything. It just strengthens are argument for Jin to receive more love and if it ever gets fixed, we’ll just go back to loving the members all the same.

BigHit is an angel compared to other companies.

yes BigHit is an angel compared to other companies, but it’s not helping your argument. Maybe if SM is treating their groups bad, using BigHit is a wonderful example to convince to SM that they need to change. But this is Jin we’re talking about, a human being chasing after his dreams, not a company. I think that says enough, right?

Rather than complaining, we should be happy that BTS is doing this for us. All the members deserve the same love.

hmmm I don’t see you defending that Jin (and Namjoon and Hobi) needs more love or that you’re giving it to them. Plus what kind of ARMY are we if we’re not happy that they’re doing it for us. 

BTS distributes the lines

yeah um, that’s a lie and you know it. These boys love each other to pieces and constantly hype each other up, do you really think they’d only give Jin two lines each song?


Honestly, just let us protect our boys and give them what they deserve rather than denying straight fact. (Let’s trend #GiveJinMoreLines2k17 okay? :D)

Ease - Part 17

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.1k (sorry)

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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It became a habit, checking your phone every few minutes to see if there was a text, if there was a missed call. But every time, there would be nothing. Then that same old bitter feeling settled in your stomach, and it became harder and harder to focus on the essay you were writing. Eventually, you gave up and sat back, staring at the paper but not quite seeing it.

It was the day of the competition: the day you’d been waiting for for months, but it wasn’t going quite how you’d imagined it back then. Instead of getting ready excitedly with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi, you were sat in your room tearing your hair out at the memory of Taehyung walking away from you with a betrayed look in his eyes. You’d told Jungkook what had happened, and how Taehyung’s parting words and the lack of communication confirmed that he’d dropped out of the dance, and Jungkook didn’t seem at all surprised.

“He can sulk for a long time,” he had explained, wincing as he walked into his kitchen, his ankle still causing him pain. “After so many years of knowing him, hasn’t he ever done that before?”

You had said he hadn’t, because when you fought, it never lasted long. Over the years, you’d relied on his forgiving nature, but this time was different. He knew how much this dance meant to you and Jungkook, so if he was willing to let it all fall through, he was seriously hurt. You didn’t blame him.

Yoongi had texted you that morning, asking whether Taehyung had given in and if you would be performing, and your eyes stung slightly as you typed out a simple no. You hadn’t forgiven yourself for what happened, so you didn’t expect Taehyung to either. For the past couple of nights, you’d eaten your way through several tubs of ice cream in front of the TV, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates crept around you, not disturbing your binge and letting you eat your feelings away. However, on the day of the competition, it didn’t seem to be working, so you sat down to get some work done. Which also wasn’t working.

You had no energy left in you to win Taehyung round. Deep down, you knew keeping that secret from him would hurt in the long run, but you didn’t realise how much it would hurt. Everything seemed so futile, and it left you feeling empty. You had to force yourself to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, but your mind never once strayed from Taehyung.

As you stared out of your window at the cloudless sky, your phone began vibrating angrily against the wooden desk. It flashed up with a name, and your heart sunk when you realised it wasn’t Taehyung. It was your mother.

“Hey,” you answered, switching to English.

Y/N! You haven’t called recently, is everything okay?” came her chirpy yet slightly worried voice.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed, eyeing the bin that was full of empty ice cream tubs. “How’s home? Did you get the money I sent you?”

“I did, thank you. It’s all been sorted with the rent, so don’t you worry about that. You’ve done us a massive favour. Thank you, Y/N, honestly. But I was mainly calling about something else. I wanted to ask you about Taehyung…”

You took in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever idea she’d come up with. Usually she’d ask you to invite him to some family outing that she’d spontaneously planned, whether it be a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip in town. Excuses popped into your head to get out of asking Taehyung without arousing suspicion as your mother continued talking.

“It was quite strange. I was making a quick trip to the market to pick up some groceries, and I could’ve sworn I saw Taehyung walk past. So I called out his name, just to be sure, and he turned and looked around. He didn’t see me, but it meant I could see his face and it was definitely him. Has something happened in his family? Surely he’s missing classes by coming home.”

“What?” you asked flatly, standing up suddenly and sending your chair clattering to the floor. The door to Yeona and Mijung’s room opposite you opened, but you ignored it. “He’s in Daegu?”

“I saw his mum, but of course, I didn’t want to be insensitive so I just asked if Taehyung had some time off. She said he hadn’t, and I didn’t push her any further than that. Plus, I don’t speak enough Korean to ask anything else. Tae looked really sad, too, bless him.”

“He’s in Daegu,” you repeated hollowly, just as your bedroom door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Yeona.

“Can you keep-”

“I’ve got to go,” you said down the phone, cutting off Yeona’s attempt at a scolding.

Not looking her in the eye, you brushed past Yeona as you hurried towards the front door, your mind in turmoil. Was it really that bad that Taehyung had to go home? Or was it something else? You had no idea, but you were certain that either Jin, Namjoon or Jungkook did.

Really, all you needed to do was send a text to Taehyung’s housemates, but you didn’t want to stick around to be told off by Yeona, and you weren’t doing anything else productive, so you began pacing it towards Taehyung’s house in the hot spring morning.


Taehyung’s house was loud with noise when you arrived, as they were all singing along to a song playing on Jungkook’s phone. Jimin standing in the mix, which took you aback slightly as he danced next to Jungkook and sang his heart out.

“Jimin,” you said bluntly, catching his attention. His face split into a grin as he ruffled his silver hair, but you couldn’t understand why he was there and Taehyung wasn’t, so your smile back was weak. “Where’s Taehyung?” you asked him.

Jimin just shrugged, so you turned the question onto the other boys. Jungkook paused the music so you could be heard properly, resulting in a few grumbles from the others. After repeating yourself, however, you were met with silence.

“Taehyung? I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” said Jin finally, beginning to frown.

“Nor me,” added Namjoon. “Although I heard him bashing around in his room for a bit, but nothing else. We thought he was with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide as he realised something was up. It was such an innocent look that you understood why he got away with annoying Namjoon so often.

“Taehyung’s gone home,” you explained sadly, hoping against all hopes that you weren’t the sole reason for his unexplained departure. “He found out that I knew about Yeji.”

“Knew what about Yeji?” asked Jin quizzically, the same confused expression on his face as Namjoon. “Wait, is this to do with the thing that you kept from him? When he told you he liked you before you met us in the park?”

Slowly and hesitatingly, you explained the whole situation, with the help of Jungkook and Jimin. You watched as Namjoon and Jin’s faces turned from confused to angry to sorrowfully understanding as you talked, your burdens lifting off your chest as you did so. It was shameful describing what you did, especially to your friends who had always been so kind and considerate . Jungkook and Jimin also looked embarrassed, as they too had kept the same thing from Taehyung, but there was no doubt in your mind it was your responsibility. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend.

“… and now because of that, Taehyung’s gone back to Daegu and I can’t compete in the dance competition,” you finished, looking around at the others and waiting for them to say ‘it’s your own fault’ or ‘what’s done is done’. Because it was true: there was nothing else you could do.

Strangely, however, Namjoon seemed to believe differently. “Well, you need to go bring him back for the competition.”

You just blinked several times, not quite expecting that response. “I need to do what?”

“I’m not seeing all your hard work go down the drain, just because of some silly misunderstanding,” declared Namjoon. “I understand why Taehyung was mad, but it’s plain unfair to ruin this for you. I say drive down to Daegu, apologise, and tell him to get his ass back to Seoul.”

Laughing at the absurdness of it all, you shook your head. “If he’s upset enough to go home and miss classes, then he’s not going to come back if I simply say sorry. Plus, I can’t drive.”

“Jin does.”

“It’s broken down,” mumbled Jin, his face downcast. “Why do you think I’ve been looking after Jungkook? I’m not doing this out of kindness, you know.”

“How about… train!” Namjoon called out triumphantly.

Again, you shook your head. “Too expensive. I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I was just coming to check if there was another reason that he might’ve left, but I guess not. I’ll see you guys later.”

Walking towards the front door, you almost made it to the handle before a hand on your shoulder pulled you back. Wheeling around, you saw Namjoon standing right behind you, his dark eyes pitiful as he smiled softly.

“Don’t give up, okay?”

Looking down at your shoes, you tried not to let your face go red. “Namjoon, it’s too late. I’m tired of chasing him.”

He just chuckled lightly, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before letting go and walking away backwards. “It’s never too late to fight for something,” he said, turning around and leaving you standing there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do next.


Going back to your house, you walked into the main sitting area and almost burst into tears then and there. Instead, you gulped heavily to rid the stone from your throat and sank down onto one of the sofas, cuddling a cushion in your lap. How could you fight for a lost cause?

“Y/N! It’s your turn to do the-” Jiwon paused as she saw your stricken face, not knowing how to react. You didn’t bother looking in her direction, as your mind was elsewhere and you couldn’t be bothered to bring it back. Instead, you let her slowly remove her body from her bedroom and tentatively move towards you, her slippers dragging on the wooden floor.

“Is everything okay?” she asked quietly in a high-pitched tone.

When you didn’t respond, she disappeared for a minute, but returned with reinforcements. Before you knew what was happening, all three girls were sitting around you, eyebrows upturned in worry.

“You’ve been acting really weird recently,” commented Mijung bluntly, her ponytails jiggling about furiously as she fidgeted about next to you. “What’s the matter?”

That’s all it took for you to completely spill everything. For so long, you’d been keeping things to yourself and suffering quietly, but you were on a roll. For the second time that day, you told your secrets. You told them all about Taehyung, about how you fell in love over the years, about the dance competition, and all the way up to how you messed up by keeping too many secrets. It felt wrong at first, as your housemates were the last people you thought you’d tell about anything, but eventually you were glad you did. Mijung wrapped her arms around your shoulders while Yeona and Jiwon mothered you with blankets, as well as making sympathetic noises and offering their support.

“We had no idea,” muttered Yeona. She seemed genuinely distressed, which contradicted her usual grumpy aura. Although you had been told it was because she worked so hard, your opinion of the older girl never changed until that moment.

“So, you fancy Taehyung, and he was going to dance with you, but he’s gone back to Daegu because you upset him,” stated Mijung, summarising your points, “and you can’t fetch him and bring him back to Seoul because you can’t drive. Right?”

“Why don’t you text him?” asked Jiwon.

“He’s ignoring them. I don’t think it’s something you can sort out over text, anyway,” you sniffled.

“I can drive.”

Your hanging head lifted to look at Jiwon, mouth falling open slightly.

“I was in a similar situation with my boyfriend,” she explained, fiddling with the corner of a cushion. “I kept secrets because I was scared he would judge me if he found out. It almost ruined things completely.”

“You’d be willing to drive down to Daegu for me?” you spluttered incredulously.

“This will be so fun!” squealed Mijung, clapping her hands. “Road trip!” Standing up, she hurried to her room, but Yeona and Jiwon didn’t question it. You wondered if they ever bothered questioning Mijung’s actions.

“But you… don’t like me?”

“Nonsense,” Yeona laughed loudly. “Sure, you’re noisy, but you’re not so bad. Us housemates have got to stick together, right? And if Y/N’s in a time of need, then it’s our duty to help out.”

“It’s a long drive,” you argued, not quite believing your luck.

“How long will it take to drive?” Yeona asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“About three hours,” you responded, quickly glancing at Jiwon to see if she was frowning or not. Luckily, she nodded, and internally you cheered.

This was really happening, you thought to yourself. At the start of the year, you never would’ve thought that your housemates were willing to make an impromptu road trip to the other side of the country, just so you could participate in a dance competition. Scratch that, you wouldn’t have even thought that would ever happen an hour ago.

“We’ve got to plan this out,” instructed Yeona, immediately taking charge. “If we leave now, we’ll make it by mid-afternoon, leaving Y/N… not very long to win round Taehyung. By the time we get back to Seoul, the show would just be starting, if Y/N’s quick.”

“Sounds good to me!” cheered Mijung, coming back from her room with a crate of food. “I’ve got the provisions.”

“How…” began Jiwon, trailing off as she stared at the pile of snacks and drink cans that Mijung was struggling to carry, her small frame leaning backwards slightly to support the mound of food. Turning back to Yeona, she added, “We’ll be cutting it fine, won’t we?”

Yeona nodded. “Y/N, you’re going to have to be quick. Jiwon, you need to push the speed limits where you can, because if you’re late for shows like this, they don’t let you perform at all. They’re really strict on schedules.”

Adrenaline filled your body as you realised what you were about to do. Could you make it? The excitement pumped in your blood at the thought of dancing with Taehyung on stage, but it was a distant dream. If you didn’t have long to talk, you might not be able to convince him at all, and you didn’t want to waste people’s time by driving down to Daegu for nothing. But you wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook proud. After messing with his emotions for so long, it was the least you could do for him.

The girls began packing up the car while Yeona gave out strict orders on directions if there was traffic. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing they were going out of their way to help you. It was strange how their personalities began to show, too. For so long, you’d assumed that both Jiwon and Yeona were crabby and snarky, and Mijung was slightly crazy, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out differently. Jiwon was slightly nervous, but seemed extremely intelligent, Yeona was a natural leader, as she was calm and in control, and Mijung was a devotee for food and seemed to have a positive outlook on absolutely everything. Your spirits were lifting by the second, knowing that your housemates weren’t completely heartless, and that you might still have a shot at the competition. And a shot at fixing things with Taehyung.

This might solve everything, or could be a complete disaster.

And you hoped and prayed it was the first.


An hour later, you were driving down the highway, Yeona sorting out timings and Mijung with you in the back asking you endless questions about Taehyung. The car was a mess already, with sweet wrappers everywhere and a strong smell of vanilla wafting through the air, despite the air con being on full blast. There was also a sticky residue near your feet, which you believed was Mijung’s fault, as during a two minute pit stop her drink went from full to almost empty, but she denied the accusations. Despite the litter crunching under your shoes, it was quite comfortable sinking back into the chair and letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window.

“Basically, you both like each other, and neither of you knew for years?” she asked, sucking on a lollipop that turned her lips blue.

“He was subtle about it,” you explained. “It was only when my friend pointed it out, I realised. I don’t know, I guess I just thought he was being friendly.”

“I wish you’d told us sooner. I would’ve immediately told you he was flirting. I have a romantic eye” said Mijung proudly.

You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to become friends, but more because of the rudeness and constant scolding you received had put you off. Although they were never your dream housemates, and they were nothing compared to what Taehyung had, but they were helping you do something that was completely insane, and you were eternally grateful.

Eventually, a couple of hours later, the buildings started becoming familiar as you reached the outskirts of Daegu, and you began directing Jiwon towards your house. You passed fields and small farms, all of which brought you nostalgia of the times where everything was so much simpler. A time when there was no heartbreak, no confusion, no secrets. High school was extremely stressful, as you were working well into the night just to get a good grade, so even though you’d never go back, you still missed how your life was back then.

“What are you going to say to him?” Mijung asked softly, as if she knew you were growing more and more nervous as you drew closer.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes out of the window and watching the trees and bushes flash by. “I guess sorry would be a start.”

“Don’t panic,” she reassured. “If he really loves you, he’ll let you in.”

Something told you she wasn’t talking literally.

#1 Auston Matthews [Part 3]

Can you make a part 3 of the first Auston matthews imagine?

yes part 3 for the auston one!!

tbh i got tired of decimals

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

will be TWO more parts and then i swear im done. 

look how cuddly he looks

Warnings: language??

Song suggestion of the day: monsoon by hippo campus

Originally posted by werenskiz

To be honest, this was not how you’d expected your week to go. You were currently seated in the back of the car with your furious best friend in the drivers seat, too angry to even speak. It’d been about three weeks since the kiss that you and Auston had shared and to be honest, neither you, nor Auston, had done much about the whatever-it-was between you, since then. At least now you had an idea why.

The day had started fine with you, Mitch and Auston sat in Mitch’s living room with Marns flicking aimlessly through the TV as he waited for his girlfriend to finish getting ready. Auston was nudging your foot slightly with his from his spot on the other couch, smirking slightly as he watched the screen and you attempted to ignore him.

“Stop!” you whined with a laugh as Mitch finally switched off the TV. Auston only grinned wider and Mitch huffed, narrowing his eyes at the two of you and stalking off into the kitchen. Mitch knew that you and Auston were now a…whatever-you-were, but his suspicious looks were beginning to creep you out.

“Matts, can you give me a hand with this?” Mitch called from the kitchen as Steph finally walked into the living room, tying her long blonde hair up as she plonked down into Auston’s recently vacated seat.

“What?” Steph questioned, picking up on your continual stare.

You shrugged, dropping your gaze. “Mitch is acting weird. He literally just asked Auston to help him.”

Mitch had made a point of doing everything for himself after his concerns of being ‘too small for the NHL’. He’d also become sort of diet obsessed for a bit, but you didn’t dwell on that.

“He probably wants bro-time.” Steph shrugged, scooching down to the other end of the couch, closest to the kitchen to see if she could hear the boys. You scrambled after her, straining slightly to catch Auston’s hushed tone.

“-the fuck do you mean, ‘what are my intentions with her?’ you’re not her dad, marns.” 

“Well you’re acting like it never happened. What the hell am I supposed to think?!” Mitch retorted in a whisper. “She’s as good as family. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to set us up? The fuck, marns?!”

“Well I’m sorry if I actually believed for a moment that you could be a good person!”

“you’re saying I’m a bad person because I don’t have a girlfriend?”

There was a beat before Mitch spoke again, his voice dangerously quiet. “She’s like a sister to me, Matts. She’s your friend too. I don’t care if you don’t want a girlfriend. Hell, I don’t care if you want to keep wheeling ten different girls but at least have the decency to-”

You’d stopped listening after that. Steph was staring at you wide eyed and pitiful. Okay, you’d known auston had a reputation but the way he’d kissed you that night… You shook your head, god you were so stupid.

The car ride to the game was uncomfortably tense. You hadn’t realised that Auston’s hand had been resting on your knee for a majority of the trip till he removed it and shuffled away from you slightly. Steph was glancing pointedly at Mitch every so often and the boys weren’t speaking to each other.


The game was almost as painful as the car trip back home. The leafs had lost. Embarrassingly. You and Steph had waited by the locker rooms only to bear witness to Auston’s spontaneous make-put session with some girl you didn’t recognise, and Mitch’s subsequent spontaneous combustion. Needless to say you, mitch and steph drove home without auston. Mitch was angrier at himself than anything else, ranting until he ran out of words and just sat there glaring at the road.

You and steph thought it best to just stay quiet until you got back to Mitch’s place, where mitch sulked for another hour before steph finally got fed up.

“If anyone should be angry it’s Y/N” steph interjected. “and you don’t see her throwing a fit.”

Mitch ignored her statement and glanced at you before turning his attention back to his girlfriend. “Do you know how cute they would have been if he would just admit he’s afraid of commitment and stop being a tool?!”

“Mitch,” you tried quietly. “Calm down. I’m fine. He’s made his choice. We’re all adults now.”

Still unsatisfied, Mitch resigned to grumbling under his breath every now and again but otherwise said no more on the subject.

“Let’s watch a movie or something.” Steph suggested. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and mitch nodded reluctantly. “Fine.”

Truthfully, you really just wanted to curl up and cry yourself to sleep but you knew if you cried in front of either of your friends they would straight up kill Auston. Despite how hurt you were over this whole thing, that was the last thing you wanted. Hopefully, mitch would gt over this soon and stop tearing a rift in the team, because the friction between him and auston was really doing them no favours. But fuck, did it hurt.

Playing With Fire | Yunhyeong [M]

Originally posted by i-kont

Warnings:  This is not a sweet smut. It involves semi-public sex. Forced silence will occur as well as spanking, slight dom/sub themes, and a bunch of other stuff, including but not limited to: mentions of alcohol use, cunnilingus, and praise. Yeah… If you haven’t been scared off by the warning then happy reading.

Word count: 3.0k+ (i like sex with a plot fam)


“Hey, easy on the champagne,” Yunhyeong warns as he sits down his own glass and pulls the near empty flute from your lips.

“I’m not a fucking child Yunhyeong.” You spat. A small bit that you hadn’t yet swallowed falls from your mouth and takes purchase on your bottom lip.

He scoffs, “I don’t remember saying you fucking were.“


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2 AM (m)

pairings: park jimin | reader, mention of min yoongi | reader
genre: lovers to strangers au / angst, smut 
warnings: heartbreak, phone sex
word count: 3,024
description: all your favorite things happened at 2 AM. unfortunately, time flew until before you knew it he was gone like the hour.
author’s note: this is based on a personal experience of mine. just ventured through some old feelings. re-uploaded!

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Happiness Can’t Be Arranged, Chapter 4

For @glindalovesshoes​ who requested Regina caring for Roland when he’s sick; and for the anon who requested Regina overhearing Robin defending her to his father.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

Thanks to @mearcats for looking it over and finding all my ridiculous errors :)

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MX: Serenading their S/O

Hi! May I request for a MX scenario (w/gifs) where they serenade to their S/O on the spot because the mood was right and then run away embarrassed. Please and thanks!!!

Thank you for requesting! I didn’t wrote that they ran away since it was hard to come up with 7 different scenarios where they all did but I hope you’re still satisfied with this ^^’

Shownu

He’d be in the dance studio trying to come up with a choreography to their new song when you knocked on the door. You had brought some food to make sure he eat properly. He sometimes got so caught up in dancing that he forgot his meals and it made you quite worried. When you both had finished eating you asked if it was a new choreography he was working on. 


“Yeah, it’s for our comeback. But I’m having trouble coming up with something for with this one part of the song.”
You smiled as he sang the specific snippet for you. When he realized that he was practically serenading you he stopped abruptly and stared at the floor while scratching the back of his head. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out…” he’d say quietly while.

Originally posted by madtwn

Wonho 

You had had a really bad day and he was trying everything in an attempt to cheer you up. After bringing you a cup of warm tea he would let you cuddle up next to him. He would gently trace your arm while he listened to whatever you had to say. Talking to him always made you feel better and just listening to his voice was enough to calm you down. Your eyelids soon became heavy but you managed to hear him sing to you in a low voice before falling asleep.

The morning after you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. He had his back turned towards you as he scrambled some eggs. You decided to thank him for comforting you yesterday and put you arms around him.
“Oh, Y/n you’re up. Do you feel better today?”
“I do. Thank you for making me feel better. It was really sweet of you to sing for me.“ you mumbled into his back.
When he heard the last thing he suddenly spun around.
“You heard that??? I thought you were asleep!”

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

Minhyuk 

It was late when he called you. Minhyuk and the rest of Monsta X were on tour but he tried to call everyday. He had just returned to his hotel room after their concert and to say he was exhausted to say the least. He’d tell you about how great the concert had went and that they even sang your favorite song. 
“Really? I wish I were there so I could have hear it…” you’d say with a sigh.
He really surprised you when started to sing the familiar lyrics for you in a soft voice. Hearing him sing for you made you all warm inside. Then he’d suddenly stop. 
“Y/n, I need to go. I think Wonho need my help with something. I’ll call you tomorrow, love you, bye.” The embarrassment in his voice was evident and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Originally posted by heromp3

Kihyun

He would surprise you by serenading you at a small bar nearby that hosted open mic events every once in a wild. The warm, cozy atmosphere of the old bar only made the whole thing even sweeter. He would wait impatiently for the girl standing on the small stage to finish her performance before standing up and taking her place.

When he returned to your table you could see that he was slightly embarrassed by how red his ears were. You’d smile and take his hands in yours before telling him that you really appreciated him singing for you and that it was beautiful. Your words would make him relax as he smiled back at you.

Originally posted by aceyng

Hyungwon

It was their day off and you had spent the night at the dorm. The two of you were still in bed it’s Hyungwon we’re talking about like what did you expect and you were starting to get slightly bored. Hyungwon only mumbled when you wanted him to entertain you. 
“Tell me a story, a joke, anything. You could even sing a song” you’d joke. Suddenly he turned on his side, took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. You just stared at him as he started to sing for you. Even after he had stopped you were completely baffled.
“That’s probably one of the most cringeworthy thing you’ve ever done.”
“Totally”
he’d groan in agreement. “Can we go back to sleep now?”

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Jooheon

He would gently play with your hair as the two of you sat on the sofa watching TV. As it switched to commercials you closed your eyes and enjoyed simply being close to Jooheon. You were a little bit surprised when you heard him softly rap for you. Even though it was dark you could still see the faint blush on his cheeks. Afterwards he’d clear his throat awkwardly and stand up.
“Do you want something from the kitchen? I’m very thirsty all of a sudden…” You’d just laugh at his obvious shyness before standing up to to kiss him.

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Changkyun

The two of you were sprawled out on the sofa both bored out of your minds. “I could teach you how to rap if you want to” Changkyun suggested suddenly as he turned his head to look at you. You thought why not since you didn’t have anything else to do. His attempt at teaching you how to rap quickly turned in to him simply rapping for you instead. You smiled fondly as you watched as the words left his lips almost effortlessly. His voice would slowly fade out as he saw your expression. 
“What?” he’d ask.
“Nothing, I just realized how good you look when you rap.”
He’d be so caught off guard by your response that he didn’t know how to react. “Oh my godness, stop!”

Originally posted by livelovelunch