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

I Do (want to love you)

“God, Jimin.” You stop and giggle at him, light disbelief in his words. “You’re crazy.”

He chuckles, the sound of your laughter a perfect symphony to his ears. “If falling for you is crazy, then I’m going out of my mind.”

Synopsis: There is only one word to describe your life, and it is simple; there are a million words to define Park Jimin’s sphere and the few are extravagant, prodigal — affluent, especially. Though despite the stark differences between your plain world and Jimin’s riches, you both find a common ground within the universe of love.

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader // soft sugar daddy au

Genre: light angst, fluff, lots of fluff ^^ + a bit suggestive

Word Count: 24.2k

Includes: alcohol mentions

A/N: i haven’t written full on fluff for a while, so here it is :D it feels great to be back into the loop. here u go @pjxmin!! :’)
10/10 would recommend the song this fic is inspired from!! here it is :)

namjoon’s also going to have his own branch from this story in another fic, haha. it’ll go into detail w him and the showgirl :D


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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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Your name: submit What is this?

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?

Side A, LMM/Reader

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.

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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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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.

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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The Gargoyle Song

I should have been more worried about Mike. I should have listened more, I should have paid more attention, I should have just been there. But I was seventeen and selfish and so absorbed in my own little world that I couldn’t be bothered to actually hear what he was trying to tell me. At the same time, I was only seventeen, sheltered, and didn’t know what to do with the information he was trying to give me.

That doesn’t excuse me or dismiss the guilt. While we’d drifted a bit apart recently, we’d been best friends since second grade; I should have at least tried to do something, but by the time I realized how bad things had gotten, it was too late.

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Good For You pt. 2

a/n: no shitty ass smut for now, just kinda moving forward

College!AU
Summary: He needed you as some sort of stability, you needed him as some form of rebellion.
Word Count: 1k+
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warning(s):language, blasphemy i guess ??



You peeked under the table when you felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

Tucker
Wanna go to the party at Jake’s tonight?

You fought the urge to furrow your brows. Was he really inviting you to a party? And who the hell’s Jake?

“Y/N. Put your phone away, respect the bounty that was given to you in this table,” your father sternly said.

“Sorry, dad.” You put your phone face down before continuing to eat in silence.

Their tense conversation became white noise as your mind flies back to the text. Why would he invite you to come? No one ever had before, what changed now?

Ah, yes. Business.

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@brittmonlee
I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon, truly. I don’t know how good these are, so I’m sorry. I hope it’s okay.

Yoosung:
-Please forgive him. He was very bad at telling when you were going through extreme emotions at first. He just thought you were an extremely happy person, but then he saw you when you became extremely sad almost immediately afterwards.
-What was it that made that kind of thing happen to you?
-He asks you about it and you explain why that kind of thing happens to you without you knowing it’s happening.
-As your relationship goes on, he becomes more aware of your well being and can pick up on when you’re feeling bad.
-When you start having bad days like now, he drops anything and everything to assist you. He won’t rest until he makes you happier.
-He finds things to distract you with, like games or talking.
-He’ll take you out to your favorite restaurant or to your favorite park or he’ll take you to go see a movie.
-Anything that will help you focus on something other than what’s bothering you.
-Distractions and nice conversations and stories are his go to methods of trying to cheer you up.

Zen:
-He is very in touch with his emotions, so he would gladly take on the task of handling your emotions too.
-He can tell when you’re starting to become upset and asks you about it immediately.
-If you don’t want to talk about what’s wrong, he’ll just change the subject and talk about something you like to get your mind off of it.
-He talks about things you like instead of talking about himself like he  sometimes ends up doing. His main concern is you, so he wants you to talk about things that make you happy, whatever it may be at the time.
-Zen will even ask if you’d like to go out that night. He’d take you wherever you wanted to, and I mean wherever you wanted to.
-On bad days, he doesn’t leave your side, unless, of course, you ask him to. He understands if you need your time alone, but he still has a habit of checking up on you frequently to make sure everything is still okay.
-Whatever it takes to get you through this rough time in your life, he’ll make sure it is done. He doesn’t want you to suffer, even the slightest bit.

Jaehee:
-She knew there must’ve been something up when you suddenly became unusually sad.
-She noticed before that your emotions are typically extremes. Extreme positive or negative emotions.
-Jaehee didn’t want to be too upfront and upset you by asking straightforwardly. She’ll wait for you to bring it up in conversation instead.
-When you do finally explain your situation to her, she listens very closely. She absorbs every bit of information you’re giving her and asks a few questions to make certain she understands everything perfectly. She’d hate to miss an important detail and not be able to help you like she wants to.
-When you’re going through a bad day, she likes to play with your hair. Sometimes she styles it in goofy ways to hopefully make you laugh.
-Other times, she likes to do little things around the house together, like painting each other’s nails. It gives you something to do while you rant and vent about everything on your mind.
-You can trust that Jaehee always pays extremely close attention to everything you say.
-She can’t stand when you’re upset, so she’ll do whatever it takes to help you through your rough days.

Jumin:
-He’s seen you go from your highest high to your lowest low. It makes him so worried every time.
-One second, you’re laughing. The next, you’re crying.
-He never once thought you were insane or anything close to that. All he was worried about was how you were. How you felt. How it was affecting you.
-He asks you about it, but he is very gentle with his words. The last thing he wants is to upset you in any way.
-You explain everything to him and he makes mental notes of everything you say. He wants to memorize every detail about you after all.
-When you’re going through bad mental days, he takes you out of the house. Being inside seems to make problems so much worse for some reason. A change of scenery helps most situations.
-Wherever you want to go, even if it is out of town, he’ll take you there.
-Even if you do want to stay home, he’ll comply with that too.
-He let’s you vent about anything you want to share and will never judge you about anything you say.
-He also refuses to leave you alone for more than a few minutes, unless you tell him you need space.
-Jumin basically makes sure that everything you want or need happens. Not necessarily meaning materialistic things, but more like what I mentioned earlier, like a change of scenery.
-He would love to keep you close and cuddle with you until you feel better, but if you don’t want that, then he doesn’t either.

Saeyoung:
-You know that little web comic that tells you how to take care of a sad friend? Roll them in a blanket like a burrito, feed burrito snacks, play burrito’s favorite movies? (I don’t remember where I saw it.)
-Yeah, that’s what he does.
-He surrounds you with things he knows makes you happy.
-Your favorite show, celebrity, music, food, animal, color, scent, anything and everything that makes you happy.
-If you don’t want any of that, he’s a bit lost. This stuff usually makes you happy. What else could he do?
-If you’re comfortable with it, he holds you close to him and whispers promises of making you happy again to you.
-He asks you to talk about things you like. For example, he’ll ask things like “So, what was that new song you found called?” or “What was the name of that one show you’ve been raving about lately?” in hopes to spark a conversation about your interests.
-Also, he makes a ton of jokes and talks in funny voices to make you smile. It almost never fails. He considers it an even bigger success if you mimic the voices he does.
-You end up joking around and forgetting what you were even upset about, too busy laughing at each other.
-Laughter truly is the best medicine.

V: (I apologize for writing so much about Rika in this one)
-He’s learned how to handle other’s emotions very well.
-He understands you and your emotions better than anyone, and he immediately picks up on the fact that you’re going through a rough patch.
-V is very understanding when you’re having a bad day. Rika had bad days too, but definitely different from you. She was violent and abusive on her bad days, you aren’t.
-Thankfully, he wasn’t scared of you when you had bad days because of her. He know you are a different, nicer person than Rika and would never hurt him like she did. So, he treats you with extra care on your bad days.
-He never really got the opportunity to properly handle Rika’s bad days, but he is surprisingly good at handling yours. Maybe because you don’t lash out at him like she used to.
-If you want to talk about what’s bothering you, he will listen. If you don’t, he’ll give you time to organize your own thoughts. If you want alone time, he’ll gladly give you space. If you don’t want him to leave you alone, he will stick to your side in a heartbeat.
-Really, just anything you ask of him, he will do it.
-It’s a bit sad to think about why he’s so compliant, but you appreciate his help nonetheless.
-Gentle kisses, rubbing your back and/or running his fingers through your hair are things he typically does to comfort you if you’re okay with it. If not, he’ll hold your hand or sometimes sing for you if you request it.

Saeran:
-You can bet he relates to having bad mental days.
-He has many, many of those.
-You end up helping each other through those days.
-When you are having a tough day mentally, he dotes over you. He’ll get you anything you ask for, but you don’t ask for much. He takes matters into his own hands. He knows you, and he knows what kind of things would help you get through this, even if you don’t ask for them.
-Long conversations are common when either of you are going through bad days, depending on the situation. You quietly listen to the other while they’re speaking without missing a word you say.
-So, he lets you talk however long you want to, unless you’re not in the mood to talk.
-He’s new to all of this so you’ll have to be patient. He’s learning how to take better care of you and learn more about what makes you feel better on these types of days.
-Seeing him smile always puts a smile of your face.
-Because of that, he always smiles for you on bad days.
-Once,
-Saeran found you sitting alone with all the lights off. He knew what it meant. He quietly called out your name before switching the light on.
-Quietly he comes over to you, worry evident on his face. You continued staring at the ground.
-Saeran grabs your hand to get your attention and says, “Hey, _____?”
-So you look up from the ground.
-When your eyes connect, he give you a huge, toothy smile.
-He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. You could tell by the ways his eyebrows were slightly furrowed that he was worried about you.
-You can’t help but giggle smile back, which makes him smile even more.
-It’s a simple, sweet gesture. It always works.

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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Work Date

Summary: The boys are all trying to get you and Yoongi together because they know how much you like each other.
Member: Yoongi x Reader (ft. other members of BTS)
Type: Very slight angst/ Fluff/ Male-Reader
Length: 1,492 Words

Ok, this is the first request I am filling in a LONG time. I really hope the person who requested it likes it and I hope I did well. Anyways, I hope you all like this scenario <3

-Admin Kat

Originally posted by eatjin

“Come on, hyung, we know you like (Y/N), just admit it,” Taehyung complained to Yoongi for the hundredth time. Yoongi rolled his eyes, refusing to look at the younger boy as he worked on their newest song. Jimin pushed the back of his chair lightly, trying to force him to turn his attention towards them.

Yoongi continued clicking at random things on the screen in an attempt to reinforce the point that he was not going to pay any attention to them. However, he also knew that the 95liners would never give up that easily, even with him. After five more minutes of the boys pestering him, he finally spun around to glare at them with a completely serious face. “I don’t like him. Well, I do, but as a friend and co-worker. He is a good worker. That is all,” he insisted. Taehyung and Jimin let out a sigh of defeat. The could tell they weren’t going to get anywhere with him.

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2 AM (m)

↳ high school au

pairings: park jimin x reader, mentions of min yoongi x reader
genre: 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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nobody puts baby in the corner / jeon wonwoo

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

title; nobody puts baby in the corner

genre; smut-ish with a side of fluff

characters; wonwoo/implied female character

req; Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven with wonwoo pls? Thank you!

summary; you despised playing this game for a good reason, but spending 7 minutes in a closet with jeon wonwoo isn’t so bad… right?

word count; 1,130

a/n; oh dear.. this got a little heated? this might not be what the anon requested, but i hope you like it anyway, dear! (ngl this was kind of my first time writing anything like this so i hope it was alright ^^)

Soonyoung poked you teasingly, pointing at the bottle. “Your turn!” 

You sighed, willing to do anything else than spin this stupid bottle. Who proposed this dumb game? Wen Junhui did, of course. 

He, however, wasn’t playing, and was knocked out in the corner against the wall.

It wasn’t supposed to be a house party, just a hangout with Seventeen and a few of your friends, but even you knew that whenever the thirteen were around, it was never an ordinary day.

Not all of Seventeen was playing, either. You were currently sitting in a circle of eight, including Soonyoung, you, Jeonghan, three of your friends, Seungcheol, and possibly the last person you wanted to see here, Jeon Wonwoo.

Not because you hated him, though. Quite the opposite, actually, and Jeonghan, knowing that, had invited him to play. 

Turning the bottle with your fingers, as it spun, you prayed to whatever god that was listening that it would land on any one of the other 6 in the group.

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Block B and all the shit they had to up with.

Pre-debut 

Comparisons to Big Bang, and many hateful comments and actions towards Block B. Not saying all VIPs did this because most VIPs are super cool, but some did. Most were korean and not international fans, but it still happened. Many death comments and threats because they were “copying” Big Bang. This continued even after debut. Still happens quite frequently. (P.O cried during an interview because of the hate messages he received for “copying” T.O.P) 


Freeze 

 Extremely shortened debut stages, songs cut. 
“Freeze” considered “inappropriate”, made 19+, no longer allowed to promote.
 Forced to switch to second song, “Wanna B” 
The second remade version of “Freeze” banned yet again. 


 Wanna B 

 Performances almost always cut. 
 Promotions weren’t for very long. 


 Tell Them 

 They never had even one full stage for Tell Them. NOT. EVEN. ONE. 
 The “Ukwon’s girlfriend/bracelet incident”. 


The “soy sauce chicken” incident with B1A4:

During MTV Match Up Season 1, there was a challenge where Block B had to get specific food for B1A4 and one of the foods were soy chicken. They couldn’t find it, so they bought chicken and poured soy sauce over it. The B1A4 members found it funny, and Block B and B1A4 are known to have a good relationship with each other (they’re friends, ou guys). However, K-BANAs and a select few international BANAs found this offensive for some strange reason? (Most international fans were super cool and they realized it was a joke though.) And the death threats started up all again. Don’t even ask how that was worthy or death. Don’t, because I have no fucking answer. 


 Pyo had to pay for the stage outfits. 


 - Thailand Incident 

 The Thailand Incident: After Block B’s performance in Thailand they were having an interview. This was during the time of the devastating floods. Block B were talking about how they always donate a portion of their paycheck towards the children in Africa, and how they wished they could do more to help the flood victims of Thailand. Zico remarked that he would have definitely done more if he had the financial ability to. At this, Kyung jokingly asked Zico how much money he currently had on him. At this, Zico immediately answered “7000 won?” But he didn’t even say it in a joking manner, and he was quite serious. The other members burst out laughing at this, laughing at HIS LACK OF MONEY, not laughing because he ever said he was only going to donate that much money for the victims of the flood.(Now, looking back, doesn’t it seem like it was an indirect comment towards Stardom Ent? They were basically saying that they were broke because they received no payment). The reason this became such a controversial issue is because some idiot mistranslated the interview, making it seem like Zico had said all he would donate to Thailand would be 7000 won when he was actually talking about the money he had on him. these are the actual translations. 
 After the Thailand Incident Block B was forced to stop promoting NanrinA, and they went on a break for eight whole months. They apologized MANY FUCKING TIMES. The members all personally apologized. Zico shaved off all of his hair to show his repentance, to show that he was ashamed of himself, and to show that he was willing to take whatever was going to be thrown at him because it’s what “he deserved”. Even though they didnt do anything. Yet, guess what? People insisted that they didn’t mean it. And then death threats started. The mistreatment stard. They were ridiculed everytime they showed up in public, garbage was thrown in front of their dorms. 
 Two particular idols decided they had to butt in and make the situation worse. The first one was a hypocrite, and he called out Block B wrongly on twitter, making a even bigger deal of something that was already bad enough. The second idol made a “7000 won” related joke on his twitter, and then deleted his tweet after people called him out for being an ass. 
 Block B changed the choreography slightly for NanlinA and bowed for a while longer towards fans, and at a part they did a 90 degree bow to show their apology. Also, when Block B bowed to other idol groups out of respect, they didn’t bow back. 

 Jay Park was the only one to lend them some words of comfort and actually come up to them and bow back to them as well. Also, BAP clapped for them as well! 
 Pyo hospitalized for shock after finding out about the sucide petition for Block B.http://www.soompi.com/2012/02/24/block-bs-po-hospitalized-for-shock-after-receiving-netizens-petition-for-block-bs-suicide/
 The member’s parents, family, and even friends received death threats because of the incident. 
 An anti comes to a fansign event and hands a note to Zico that contains 7000 won. Block B are immediately crestfallen, but they hold her hand and wish her to have a good day. 


“LOL” and “Did You or Did You Not”

Banned by MOGEF and KBS. 
 They weren’t paid for apparently for the time they were inactive but still making music 

 - The law suit against Stardom. 

 Block B decided to file an injunction against Stardom on the 4th of January for the suspension of their official contract. Why? This is why. 

 When the boys originally signed up for the company, their contract promised them proper training opportunities, facilities, housing, and it said that their earnings would be paid to them on the 25t of every month. However, they haven’t been paid since April 2011. One of the members (we don’t know who) sent the company a revocation notice for their contract last March and they FINALLY paid a little bit of the money they owed to the members. All the money the guys made from showcases, fansign events, OSTs, registration fees and a whole hell of a lot more has not been paid to them properly. What’s more is that the agency director, a Mr. Lee, ripped off all of the members parents. He secretly met up with the members families and told them addition money would be required. He stole a totally of 70,000,000KRW (about 65,000 USD!) from the parents and fled. ( Mr. Lee committed suicide in the basement of his home on May 20 2013. He was found dead by a friend ) 

So do you guys see why we love Block B so much? And why we support them? Do you see why BBCs are the most loyal fans out there? Reblog if you support them too!


 

What We Deserve

prompt: First off, I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Especially Death Wish XD I kind of just have a basic idea for a drabble request. What if, when Steve found Bucky in Bucharest, Bucky was with someone in his apartment? Like, he was out at the market being all domestic and when Steve breaks in the reader is there making coffee or something. I just think that has the potential to be really cute/fluffy/angsty all at the same time <3

requested by: @reedsreadsreviews

warnings: swearing, a little fluff, a whole hell of a lot of angst, mentions of torture

length: 5,917 words

a/n: IT’S HER FAULT SHE PUT THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD AND IT TURNED INTO A MONSTER. this fic is also partially inspired by the song “way down we go” by kaleo. also @barnestans i’m tagging you just cause i like to torture you tbh. i could probs be convinced to do a part 2

Originally posted by virginbucky

father tell me, do we get what we deserve?
oh, we get what we deserve


The cool night last night had fogged up the windows. You had opened them this morning, even though Bucky protested. He complained about how cold it would get in the little apartment the two of you had been sharing for the past year. His words were true enough. It was hardly a place of high caliber; the walls were too thin, the insulation sucked, and anything that went wrong in the apartment maintenance wise Bucky had learned to fix himself. But despite his protests, you had opened them anyway, giving him an affectionate pat on the chest.

“You worry too much, old man,” you teased. “Besides, that’s what you’re for. To keep me warm.” You waggled your eyebrows at him suggestively, and you managed to get a smile out of him. It was such a rarity, that you always took the time to admire them when he did.

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Technically Speaking


Tech!Killian/Misfit!Emma Fic based off of this post. Tagging @jscoutfinch @xhookswenchx and @trueromantic1 for letting me invite myself into this conversation. 

Special thanks to @snow-into-ash who beta’d for me despite having an actual life this week, I really appreciate it!!!

rated T for language

She’s zeroed in on the stinging of her knuckles when the hall monitor grabs her by the collar of her flannel.

“Seriously, Swan?” It’s Leroy. It’s always Leroy, and the idea of calling hall monitors by their first name to establish equality is the weirdest thing she’s ever heard. She doesn’t need to feel equal to a middle-aged grumpy man.

“He grabbed my ass! I don’t hear you saying ‘Seriously, nameless-jerk-who-can’t-keep-his-hands-to-himself.”

“My name is August!” Mr. Nameless-jerk yells. Honestly, the anonymity was working for her. Now there’s an actual person, with a name, having a flathead screwdriver removed from his bicep. Now there’s a set of parents who are going to flip out and get her expelled from another school.

“No one asked you, August!” she shoots back and he actually flinches. He doesn’t seem so handsy now. If he starts to act like the victim here, she’ll be forced to stab him again.

“You know the deal.” Leroy shoves her like suddenly violence is okay. She brushes him off and marches out of shop class towards Principal Mills’ office.

When she gets there, there’s this boy dressed in all black, with his dark hair and a sad expression. She slumps on the bench beside him and he brings his knees together to allow for space. It’s more than the grown men on the city bus do on her way home, so she figures he’s worth a chat.

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New Neighbor (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Summary: A new neighbor across the hall apparently means absolutely no sleep. (The awkward) Jeon Jungkook needs to deal with it. Now’s the time.

(( Note: Jeon Jungkook has been ruining the hell out of me lately. Sigh. And I’d like to dedicate this fic the to awkward, adorable lil man he is around them ladies ))


They say that when you move into a new place you should go on and establish good relationships with your neighbors. Make friends (or even just acquaintances) just in case you fall into whatever kind of tough situation and would need help from you kind lovely little neighbors. Whether if it was help fixing something or borrowing some sugar, your neighbors would most definitely have your back. 

In Jungkook’s opinion, he’d say that this was a great idea, actually, he’d already made friends with the majority of the apartments in his building—keyword: majority. It was a great idea if it weren’t for one apartment, which would be the one conveniently right across from his.

It started a while back or in Jungkook’s opinion a long, long while back.

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to you, i thee wed (chapter six)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

WC: ~3.5

Thank you so much @booksfullofme and @sarahcada for the lovely edits!

(A/N: My personal life is very crazy so I’m sorry for the delay)


Nino’s enthusiastic voice pours from the surround sound speakers.

“Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Agreste!”

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Namjoon; distance is a bitch but we’ve got skype

✉distance is a bitch but hey, there’s skype 
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Distance is a bitch, it’s a well-known fact especially when Namjoon’s always somewhere across the world and you can’t bring him into a hug or kiss him full on the lips when you miss him throughout the day—yes, distance sucked balls but you’re pulling through with it as long as Namjoon’s up with it—which he is, thank God.

The relationship between the pair of you had been… well… not easy going from the start when he’s an idol, running around being chased by numerous fan girls and boys once they figured out where he was, of being dragged down to the pit of being forever tired and restless because of the number of hours they miss from getting proper sleep but at least they eat and stay healthy along the way. It’s one of the toughest relationships you’ve been in—but it’s the one that’s worth the most, that’s what always keeps you going. Actually, no, what keeps you going is the kisses he gives you randomly when he wants to, the way he looks at you like you’re so damned precious and he gives you that feeling like you’re everything he could ever possibly want in a woman—it’s insane how he makes you feel; that bubbly feeling in your gut, your stomach clenching whenever he stares you down without saying a word and Lord, when he does, it melts you in an instant.

Like mentioned, it’s crazy.

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