wait what are their names oh god

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saythename_17 Instagram update

OMG SVT ARE REALLY GOING FOR THE EMO CONCEPT MY WIG THEIR MANSAE DAYS ARE OVER.

When first saw Jeonghan I thought that was Jun. Then I thought he was Joshua but I saw Jeonghan’s name on the bottom left and I was like BDNJEJDJ THAT’S JEONGHAN.

Wonwo. Oh. My God. The joke about him being emo is dead but gosh this concept might suit him.

Hoshi out here looking like a fashionista. Ooo this might be his era.

VERNIN MY FRICKIN BIAS. HE HAS AN ELECTRIC GITAIR LOOKING LIKE HES IN A BAND OMG. A VISUAL.

We’ll have to wait for the other photos the the rest of the members to what look like. It’s good that they’re experimenting concepts.

What do you think of this concept/era?

Stuff My Mom Has Told Me During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: "Why do they start out with the end? Spoilers!"
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: "How is telling someone you stalked and punched them a sure way to make friends?"
  • "Mom..."
  • "Who's the random French dude?"
  • "Lafayette."
  • "Where did he come from?"
  • "France, mom."
  • "Is this man having sex with horses?"
  • My Shot: "Didn't that guy sing this on Jimmy? The lyrics were different..."
  • The Story of Tonight: "I would not have told you about nights like that..."
  • The Schuyler Sisters: "That poor Peggy...she sounds adorable."
  • Farmer Refuted: "I have no clue what's being said..."
  • You'll Be Back: "Does this apply to what's going on now?"
  • Right Hand Man: "BURR JUST GOT REJECTED!"
  • A Winter's Ball: "With the ladies? Didn't you say he liked John?"
  • Helpless: "Girl this is gonna end bad for you..."
  • Satisfied: "How do you forget your name then - BAM! - now you remember?"
  • TSOT (Reprise): "They're cute when they're drunk."
  • Wait For It: "Wait - is everyone having an affair? You said Alex does right?"
  • "Mom just listen..."
  • "What does this have to do about Georgia?"
  • Stay Alive: "Did they eat horses asses?!"
  • Ten Duel Commandments: "How is General Lee here? Why do they hate him?"
  • "That's Charles Lee...you're thinking of Robert E. Lee."
  • "Oh."
  • Meet Me Inside: "Alexander you gonna get grounded!"
  • That Would Be Enough: "A little Hamilton sounds like a bad idea..."
  • Guns and Ships: "Damn he's fast."
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: "That's some deep shit..."
  • Battle of Yorktown: "I LIKE THIS ONE!"
  • "Mom please - "
  • "THEY WON!"
  • "I know they did mom."
  • What Comes Next: "Wait did he - oh my God. 'Awesome. Wow.' That's how I feel when your father talks about sports."
  • Dear Theodosia: "That's an awful name..."
  • "Mom!"
  • John Laurens Interlude (i had to): "Wait...what?"
  • Non-Stop: "How do you go from something so sad to this?! What the hell?!"
100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

Truth about the 'Glamorous Lifestyle' of a Sugar Baby/Escort.

To Aspiring Sugar babies and Escorts

Listen ladies, I’ve been privileged enough to have been on private jets, exotic ‘vacations’, dined in x number of Michelin star dinners, worn the most beautiful dresses on the arm of SD’s, played that Pretty Woman scene when she goes shopping, etc….

I wish I had known the truth before joining, especially since I was so young.

Let me tell you this now: it’s not real. It’s not OUR reality. This is an example of a typical ‘upscale’ escort/sugar baby experience some will probably encounter at some point in their SW career.

Their reality: A sexy 18-29 year old in an even sexier dress hanging off of my arm. I can afford the caviar AND her. Every man in this bar is jealous, and trying to talk to her while I cop a feel of her ass. Another bottle of expensive champagne? Why not. She deserves to try the best. This is an incredible life.

Your reality: I’m in a foreign place where I don’t know anybody, wearing a dress that normally screams “rape bait” (at his request), with a man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. The host suspect I’m probably a “hooker” since I didn’t even know what the name of the reservation is under. This dress is making it difficult to breathe. Oh god, I need another drink of whatever it is in that bottle to get through another dinner where he’s trying to drunkenly fondle me under the table. I have to smile sweetly. Need to repeatedly remind myself to ignore the sneering glances from the waiters.

His reality later that night: I can’t wait to show her the top-floor suite of this place with the beautiful view. I even had my assistant go pick up some nice sets of lingerie from the store she mentioned she likes. I already made sure the rest of her envelope with her gift/donation is ready with her name on it. I’ll get the candles lit, have another bottle of wine sent up, and romantic music to top it all off. It’s gonna be a night of romance and passion with a beautiful girl. God, she’s gorgeous.

Your reality later that night: This view would be beautiful if it weren’t for the 50 year old behind me, nibbling his dry lips on my ear while I’m trying to enjoy the ambience. At least my rent money is in that envelope with a random name on it. He hands me a bag from Victoria Secret. I have to pretend to be super excited to get try on see-through lace for an old man now. He takes off his shirt, it’s just a forest of white hair and wrinkly skin. Next to the candle lighter, I see the magic blue pills. This is going to be a VERY long night.

Next day reality for him: I think I have enough time for room service before my flight. I’ll see if I can call the other SW from that other town to arrange another rendezvous for when I’m done with work. I should probably order two dozen roses, delivered to my wife so she knows I’m thinking of her. Note to self, call assistant to order roses and withdraw more cash. Oh wait, what’s that girl in my hotel room right now called? Ashley? Sarah? I’ll leave her a few hundred dollars as tip, save her number and I’ll call her again when I’m in town. I’m glad she really enjoyed the sex. She deserves it from all those times with unattractive and gross clients. At 54, I still got it.

Next day reality for you: Fuck, I have no idea how to get back to my own town without using all of the money he gave me for fare. My rent is due tomorrow, and tuition is due next month. I still have a client in 5 hours, my paper is due tomorrow but I haven’t even started. I have the worst hangover ever. At least I don’t remember much from last night, except his sandpaper tongue running all over my body. I shivered, but thankfully I fake moaned so it sounded like I was enjoying it.

Moral of this post: Don’t join the industry based on the glamorous lifestyle of the CLIENTS. Many of the blogs I see paint the image seen through HIS (the client) eyes, not YOURS (the service provider).

When your service is over, you turn back into a normal girl; back to grocery nights at Ralph’s, back to yelping the cheapest nail salon place, back to having fun with friends playing beer pong, back to being “Sarah or Ashley” because you have bills. Part of your service is renting you as a prop for their lifestyle. Never confuse that with YOUR lifestyle. ‘Vacationing’ in Cabo with him is NOT the same as doing so at your leisure with your friends.

If you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying, let me put it this way; bedazzled French pedicures are beautiful, right? You love being pampered in that massage chair, getting massaged, and ending up with a gorgeous pedicure. It’s stunning and glamorous experience, no?

Guess what. Not from the perspective of the pedicurist scrubbing your feet. There’s nothing glamorous about it for her because whereas she’s the service PROVIDER, YOU are the CLIENT. Same situation, very different experience.

This is something many of us learned the hard way. Yes, this lifestyle can come with many glamorous perks and experiences but there’s definitely a price to pay. Don’t be delusional. If this was all that easy, don’t you think every female on this planet would be in the industry?

After several years of experience I’ve learned to be immune to the ‘wrappings’ of the industry. You are here to make money. All those Roseshire roses, expensive dinners, fancy car rides, delicate lingerie are for HIS fantasy, and does very little for YOUR wallet. Don’t be blind sighted by the fancy tricks he pulls because it isn’t tangible. Never lose sight of your 'paycheck’. Once you see this lifestyle as what it truly is - a job; you become far less naive and more focused on your goals.

Always remember: There’s a price to pay for money.

Stay safe, ladies. 💸💸💸

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Requests: “You are one of the only blogs that write quality Barry Allen smut, so thank you. Can you please write a Barry smut where he always is gentle with the reader because he doesn’t want to lose control with his powers. One night she confronts him and a night of vibrating hands and speedy enhancements occur? Thank you 💕” Credits to gif owners!

It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.

The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.

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ffxiv classes be like (4.0 edition)
  • paladin: wait, i have job mechanics now?
  • warrior: six fell cleaves isn't enough give me MORE
  • dark knight: wait, you mean i'm not playing paladin?
  • dragoon: wait wasn't the entire goal of the last expansion to prevent people from doing what i just did
  • monk: oh my god...i'm *viable*
  • ninja: what the FUCK am i doing
  • samurai: you mean i'm NOT supposed to read each skill name out in an anime voice whenever i use them?
  • black mage: enochian? you mean that old thing?
  • summoner: aetherflow, aethertrail, dreadwyrm aether, IS THERE ANY OTHER AETHER I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT
  • red mage: Hmph. These imbeciles aren't worth my time.
  • bard: WHY IS EVERYTHING DIFFERENT
  • machinist: wait people play machinist?
  • white mage: HOW YA LIKE ME NOW BITCHES
  • scholar: this is like 10 times more confusing than it already was
  • astrologian: we have two more cards but i still only get spire
firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
    • “PETERYESI’VEBEENWAITINGIWOULDLOVETOBE”
    • “OHOKAYIMSORRYTOKEEPYOUWAITING”
    • “IT’SFINEIREALLYLIKEYOU”
    • “ILIKEYOUMORE OKAY COOL LET’S GO MEET MAY”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
    • “oH REALLY WOW THAT’S AWESOME
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 




The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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anonymous asked:

love square online gaming AU

“Okay, I quit. Ladybug’s mother likes me more than Ladybug does. How does that work?”

Walking back to her computer, Marinette snorted, wondering if that had anything to do with hearing her mom shout, “She’s AFK, dear,” earlier.

“Because she never has to talk to you, obviously.”

“Meouch. I assure you that your mother and I have had some lovely conversations.”

Marinette, who’d been a party to most of those conversations (which mostly consisted of her mother handing over blackmail material by the bucketload), hurried on, “Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to hear all about my exciting trip to the bathroom, so—”

Right on queue, her channel partner said, “Wait, what kind of exciting are we talking about? Because—”

“The kind where I stubbed my toe on the cabinet,” she interrupted, choking down a laugh as she booted her character back up, “so hush.”

A rush of notifications from the livesteam chatters let her know that Chat had been ‘yowling like a horny cat’ and that they were glad she was back.

“Oh my god, you guys.”

Looks like Elle’s gonna win the prize,” Chat sang, either oblivious or uncaring of the way their supporters were slandering his name, “If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies—”

“No.”

Fifteen different variations of, It’s true though! popped up on Marinette’s screen.

You two need to kiss!

“A-huh,” Marinette half-snorted and half-sighed. “If kitty-gamer over there ever wants to move his butt from New York to Paris, I’ll give it a thought.”

All her lines went dead silent, and what followed had to be the strangest silence in Marinette’s Let’s Play career.

“…What?”

Oh my god popped up in the chat window a couple of times, but other than that, no one said a peep.

What?

Chat cleared his throat.

“I, um… I am.”

One second for it to sink in, and then Marinette’s gut flipped inside-out.

“You’re… what?”

Chat cleared his throat again, and Marinette wondered how she could hear the blush. “Moving. To Paris.”

“…Oh.”

“Not! Of course! That we have to meet or anything if you don’t want to, but I’m not going to be online for like five days in like… two weeks.”

“Oh,” said Marinette, and sank her teeth into her suddenly tingling lips, face hot. “Well, h-how about that.”

‘How about that’ indeed, she thought as Chat laughed on the other side of the line. Three years of shooting down her friend’s ridiculous advances, and now, suddenly, she was faced with the idea that they might not be quite so ridiculous, and…

And, suddenly, all of her was a little warmer — and a little more eager — than she’d like to think about.

Urk.

“Aaaaaanyway,” she said in her very best Ladybug voice, “we’re burning airtime, people! Let’s move! I want this base conquered by sundown!”

“Yes’m!”

One of my favourite things about Killjoys is how they constantly subvert expectations, but specifically fictional expectations. Like for example, hot muscly guy gets left in charge of a group of cloistered-away girls, and you think, oh god, here we go with the cooing and the “oh look a Man” and the flirting and the swaggering. But what happens? We come back a short while later to find that he has learned all of their names and taken on the role of mother hen, telling them to stop crying and put on their shoes.

Or character A has a secret and lies to character B about it and you think, oh god, here we go, this is gonna be angst and drama for at least five episodes and then another three once she finds out about it. But wait, no, he tells her of his own volition by the end of the episode and she’s already forgiven him for it because she gets it and she’s not going to waste time on being dramatic about it.

Or oh hey look we found out something new and weird about this character but, y’know, we already know he’s kind of weird, this is like the third weird thing about him, so let’s skip the freaking out and move straight on to how we can use it.

Like it’s sci-fi, and it’s ridiculous in some ways, but when it comes to the characters and their motivations and interactions it’s like someone looked at the common fictional tropes and went “hang on, REAL people don’t all behave like this”. I LOVE that. I think it’s honestly the #1 thing that takes it from “enjoyable sci-fi action with banter” to “favourite sci-fi show of all time” for me.

Context, sort of: The DM likes to play ambient music/intense fight music. Through YouTube. The players are in the middle of a fight in a forest. Madness ensues.

(An ad plays. It’s probably for Geico Insurance.)

Bard: Well, that ruins the mood.

Cleric: Wait, what if that’s just a guy in a tree that wants to advertise insurance?

DM: Oh my god… In the middle of battle…. “GEICO. 15 MINUTES CAN SAVE YOU 15% OR MORE ON CAR INSURANCE!!!”

(This also resulted in the Elf’s raven being named Geico.)

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’

anonymous asked:

Jumin + MC who happens to share the same name as his pet (not necessarily be Elizabeth)? Other RFA members may join in for reactions.

Hello~!! I’m not sure if this is quite what you were asking for, but I went for the humorous side of things :3

– R.I.


CHATROOM – DAY 01

Yoosung: Ehh? Are you sure she’s trustworthy?

Seven: Yes yes, I’m already doing a background check on her and so far she seems wait what the- PFFT GYAHAHAHAHA

Seven: be back later omg lolololol what is this…?

Yoosung: what is what?!? Is there a funny photo of her or something? I want to see, I want to see!

Zen: OI!

Zen: Don’t invade her privacy like that! Anyways, what’s your name, mi’lady? I’m sure you have a wonderful name! Must be just as beautiful as yo-

You: Elizabeth the 3rd

Jumin: Oh, how did you know my cat’s name?

MC: What? No… that’s my name…

Yoosung: …

Zen:

Jumin: …

Jumin: I see. What a wonderful name.

Yoosung: OMG!! So THAT’S what Seven’s laughing about!!

Zen: God. I hope he’s not dead from laughing

Seven: still here let me st o ppp laughinasdfkljsdfj

Yoosung: Seven’s laughing so hard he’s having trouble typing!!

You: …

Zen: Oh! No, we’re not making fun of you, I swear! It’s just… your name is really uhm, unique.

Jumin: ?

Jumin: Why would we ever make fun of her for such an elegant name?

Zen: You, shut up.

BEHIND THE SCREENS:

Yoosung

  • I’m so shocked!!
  • Her name is the same as Jumin’s cat??
  • Such a coincidence…
  • Should I laugh? But no, I don’t want to be mean, I just met her…
  • But… pfft… oh no, I can’t stop laughing
  • -silently prays to God to forgive him for being a bad kid-

Zen

  • THIS IS AWFUL.
  • This wonderful lady shares the same name as that Trust Fund Kid’s cat?!?
  • This must be a joke or something
  • -exits the chatroom-
  • -re-enters the chatroom-
  • WHY IS IT STILL THERE?!
  • I-I mean… she has a wonderful name but… Trust Fund Kid’s cat…
  • GRRR. It’s all the Trust Fund Kid’s fault for his stupid naming sense!!

Jumin

  • She shares a name with the most beautiful lady in the world…
  • I wonder if she looks like Elizabeth the 3rd?
  • Hm. I must meet her at once.
  • Would she like to eat lobster…? It’s seafood, after all. Then again, it’s not fish…
  • Wait no, this is a human. Right.

Seven

  • -still dying of laughter-
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  • The Defender of Justice is currently laughing too hard. Please try again later.

watching Legend of the Gobblewonker the first time: ah, hah ha, this moral about spending time with your older relatives is delivered in an amusingly over the top and contrived manner as befits the tone of this series but I guess it’s nice that they all had a day out together in the end.

watching it again after seeing the whole series: oh my god poor Stan he just wants to spend time with his family and he’s been rejected so much throughout his life and now this and that must have brought up a lot of painful memories thank god they did actually spend time together in the end oh and his boat is named the Stan o’ War so that makes it even worse

watching it the third time: wait wait WAIT A MINUTE they didn’t just abandon him they abandoned him to go chase an anomaly Stan just wanted to go sailing with his family and they didn’t see that as important compared to tracking down monsters THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT FORD DID “you care more about your dumb mysteries than your family” OH MY GOD STAN I’M SO SORRY

When Thoughts are Louder than Words

❤ Soulmate Drabble (9/13) ❤

Originally posted by wouhui

Member: Jun
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,010

At eighteen you form a telepathic connection with your soulmate. 


At the age of eighteen, everyone hears their soulmate’s thoughts for the first time. It’s a simple connection that helps you find the other person, or at least figure out who the person is if you already happen to know them. It’s something that everyone waits with baited breath for; finding out who they’re destined to spend their life with. It doesn’t happen immediately on your eighteenth birthday of course, but somewhere within your eighteenth year. You remember when your cousin first heard her soulmate’s voice; she had been visiting at your house and halfway through dinner she gasped and dropped her fork. Your mom worriedly reached a hand out and asked if she was okay, and your cousin just looked up with a smile and tears in her eyes.

You turned eighteen a few months ago and so far it’d just been silence. You were getting a little antsy, but you knew that it’d happen soon enough. Maybe not this soon, though. You were trying your hardest to go over your notes for a big exam the next morning. It was almost midnight and you just couldn’t get the information down. Your own scribbled handwriting was glaring up at you, and you felt hatred for the lines of purple ink on the page. Why couldn’t you have done a better job at getting down the information from class? You wanted to scream, but you also didn’t want to wake up everyone within a 50-mile radius, so you tried your best to keep the scream on the inside. It turns out that someone had heard you even still, though.

“Nǐ hái hǎo ma?” a small voice asked somewhere in the back of your mind. Your eyes popped open and you sat up straight. Could that really have been what you thought it was? Was that…your soulmate? You focused as hard as you could to try and reach out into the spirit-net and say something back.

“Hello? Are you there?” you all but whispered to yourself, thinking it as hard as possible.

“Ó, wǒ de shàngdì” the low voice replied. Oh, well, shit. Okay. Yep. Definitely your soulmate. And that definitely was not a language you understood.

“Do you know English?” you asked him carefully. There was a long period of silence. You bit your lip and fiddled with the pen in your hands as you waited for him to say anything. The second hand moved all the way around the clock on your wall three times before you heard him reply.

“He…llo. My…name is Junhui.” the voice struggled to say. “I speak…no English, I live from China.” Oh god. Your soulmate was Chinese. You could feel your heart beat a mile a minute in your chest. This was going to make things a lot harder. God, what did you know how to say in Chinese? You knew how to say hello in Mandarin. You prayed he didn’t speak exclusively Cantonese, because then you’d be screwed.

“Nǐ hǎo, Junhui” you thought back to him, quickly grabbing your phone to get to google translate something as fast as possible. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, and you tried your best to read the romanization of the complex characters that popped up. “Wǒ de…míngzì shì…Y/N. Wǒ bù shuō…….zhōngwén” (My name is Y/N. I don’t speak Chinese). You hoped that had been understandable. 

You stayed up way too late that night having completely forgotten about the exam you needed to be studying for, but instead having a slow, broken conversation with Jun through clunky google translated phrases. You learned that he liked acting, singing, and martial arts. You tried your best to tell him about yourself, but you eventually fell asleep as the sun began peeking through your window.

You got a less than stellar grade on the exam the next morning, but you’re not even phased as you race to the bookstore to buy as many beginner’s Chinese textbooks as you could afford. You spent the next year studying as much as you could, and Jun was doing the same thing with English. You loved hearing him excitedly thinking about a new English phrase he had learned that day. You managed to grow close with one another; mentally, of course. You still lived in totally different countries, but that would change soon. After a long year of sharing thoughts, dreams, and songs stuck in your head with each other, you finally were able to communicate well enough to set up a meeting.

You twiddled your thumbs at the airport, waiting in front of the arrival gate and trying to remember to breathe. He had gotten a direct flight from the Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport, meaning he’d be pretty tired. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, but you were also dying to meet him. You looked through the crowd of people walking towards the baggage claim, scanning each face worriedly.

“Where are you?” you thought to him, shifting your weight from foot to foot anxiously.

“Turn around.” you heard much louder and clearer than usual. You whipped your head around, and there he was. Tall, golden, and beautiful; your Jun. His mop of dark hair was swooped to the side, and he was wearing a big sweatshirt that spanned over his broad shoulders. You couldn’t believe your eyes. After all this time he was right there and you couldn’t even process it. He seemed to be drinking the sight of you in just as deeply, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away to the two of you.

“Wow,” somebody thought. You weren’t entirely sure which one of you had thought it, but it represented your feelings just the same. You finally broke out of it, throwing your arms around him.

“Zuìhòu,” you whispered into the soft material of his hoodie. He hummed into your hair, gripping you just as tight.

“Mmhmm. At last.” he murmured back. The sound of his voice was so much more satisfying than the sound of this thoughts. It sounded deep, warm, and so much like home.

- Marcy

Our group had too many issues with our paladin, so his player brought in a gnome with some special telepathic class. I don’t really know what it’s called. 

Gnome: My name is Austin, but my friends call me Kronk. 

The rest of us: Okay….?

Gnome to squirrel: What now, Kuzco? … Alright, I’ll think about it.

Dragonborn (ooc): Wait, your name is Kronk and your squirrel’s name is Kuzco? Oh my god…

We all went to buy mounts and…

Gnome: Do you have any female mastiffs?

DM: Of course. 

Gnome: I shall call her… Yzma.

Drow and Dragonborn (ooc): OH MY GOD. KRONK IS RIDING YZMA.

the delivery - dad!tom holland

summary: while in atlanta for shooting, y/n is heavily pregnant with tom’s baby. pretty easy to guess what happens next.

notes: gif not mine this is totally inspired by the office lmao. i’m thinking of making dad!tom a series?? so let me know if you want to see that????


It was a warm day. Tom and Harrison were in tank tops, lounging on the balcony, and Harry was in the pool. You were at the picnic table, a hand resting on your swollen abdomen, shades across your eyes.

“Watch this!” Harry flipped into the pool, sending up a huge splash.

“Boooo!” Tom called down to his brother. 

“Two out of ten, not my spider-man!” Harrison added to the mocking. Harry shook his wet locks out of his eyes, sending two middle fingers upwards towards the balcony. You chuckled lightly.

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metamorphia (pt. 1)

prologue

→genre: body swap au

→word count: 10,987

→a/n: pls read the prologue before reading this, bc that’s actually just a drabble-sized pt 1 and is key to knowing what’s going on!!


The origin of body swapping was one that was shrouded in mystery. No one was certain as to where it was derived from, only that it was an idea present in many folktales and fables—never in real life, and certainly never to humans.

So why was it happening to you?

The trek back to the bedroom you had woken up in was an apprehensive one. You were on edge about everything—the steps you took, the noises you heard. Your surroundings were all new to you, and so everything around you was viewed with an unmatched amount of skepticism.

“Dude, you okay?” A voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the noise, whipping around and seeing a boy staring at you with one of his eyes shut from sleep. He wasn’t the same one who had woken you up this morning, but he was still unfamiliar nonetheless.

“Y–yeah,” you stuttered out, stumbling to find the words to speak as your deep tone of voice took you aback. You cleared your throat before continuing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The boy gave you an unconvinced look. “I’m pretty sure they heard your scream half way across the world,” he snorted.

You blanched before chuckling along with him, rubbing a nervous hand over your head. It was so strange to not have your usual long hair; you went to run your fingers through it, but nothing was there but air. “Oh, I just uh… I hate mornings,” was all you managed to come up with.

He chuckled as well. “Don’t we all,” he said before turning around and heading back to what you assumed was his room.

You immediately ducked out of the living room before any more strangers could spring up out of nowhere, scrambled into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Why are you wearing your towel like that?”

You jumped when you heard the amused voice from across the room, and when you turned to look, you saw it was the first boy you had opened your eyes to this morning.

Where in the world were you right now? So far you had seen three different boys, including yourself, as well as different bedrooms and closed doors lining the halls. This had to be a fraternity or something. Maybe you were in a college dorm room; the boys all seemed to look around that age, anyway. Though it wasn’t like you could just ask this person in front of you where you were. No, you wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on before you had anyone looking at you like you were some sort of crazy person.

Suddenly you remembered the question he had asked, and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at your body.

The shock of seeing yourself as a male still hadn’t gone away. You had to admit you were alarmed and let out a little jolt, but then you noticed why he asked about your towel. You had it wrapped around your torso like you would usually wear it.

“Shit,” you breathed before shifting it down to your waist. It felt weird, as if you were exposing your body to him, but you quickly reminded yourself that this was how most men wore towels.

“Hyung, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re acting kind of… different today.” The boy tilted his head to the left a little as he peered up at you with wide eyes from his spot on his bed.

You hadn’t yet gotten a chance to look at him, since his appearance had been the last thing on your mind when you thought he was an intruder in your household, but now that the two of you were staring at each other in silence, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he actually was. He had ravenous dark hair that stood up in different places from having slept on it all night long, a strong, prominent nose to match his strong, prominent jawline, and small, bow-shaped lips that were tinged a satin pink and pressed together in curiosity—but what really caught your attention were his eyes. They were big, and soft, and gave his appearance an innocent and boyish charm that sent the breath of air you were going to use to speak immediately whooshing from your lungs at the sight.

“I…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out, causing you to open and close your lips like a fish out of water. And you might as well have been one; all of a sudden your mouth was as dry as a desert. “I–”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t bother you anymore,” the boy held his hands up in surrender, sending a smirk your way. “Since I’m up now and probably won’t be able to fall back asleep, I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said as he pushed the covers off of his legs and stood up before disappearing out of the room.

Finally. You didn’t even bother to pick up the towel that fell from your waist and to the floor as you raced around the room, searching for anything that would give away what was happening to you right now. You rummaged through closets, drawers and bags; the only thing you found was a wallet that was sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

You immediately pulled out the I.D. that was situated in the clear flap, recognizing the picture as the same boy you had seen staring back at you in the mirror. Park Jimin, it read. DOB: 10/13/1995.

So he’s only a few months younger than me, you thought to yourself as you continued scanning the card. Your eyes caught on the words that read Seoul, South Korea.

“Seoul?!” You blurted out loud, forgetting all about the people in your proximity who were already wary of your behavior. Were you actually in Seoul right now?

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone bleating through the air. You whipped your head towards the noise, spotting the cell phone plugged in that was now vibrating on the nightstand and flashing a random phone number. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it was your phone number.

You darted over to it and pressed accept faster than you could even blink. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Someone spoke your name, and you blanched when you realized the voice on the other end was in fact your own.

“Who is this?!” You yelled frantically.

“Oh thank god,” they breathed a sigh of relief. “I called a few minutes ago but you didn’t answer. Listen, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think–”

“Are you Park Jimin?” You asked, too impatient to wait for them to finish.

“Yes!” The person exclaimed. “Yes, yes, I’m Park Jimin. Are you Y/N?”

“Yes!” You answered with an equal amount of relief. “What the hell is going on?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Jimin said, and you tried to ignore the fact that hearing your own voice being spoken to you was starting to creep you out. “You don’t know?”

“No I don’t know!” You snapped. “All I know is that when I went to sleep last night I was myself, and when I woke up I was attacked by some kid screaming about an alarm!”

“Oh, that was probably Jungkookie,” he told you with a hint of a giggle. “He really doesn’t like the song I have set as my alarm. But the only reason I do it is because I know it will make him get up–”

“Okay, that’s not really important right now,” you interrupted him in a harsh voice.

“Sorry,” Jimin quickly apologized, instantly dismissing the subject. “Well, I woke up to some guy feeling me up from behind! How do you think I felt?!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a humorless chuckle of surprise threatened to escape your lips. “That’s my boyfriend, Jaebum,” you explained apologetically. You had forgotten all about him staying over last night at your apartment, what with all the craziness that had happened this morning.

“Your boyfriend?!” Jimin screeched. “You mean I’m going to have to fend off this horny bastard even more? Sorry Y/N, but I think you may be single by the time all of this is over.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him in a stern tone. “And what do you mean by the time all of this is over? What is all of this?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled in exasperation. “I only know just as much as you!”

You sighed, hoping that the pent up anger and nerves would wash away with the breath escaping your lungs, though it did nothing to settle your pounding heart. “Just…” You stopped, running a hand through your newly-shortened hair. “Tell me where I am.”

“You’re in Seoul, South Korea, in a dorm room.”

I knew it, you thought to yourself as Jimin continued on.

“There are six other guys there with you: Jungkook is my roommate, the one who woke you up. There’s also Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung, but they’re in different rooms.”

“What do you study?” You couldn’t stop your curiosity from taking over.

There was a beat of silence on his end. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“In school,” you proceeded to explain. “You said I’m in a dorm room, so I’m assuming you go to a university of some sort. So, what do you study?”

Another moment passed before Jimin was suddenly intaking a sharp breath of air. “No, Y/N,” he said, his voice strangely calm and somewhat shaky. “You’re in a dorm because I’m in a kpop group.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said before you were laughing out loud, the first time you had truly laughed since you’d woken up. “You’re joking, right?” You managed in between breaths.

“No,” he sounded over the receiver, his tone very serious compared to your lighthearted one.

“Wait,” you stopped, your laughter immediately halting in your throat. “What?”

“I’m an idol, in a kpop group called BTS,” he explained solemnly.

All color drained from your face as he continued to talk, but you had stopped listening long ago. You couldn’t listen even if you wanted to; it was like your body had shut down, keeping you from completing simple tasks such as seeing and hearing. His words got lost in your head, swirling with the other chaotic thoughts that took over your mind and overwhelmed it into a silent state of shock. He had to be joking at this point. This was all just one big, giant joke, and when you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be back in your normal body. You were certain of it.

Keeping the phone on your ear but not fully comprehending anything that was being said, you crawled back into bed before your legs could give out and send you collapsing to the floor, drawing the blankets over your naked body and letting your head sink into the comfort of the pillow beneath you. This is all a dream, you kept repeating to yourself as your eyelids fluttered shut beyond your control. Surely things will be back to normal if you just go back to sleep. This is all just a dream.


“Hyung?” You heard a voice ring through the silence and startle you from your slumber.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking them a few times before settling on the sight of the shirtless boy before you. “No,” you breathed out, closing your eyes and rubbing them vigorously before opening them again.

The same boy was still peering down at you, a curious look on his face.

“No!” You repeated louder this time, throwing your head back in frustration before flailing your limbs on the mattress. “Why didn’t it work?!”

“Why didn’t what work?” The boy asked nonchalantly, finally walking away to head towards his side of the room.

You quickly sat up, watching his every movement as he gathered his clothes from the drawer. The only thing concealing his body from your eyes was a thin towel around his waist, leaving the toned muscles in his back and broad shoulders exposed to you. The way they rippled beneath his skin as he moved started to transfix you; you watched as he bent over, his biceps straining as he suddenly dropped the towel to pull on his underwear.

“Oh my god!” You all but screeched, covering your eyes with one hand and holding out the other to obscure his private area from view. “What are you doing?!”

“What?” He laughed at your reaction.

“For god sakes, cover up! Have some decency!”

“…Dude, everyone always changes in front of each other…” He chuckled again, though this time there was a hint of confusion and wariness to his voice.

You froze at his words. What were you doing; you had to convince him that you were Jimin, not some random girl from across the world! You cleared your throat before reluctantly uncovering your eyes and lowering your hands, thankful to see that he now had his underwear on.

He then tossed the wet towel onto his bed, now exposing his bottom half to you as well as he walked towards his closet. You couldn’t help but notice that the black boxer briefs he had on hugged his thighs in all right places, making it very clear just how in-shape this kid actually was.

“Are you gonna get up?” A voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and crashing down with it came the realization that you had been caught staring at him.

You blinked back up at the boy’s eyes, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks at the sight of the smirk playing on his lips. He must’ve been the one Jimin was telling you about, Jungkook.

Jimin. You had forgotten all about the boy you had been on the phone with and passed out on. You quickly searched for your phone on the bed next to you, only to see that the call had ended.

“W-what?” You stuttered out once you remembered he had asked a question, careful to avoid eye contact in fear that he would somehow see straight into your soul—your soul that didn’t belong to Park Jimin.

“Are you gonna get up? We have to leave soon, you know,” Jungkook asked again as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

Your stomach dropped at his words. They couldn’t really be kpop artists, could they? No, Jimin must have been playing some sick, cruel joke on you. “Leave to go where?” You asked.

Jungkook eyed you peculiarly. “The venue…” He trailed off. “We have a show tonight. How could you forget?”

You froze, heat starting at the base of your palms and spreading throughout your nerve endings, tightening your throat in its clutches. “Like… A show for BTS?” You had to say the group name Jimin had told you so Jungkook could confirm if it was a lie or not.

“I know right?” Jungkook chuckled, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words until he continued. “That’s what it feels like sometimes. But at least this is the last day of promotions at Inkigayo and then we’ll be ready to learn a new dance.”

Inkigayo? Promotions? Dance? You had to call Jimin again.

You abruptly shot up in your seat, causing the blanket that was around you to fall from your waist and expose your nude lower half. “Shit,” you cursed, scrambling to cover yourself up again.

Jungkook just laughed. “You’re still not dressed either? You better hurry, or Sejin-hyung is gonna be pissed.”

You frowned, not knowing at all who this person was; but while you’re stuck in Jimin’s body, you figured you probably didn’t want to anger them. You started to stand up, awkwardly shifting the blankets to shield yourself from the boy’s view.

His melodic laughter rang through the air again. “Relax, hyung, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Just how close were these guys?

“Ugh, here,” Jungkook groaned playfully, walking over and handing you the towel you had dropped on the floor. “It’s literally painful to watch you struggle like that.”

You could tell he was making a joke, but you weren’t in the mood—especially not with this stranger. “Thanks,” you took the towel, finally relaxing once it was secure around your waist.

Jungkook just stood there, staring at you with an amused glint in his eye as you debated what your first plan of action should be. “Um…” You started, trying to avert your eyes from the blindingly-toned muscles of his stomach. You couldn’t get anything done with him revealing himself like that. “Can you put a shirt on?”

The boy snickered before walking to his closet and pulling out a plain t-shirt. “You’re right, before I scold you I should probably get my shit together.” He kept his back towards you as he continued dressing, and you took that as an opportunity to grab the first articles of clothing you found in a drawer and dash towards the bathroom, clutching Jimin’s cellphone at your side.

Unfortunately, the living room wasn’t as desolate as it had been earlier. “Morning, Jiminie,” you heard a voice call, and soon a taller boy who you had never seen before was coming into view. “You look kind of flustered this morning. Are you okay?”

“Hobi, don’t pester him,” another new face scolded from the kitchen. “Can’t you see he has to hurry? He hasn’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you couldn’t help it; who were all these people? You opened your mouth to speak but never actually got anything out before continuing your trek to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door securely shut and locked, you immediately dialed your number again.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice yelp after only one ring. “Where were you?! I was afraid something happened!”

“You have to help me, Jimin,” you spoke in a low tone, clutching the phone to your face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do. There are all these guys popping up out of no where, and Jungkook is saying something about a concert tonight and I just–”

“Oh shit, Inkigayo,” he cursed on the other end. “I completely forgot!”

“Yeah, oh shit is right!” You yelled frantically. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Just calm down, calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?!” You interrupted his consoling. “Because the most you have to worry about is my horny boyfriend trying to have sex with you. I have an entire country waiting to watch me be Park Jimin tonight!”

“Please don’t remind me!” Jimin lowered his voice to a hiss. “I figured I would get up and make breakfast, since that would get him off my back, you know? But no, then he decides to come in there and try to fuck me on the kitchen counter! I’m going insane!”

“Oh my god, just kick him out or something, I don’t care,” you quickly brushed him off. “What am I supposed to do about the millions of people expecting me to be you?!”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you sing?”

“What? Oh no no no, we’re not actually going through with this,” you spoke as if he was crazy.

“Well do you have a better idea while we try to figure it out?!” He barked.

“Well we could try actually telling them, for one,” you stated the obvious choice with a glance at the door, careful to keep your voice low from suspecting ears.

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jimin replied, his voice not as venomous as it was before. “But do you actually think they would believe us? I don’t know how we’d prove it to them.”

You sighed, wracking your brain of every possible outcome you could think of, but nothing that could be useful came to mind. “You could talk to them?” You suggested meekly.

“Oh, me as in Y/N? Some girl they’ll think is in on the prank we’re trying to pull?” He tutted sarcastically, immediately dismissing it. “Any other ideas?”

“You could answer any of their questions,” you offered, desperate to figure out a loophole. “Something that only Park Jimin would know.”

“They would still think that we pre-planned it, Y/N,” Jimin sighed, and you could tell he was shaking his head. “Trust me, I’ve already thought of everything. There’s no way out of this.”

“There has to be!” You whined, tossing your head back and emitting a loud groan. Just then the doorknob jiggled, and you were suddenly thankful you remembered to lock the door. “Shit, someone’s coming,” you whispered into the phone.

“Jimin, are you okay in there?” A voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You covered the end of the phone to holler before going back to Jimin. “Quick, tell me everything I need to know before I go.”

“Okay, so I'm—er, you're—a singer and dancer for BTS. We just released a new song, so we’ve been going on music shows and doing promotions for it. Today’s the last performance on Inkigayo.”

“Who is Sejin?” You asked, suddenly remembering when Jungkook had mentioned him earlier.

“Sejin is our manager—why? Did something happen?!” Jimin asked, his voice suddenly turning frantic.

“No, no, don’t worry,” you put your hands up to settle him down, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jungkook told me that I better hurry this morning, or else Sejin-hyung was gonna be pissed. I just didn’t know who he was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s our manager. Really nice guy, but you don’t wanna piss him off,” he said before speaking up again. “Wait, can you tell the rest of the members apart?”

“The rest of the members?” You dead-panned, finally pulling on your clothes at the mention of their hot-headed manager. “I don’t even remember their names.”

“Well you better learn them now, because they’re your brothers for the time being,” he said. “You already know Jungkookie, so I’ll skip over him. Now, Taehyung is–”

“Jimin, hurry the fuck up!” A different voice suddenly rasped, accompanied by a loud banging on the other side of the door. “We’re leaving in five, and Tae won’t stop bitching about having to pee!”

“Tell him to use the other bathroom,” Jimin sounded into your ear.

“Um…” You hesitated before reluctantly following orders. “Use the other bathroom!” You called out to the stranger behind the door before cowering away and anticipating his response.

The boy only grumbled in annoyance under his breath before stalking away, leaving you alone once again to your phone call.

“That was Yoongi,” Jimin stated before you even had a chance to ask. “I could tell by his voice. He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep. Remember that.”

“Um… Okay…” you trailed off, wondering if you even needed to be warned about that. It’s doubtful that you’ll do much of any talking today anyways, preferring to just sit back and observe for the time being—at least until you had a grasp on whatever was going on.

“If you need to go to anyone for help, go to Namjoon hyung; he’s the one with his hair shaved on the sides. He’s the leader of BTS, so he’s really responsible when it comes to problems.” Just then there was a loud bang in the background on Jimin’s end, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. “Fuck, I think Jaebum’s coming back down. Give me some pointers for him, would ya?”

“He likes getting his dick sucked,” you snickered.

Jimin didn’t seem to think it was funny, though. “I’m serious!” He huffed before his voice abruptly caught in his throat. “Gotta go,” he quickly mumbled before the line went dead.

You sighed, stressfully running your fingers through your hair again. Great. Now you were approximately 0% closer to figuring out what you were going to do about today.

There was another bang at the door. “Jimin!” A deeper voice you hadn’t heard yet rang through your eardrums. “The van is leaving now! Let’s go!”

You cursed to yourself, quickly tossing the t-shirt you had grabbed over your head and opening the door. “Coming!” You yelled out to no one in particular. Hopefully your voice sounded more confident than you felt.


Well, the good news was that the car ride to the concert venue was an eye-opening, informational one.

The bad news was that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

All six of the other members were there; you made the total number come to seven. Of course you recognized Jungkook, already resenting him for ruining your morning. The way he slumped back in his seat, silent music floating through the outlet of his ear-buds and innocent eyes staring at the passing scenery through the etched glass of the window as if he had no idea of the turmoil he had caused you, did nothing but light a burning hatred aflame in your heart akin to no other.

You may be misdirecting your anger onto him, but you didn’t care. You already didn’t like this boy.

You recognized the second guy who had stopped you on your way back from the shower—the one who had called you out on your scream. He adorned a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face with the white outline of a teddy bear snout on it, as well as round sunglasses that clung around the back of his head and rested atop the nape of his neck. You wondered which of the names was his that Jimin had listed.

You also recognized Hobi as the third to greet you, since that’s what the other boy who scolded him from the kitchen had called him, though you didn’t remember the name ‘Hobi’ being on Jimin’s list. His forehead was shrouded by tufts of slightly wavy, shaggy brown hair, and you could tell that he had cleaned up considerably since you’d first seen him.

Soon your eyes caught on the shaved hair that Jimin had spoken of, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that that must be BTS’ leader, Namjoon. You studied his appearance: long, lanky body, dark, loose-fitting clothing, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop the bridge of his small button nose. He was attractive though he didn’t seem like the leader type, but you weren’t one to judge a book by its cover—plus, Jimin had said you could rely on him, so you were sure to make a mental note of that in the back of your mind for later.

Other than that, the final two boys were completely unrecognizable; you had never seen them before in your life. One of them must’ve been Yoongi, since Jimin said that was who was banging on the bathroom door, but you just didn’t know which one.

He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep, Jimin’s words from earlier came flooding back to you.

Small and innocent, huh? Well, one of the two boys looked 6 feet tall and had shoulders the size of a plane’s wingspan, so you assumed it was the other. Which meant that the wingspan boy must be the one who scolded Hobi in the kitchen.

See, it didn’t take long for you to figure out this puzzle. Being Park Jimin would be a piece of cake.

“Okay, does everyone remember their lines for the opening act tonight?” A man called back from the passenger’s seat.

Shit.

“I do!” A deep voice floated from the young boy with the bear mask over his mouth. “I was reading over the script all night long.”

“He’s not lying,” Hobi chimed in with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I had to tell him to turn off the light three times.”

“And after that, the brightness on his phone,” the leader added with a roll of his eyes. “He had it turned up all the way so it would reflect off the paper.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are light sleepers!” The bear boy shot back. “Who the hell can’t fall asleep because a light is on?”

“It’s too early for this,” Yoongi opened his eyes to groan, only to close them right back again and massage his temples.

A silence fell over the vehicle after that, everyone getting lost in the worlds of their phones, their music, or the back of their eyelids. You decided to do the latter, welcoming the darkness as it soothed your mind and took over your anarchic thoughts.


“Stop, Y/N!” Jaebum protested while curling his fingers around yours and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on!” You giggled, the light sound of your laughter flitting through the darkness of the empty hallway. “It’s this way!”

“We’re not sneaking onto the stage,” he stated, an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn’t approve of the spontaneous adventure you were forcing him on. “We shouldn’t even be back here in the first place! Let’s just leave before we get caught.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that? Live a little, Jae!”

The two of you came to the end of the hallway—excitement coursing through your veins and anxiety through his—as you were now face to face with the curtain that separated backstage from the main stage. You and your boyfriend were at a concert event hours before the show started and it just so happened that during your stroll around the venue, the back door to the arena had been left opened and unattended. Jaebum (being Jaebum) had been completely against the idea of taking a peek inside, but of course you (being you) had to check it out. Curiosity got the best of you; what was the worst they could do, tell you to get out? In your opinion it was worth it for a chance to see the stage from the performer’s point of view.

So that’s how you ended up here, tugging on your reluctant boyfriend’s hand as you ushered him farther into the depths of the building. Each step you took got you closer to the stage, you could feel it, and just before you could pull back the curtain and see the bright lights of the stadium seats, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you guys aren’t supposed to be back here!” A petite woman in a badge around her neck labeled ‘staff’ barked out.

“Sorry, I was just telling my friend here the same thing,” Jaebum looked pointedly at you. “We were just leaving,” he continued as he practically dragged you back down the hall. “We’re so sorry, ma’am.”


The view from the stage looked glorious.

There were more lights than you could’ve ever imagined, lining not only the seats but also the front and sides of the stage, as well as the ceiling which was adorned with giant black speakers as well. Hundreds upon hundreds of chairs lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, all facing forward with one focal point in mind: you. The sight made you realize just how small you actually were; similar to looking up at the bright stars on a clear night, everything appeared so far away—as if your problems didn’t matter as much as they once seemed.

Your only wish was that you were seeing this back then, the day you had snuck into the arena with Jaebum, rather than in the body of some stranger about to perform on Inkigayo with BTS.

“Okay, so the run-through for tonight includes the intro skit, and then from there you’ll go straight into the comeback stage,” an unfamiliar face, probably someone Park Jimin should know, barked out orders through the ear piece all of you were instructed to wear.

Fear started to trickle into you at his words as the severity of what was about to happen finally hit you: you didn’t have a single clue what you were supposed to do. Sure you had secretly watched BTS performance videos on the ride here (all of which included some very difficult dance moves), keeping an eye on the one you recognized as Jimin after glancing at yourself in the rear view mirror several times, but that still wasn’t enough to sate the anxiety rising in your chest. You had no one to turn to, no one to ask questions for help, not even Namjoon, because Park Jimin should already know this. And you never imagined how alone that would make you feel until it was happening, and now it was too late.

Thank god the staff gave you extra scripts for the intro skit this morning, or else you would’ve been even more screwed than you already are.

“Let’s take it from the top, exactly how it’s going to be done tonight,” the producer, you’re assuming, yelled out. “So Seulgi just mentioned BTS’ many wins with their new title track, and then the camera pans over to you guys. And, action.”

You stared blankly down at your script before blinking wide eyes at the other members, completely lost as to what you all were doing. But fortunately, they seemed to know better than you. Or maybe that was unfortunately; they made you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Ah, I can’t believe it’s our last show!” Namjoon cried in disappointment.

“It seems like we just learned the dance yesterday,” the boy with the bear mask (that was now abandoned in his pocket) said, and then he proceeded to break down into a signature move from the dance.

“Taehyung, you’re supposed to sing the line from the chorus while you’re doing the move,” the producer interrupted the scene.

And you studied all night long,” Hobi teased.

“That part wasn’t in the script!” The bear boy, who you now knew was named Taehyung, complained.

“It says ‘sing and dance the chorus’, can you suddenly not read?” Yoongi pointed to the script with a straight face, causing the other members to snicker.

“Mine just says dance!”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” the producer quickly cut in to stop the bickering. “Now you know that I want you to dance and sing the chorus, got it?”

Taehyung grew silent, his lips pressed into a straight line as he nodded his head, and you could tell he was more affected than he lead on by the scolding he received. Though he repeated the scene correctly this time, it was done with less enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. But then the room grew quiet, and suddenly all eyes were on you and you were frozen dead in your tracks.

“Jimin, do you not know your lines?” The producer sighed at you.

It took longer than you’d like to admit to realize that he was speaking directly to you. “Oh! Uh, no sir. I mean yes sir, I know them,” you painfully stumbled over your words as you awkwardly waved the script in the air.

“Well then what’s the problem?” He asked.

You gulped before speaking again; man, these idol people sure were intimidating. “There isn’t a problem,” you shot back as sweetly as you could muster, despite the growing annoyance you felt at the way he was treating you and Taehyung so far.

There was a sigh before the voice in your ear spoke again. “Alright, lets start back from the top.”

You furiously started looking at your lines to read ahead and figure out your parts. So you were supposed to cut in after J-Hope, whoever that was, yelled something about hoping to win tonight’s award at Inkigayo too.

Wow, these guys won every award at these major music shows? Why hadn’t you heard of them before? This just goes to show that you needed to get your nose out of your books in college. The world was happening around you, and you were too busy studying to notice.

It wasn’t until the other members started talking around you that you realized the producer must’ve directed you to take it from the top, and when you heard a bold voice exclaim the lines before your own (you quickly turned around to identify which boy was J-Hope; turns out, he’s the same person as Hobi), you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Well the fans have to be the judge of that, Hyung,” you started, your voice the epitome of bad acting as you paused before awkwardly gesturing your hand out to the empty stadium seats around you. “Why don’t we show them what we’re made of?”

There was the sound of the speaker cutting in. “Jimin, are you slow?”

You blinked your eyes in confusion. “…Excuse me?”

“I said are you slow; do you have an intellectual developmental disorder?” The producer spoke in a dry voice.

You wanted to scoff because you knew what he was asking was offensive, though you were too taken aback and out of place to even think straight. “No…”

“Then stop acting like it,” he barked before the speaker cut off and he gestured his hand for everyone to take it from the top again. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief at the sheer audacity of his words.

You knew it wasn’t your place, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Excuse me!” You were quickly raising your hand to get his attention, simply unable to contain yourself or remain silent in the body of Park Jimin any longer.

The producer raised an eyebrow before cutting in over the speaker again. “Yes?”

You suddenly felt intimidated by all the eyes on you, though you tried to clear your throat and stand your ground. “I don’t really think you can talk to me like that,” you began in a cautious voice that grew stronger with each word.

All the boys snapped their heads to you in bewilderment, the fear in their eyes telling you just how grave of a mistake that you’ve made by talking back to your superior, but you didn’t really see the harm in it. Hey, you were Park Jimin, member of the global sensation BTS, right? You deserved respect just as much as you had to give to others, and so far this man has proven three times that he wasn’t worthy and abused his power by being, to put it simply, an asshole.

There was a stretch of silence that hung in the air before the producer finally spoke again. “I can talk to you however I want,” he hissed out in a strangely calm tone. “And if you want your ass on that stage tonight, I suggest you learn your place.”

The threat was meant to be chilling as you physically heard the breath escape the lungs of your fellow members next to you, though you couldn’t care less—maybe you should’ve, since this was Jimin’s life you were affecting, not your own—but quite frankly, you didn’t want to be on stage tonight. You didn’t want any of this.

So you silently shook your head before throwing your script down on the ground and stepped out from your designated spot. “Then count me out,” was all you said as you stalked off stage.


“I can’t do it, Jimin.”

You were pacing back and forth in an empty dressing backstage with your phone to your ear and your fingers on your temples, desperately trying to massage away the headache that was growing larger with each passing second. “I can’t be you. That guy is a dick and I won’t put up with that bullshit treatment. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Listen, Y/N, just calm down and think about this for a moment.” Jimin was trying to console you on the other end—albeit a bit frantically, since this was his life on the line. “The producer at Inkigayo has always been a dick; it’s known throughout the idol community. But sometimes you just gotta be professional and suck it up.”

“While he gets to get away with being the most unprofessional out of all of us? Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You were quickly shaking your head as your wave of stubbornness resurfaced.

“That’s his job, Y/N. He barks orders at idols and tells them what to do and say on the show. I know you may not like it, but you’re not you right now, you’re me. So if you could please just keep your mouth shut and roll with the punches and remain as compliant as possible, I would really appreciate it.”

You rolled your eyes and parted your lips to reply before your words got caught in your throat at the sound of someone walking into the room. “Gotta go,” you quickly mumbled to Jimin before ending the call right as Jungkook came into view.

“Hey,” the boy said in a voice that was steady yet wary as he looked at you with a tinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Are… you okay?”

You let out a sigh before flopping down onto the couch behind you. Just when was this boy going to leave you alone? “I’m fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

Jungkook nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to take a seat next to you, and suddenly there was a heat emanating from his body so strongly that you had to scoot away in order to put some much needed distance between you two.

“Everyone knows Jang Sukjin-nim can be a real pain in the ass—I mean hey, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve wanted to tell him off in the past,” he shook his head with a light chuckle that had you lifting your head to meet his eyes. “What you did was real badass, hyung. I’ve never seen you act out that way before. I wish I had as much courage as you to stand up for myself.”

It was when he put a comforting hand on your shoulder than your entire body tensed up, the weight of his limb sinking down into your stomach until a knot the size of Africa had formed in its wake and was pulling you down. You tried to swallow, but your throat was suddenly dry.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t we be getting back in there?” You shot up from your seat at the speed of light while a nervous chuckle escaped your lips and your sweaty palms rubbed against your pants, almost completely forgetting about why you’d left the stage in the first place as the boy’s hand fell from your shoulder and back to his side. “I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”

Jungkook nodded and stood to his feet, completely oblivious to your strange behavior. “Good thinking. Sejin-hyung isn’t too happy about this, so the less you keep them waiting, the better.”

Your face blanched at that. Just how many people had you gotten Jimin in trouble with by your little act of defiance? You never knew kpop idols had so many rules.


Putting up with Jang Sukjin for the rest of the day was dreadful, but as much as you felt the urge to dive across the soundboard and strangle him with your bare hands, you were able to keep yourself under control for Jimin’s sake. What made it worse was that you weren’t the only one who got foul treatment, though you simply gritted your teeth and forced a smile every time one of his rude remarks or hostile orders came flying out of his mouth, having to repeat the words compliant and complacent, compliant and complacent over and over again just to keep yourself in check.

After all, a grumpy producer was the least of your worries.

“Jimin, what’s gotten into you today?” Hobi (or J-Hope as the staff called him—you still weren’t sure which was right) turned around with a frown of concern as you messed up yet another dance move by just stalling in place and watching the others rather than actually moving.

Maybe it would help if you actually knew the choreography.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like yourself,” the boy you recognized as the leader chimed in, and you had to physically restrain yourself from tutting.

That was the understatement of the century.

“I don’t know man, I’m just not feeling well today,” you shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair as if this sudden forgetfulness was just as strange to you as it was to them. “My mind’s all cloudy and it’s hard to think straight.”

“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit,” Jungkook worriedly nibbled on his bottom lip.

The smaller one, Yoongi, scoffed. “That wouldn’t help any; he hasn’t done anything all day.”

“Well maybe he just needs some water or something–”

“Guys, really, I’m fine,” you interrupted their bickering since you knew it was pointless. “Let’s just take it from the top.”

The boys all gave you a wary look before Hobi finally gestured for the song to start playing again, and once the now-familiar song started blaring through the speakers, you were just as lost as you had been the first twenty times.

It wasn’t until you physically bumped into the boy with the shoulders of a plane wingspan, who you’ve learned throughout the practice was named Jin, that the music cut to a stop as your ass met the floor with a hard plop!

You didn’t know why you were even trying. It’s not like you could pick up the choreography within a day when you were already supposed to know it.

There were gasps of concern, fits of laughter and groans of frustration that emitted from the people around you when Jin came rushing over to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point.

“Maybe you had the right idea when you stormed away earlier.” Sukjin’s voice blared over the speakers with a sneer that had your teeth grinding together in sheer annoyance at the sound. “Off the stage. Now.”

Jimin was going to be so disappointed in you.


You were forced to watch the rest of BTS practice their stage without the help of Jimin, and though you weren’t familiar with the song, even you could see the obvious holes in the choreography where someone was clearly missing. Their fans wouldn’t be happy with this, and you knew because that’s exactly why manager Sejin had chewed you out for an hour after getting kicked off.

But that was pointless to dwell on, because now you were finally taking a snack break with the rest of the members and were thankfully away from any superiors who could give you shit and potentially punish Jimin in the long run.

No, now all you had to deal with was the disappointment from Jimin’s brothers, which was a lot less brutal but still just as shitty.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi shook his head over a container of kimchi before looking back at you. “How do you just forget the entire dance? I mean how long have we been rehearsing this? We just won at Music Bank the other night.”

“Hyung, chill out,” Taehyung interjected in your defense through a mouthful of rice.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Yoongi shook his head again with a sigh before resuming his meal.

You chose to stay out of it and remain silent at the end of the table with your boxed lunch, feet in the chair and knees to your chest as the guilt ate you alive of if you even should be allowed to eat this food provided for you when you didn’t actually do anything today. It wasn’t like you to feel bad about something that was out of your control, but this was too real. You were submersed in Jimin’s life, surrounded by Jimin’s friends; you were Jimin. And the more you began to realize this wasn’t just a dream you could wake yourself up to escape from, the more reality began to leave a giant lump in your throat.

You missed home. You missed your family and your friends, your boyfriend Jaebum, your apartment. Hell, you even missed university, and that was something you never thought you’d say. What you wouldn’t give to be in the library right now flipping through old pages of textbooks rather than spending time with a kpop group.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to you stirred you from your thoughts, and when you looked up from your meal, you saw that it was Jungkook.

“You, my friend, are having the roughest day in the history of rough days,” he smirked in amusement as he retrieved one of the boxes from the center of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle this much, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve seen you try to talk to girls, hyung.”

Your lips parted as you stared at the goofy grin on his features, his eyes full of mirth and steady on you as he placed the chicken between his chopsticks into his mouth. And though you’ve never properly met Jimin before, you couldn’t help but find the younger boy’s teasing rather amusing. After all, it wasn’t you he was actually making fun of.

Only it was, and you figured while you were stuck inside Jimin’s body and had already fucked up enough with his career, you might as well defend his pride while you could. You owed him that much at least.

“Yah, is that hyung I heard you say? Is that any way to treat your elders then?!” You quickly whacked him on the arm though your scolding was only lighthearted and playful, the laughter falling from Jungkook’s lips letting you know he didn’t take your actions to heart.

You watched the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes sparkled with happiness, unable to remember the last time you’ve seen—or if you’ve ever seen—a smile that big while someone was laughing. For some reason, the elated sound made your heart flutter.

It was then that you were quickly shutting back down and closing yourself off behind the invisible barrier that you built around the chair that you were currently residing in, quickly occupying your mouth with food so you could keep yourself busy and unresponsive.

Jungkook, again, didn’t notice your strange behavior. “Does this lack of memorization have anything to do with that deafening scream you let out in the bathroom first thing this morning?”

You instantly froze. There’s no way he could know about the body swap, right?! But the longer you watched Jungkook casually stuffing his face as if he hasn’t eaten in a year, the more you realized he didn’t actually realize the gravity of his words.

You felt yourself visibly relax. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t you scream every time you look in the mirror and see that ugly face of yours staring back?”

Jungkook let out a scoff before playfully returning the whack to your arm that you gave him earlier. You ignored the way your skin rose with goosebumps in the place that his hand touched. “So does that mean you screamed because you saw your sad excuse of a face?”

“No, I screamed because I woke up to yours.”

It was partly true; you had awoken without a clue who this stranger was, and that definitely aided in the terrified shriek that left your lips when you were brought face to face with someone else looking back at you in the mirror this morning. Jungkook, however, didn’t have to know that, and so your response worked just as well when disguised as a deadpanned insult.

You weren’t aware that anyone had been listening in on your conversation, but that fact was made apparent as a booming roar of laughter suddenly erupted from Taehyung on the other side of the younger boy. “Damn Jimin, that’s a good one.”

“Yeah, you’re normally sickeningly sweet to Jungkookie.” Hobi made a face of disgust before laughing along with Tae. “Who are you today?!”

It was through the boys’ oblivious amusement that you felt your heart drop, finally realizing your biggest mistake yet: if you wanted to pass as Park Jimin, you had to act like him, and you had no idea how to do that.


Unfortunately, your rest from interrogation (aka lunch) came to a much-too-fast end and soon it was back to slouching in one of the stadium chairs in the front row and watching the other members practice like you were some kid that had to be put in time out. Thankfully, this also put you at an advantage since you could study their dance moves from back here and try to engrave them in your mind as soon as possible before you got yourself into any more serious trouble.

You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and text Jimin with profuse apologies and instead focused on the members’ footwork. That seemed to be the hardest part, because while you weren’t much of a dancer lest it be while drunkenly stumbling through a nightclub, you still found it fairly easy to get the gist of things after repeatedly seeing it for what felt like a hundred times. Well, the gist of things for the chorus, at least—that was a start, right?

No, it was the details that were tripping you up—quite literally—and so you resorted to watching their feet move in ways that looked like a piece of cake until you actually got up there and attempted to do them yourself.

“Stop,” Sukjin’s voice, that you’ve grown to despise with every fiber of your being, was barking through the loud speaker as his hands waved through the air with a frustrated shake of his head. “Jungkook, you’re off tempo. I don’t know how they do it over there at Music Bank, but here at Inkigayo we like everything to be done with precision. Understand?”

You visibly clenched your fists by your side as your eyes snapped over to the younger boy in the center of the stage. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown, though before he could let any other emotion show, he quickly cleared his face until his features were expressionless and his head was nodding silently.

You let your jaw slack as you sat there in awe. How was he able to say nothing, absolutely nothing in response to a man who hadn’t done anything but shit on everyone all day? I mean, you weren’t an expert by any means, but you had been paying attention and their moves were perfectly in sync. It seemed like now this man was being rude simply to hear himself talk.

“He did it perfectly,” you heard yourself interjecting before you knew what you were doing.

Everyone, including Jungkook, directed their attention to you. “Excuse me?” Sukjin scrunched his face as if he couldn’t believe you had the sheer audacity to speak after all this time.

You glanced at Jungkook, who was softly yet frantically shaking his head with a worried expression, before turning back to the producer. “I said,” you exhaled as your rose to your feet, “he was doing it perfectly. Stop being such an asshole and let them do their job as performers.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as the arena became silent around you, each person waiting with bated breath to see what Sukjin would say in response to a much-needed call out on his nasty character.

“I want you out of my sight,” he finally seethed in a voice that was so angry you could almost see fire shooting from his ears. “You’re never allowed back here inside Inkigayo under any circumstances, do you hear me? You’ve just cost your group a seventh member at this establishment.”

You felt your lungs deflate in your chest with the breath that you hadn’t known you were holding, a lump lodging its way into your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that you’ve now quite possibly ruined Jimin’s career. But you were too stubborn to let your feelings be shown.

“Gladly,” you responded with a hiss, and then you spun around on your heel and marched out of the music hall.


“What the fuck happened in there?!” Manager Sejin roared when he said you stalking out towards the van in the parking lot.

You let out a sigh. “I got kicked out, hyung,” you threw in the honorific as you had heard the others do to get on his good side.

Apparently it didn’t work. “What do you mean you got kicked out?! What the hell has gotten into you today?!”

You could now see why Jimin had told you this morning on the phone that you don’t want to piss this man off. Though his words weren’t particularly alarming or unexpected, it was his large and looming figure that towered over yours or the way his face lit up bright red and bulged with veins that had a sliver of fear prickling within you.

“I—I don’t know, okay,” you paused before admitting, your shoulders deflating in defeat as you looked down at the ground. “He was bullying everyone all day and I’d just had enough.”

“Well that’s great and all, but today is not the day you get to play fucking martyr,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re supposed to be on that stage because you have the last show tonight, and I’ll be damned if that gets ruined because of fucking Jang Sukjin!”

Apparently this guy has a reputation. Who’d have thought?

“I can’t do it, hyung,” you shook your head back and forth with a frown. “I’m not feeling myself today, I don’t know why. I can’t do it.”

You were surprised to see his face soften a bit. “What’s going on, Jimin? Is this something serious? Do we have to get you to the doctor?”

The thought was entertained in your mind for longer than you’d like to admit. The doctor’s might not be a bad idea; maybe they’d know something about the body swap.

But you knew it was no use. You’ve heard ancient folktales about “soul swapping” before, and that’s exactly what they were: folktales. Nobody in their right mind with a college degree in the medical field would believe you’re not who you say you are. You’d sooner be sent to the insane asylum before they’d help you.

“No, it’s fine,” you finally responded with a sigh. “I just—I think I need to lie down.”


Within thirty minutes you were back inside the BTS dorm, the empty silence such a deafening contrast to the bustling halls and loud voices that occupied it this morning. You sighed before collapsing down on the couch, figuring now would be as good a time as ever to break the news to Jimin. You had to get it over with.

“Y/N!” It felt refreshing to hear your own name being addressed to you again, even if did come from a frantic Jimin. “Thank god you called!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jaebum. He’s…” the boy trailed off.

You waited a few moments before gesturing for him to continue. “He’s what, Jimin?”

“He’s kind of pissed off at you. Like, really pissed off.”

You groaned in frustration, though you’d be lying if you said part of you wasn’t relieved that you both managed to fuck up in one way or another. “What’d you do?”

“Well, he kept trying to have sex with me, and I don’t know about you but I’m not into dudes that way. I’m not sucking his dick just to appease him or whatever the fuck else you suggested this morning before he came barging into the room and tried to take my pants off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as Jimin continued rambling in rage.

“…So I may or may not have punched him in the face.”

“What?!” You cried out as soon as the quick and jumbled words flew from his lips. “Jimin!”

“I’m sorry, okay? It just happened! I wasn’t thinking and acted on a natural reaction!”

You let out an exasperated sigh before putting your head in your free hand. “Where is he? You need to apologize right now!”

“Y/N, please no, you can’t make me do that. He’ll try to have makeup sex with me, or even worse, angry sex! Do you know how rough angry sex is?!”

“Well you sure as hell aren’t letting us break up! Do you know how long we’ve been together? A year! I’m not throwing all that time away because he suddenly thinks I’m abusive!”

There was silence on the other line as Jimin tried to come up with a solution. “What about if I just text him? Tell him I’m sorry, that I’m not feeling well and that we may need some time apart while I figure things out.”

You didn’t like the sound of it, you didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but honestly what else could you do? You weren’t about to let Jimin get raped just because you didn’t want to upset Jaebum.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you finally agreed with a sigh. “If he tries to come back over, you can barricade the doors since he has a key. Or you can stay at Sana’s apartment.”

“Sana?” You could practically hear Jimin tilting his head in confusion. “Who’s Sana?”

“My best friend. Just call her and act weird as fuck and she won’t know the difference.” You quickly brushed him off before getting to the matter at hand. “Jimin, I have to tell you something…”

“What?” There was a slight pause as he put two and two together. “Wait a minute, how are you able to talk to me for so long if you’re at Inkigayo? Are you on break?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” you chewed on your bottom lip while nervously picking at your shirt. “I sort of… got kicked out.”

Unlike your almost visceral response to his bad news about Jaebum, there was a long stretch of silence that hung in the air for longer than you would’ve liked.

“…Jimin?”

“You what?” He finally sounded, only his voice was low, and grim, and in an almost scary tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It sounded strange coming from your own voice, and that’s why it frightened you the most; you only used that tone when you were seriously pissed.

“I–I can fix it, don’t worry,” you were quickly trying to backtrack your words and calm him down. “It’s not that serious, really. I’ve been saying I wasn’t feeling well all day and I can blame it on that–”

“Y/N, do you know what you’ve just done?!” His voice was roaring now. “This goes beyond just you and me! There’s a whole company of people who watch over what I do—fuck, I could get fired!”

“N–no no, don’t be silly,” your voice started to shake as you chuckled nervously. “I told you it wasn’t that serious! Even Sejin understood. He offered to take me to the doctor and I can just–”

“Why did you get kicked out?” Jimin interrupted you, only his tone was more of a dangerously low statement rather than a question.

You winced before reluctantly telling him the truth. “…The producer was being mean to Jungkook, and I–”

“Oh my god Y/N, you don’t just get to talk back to people because they’re being mean!” His voice was in hysterics now. “This is the kpop industry, you take what people give you and you shut the fuck up about it! Oh my god, people are going to wonder why I’m not there tonight and what if Inkigayo leaks the story and–”

“Jimin, calm down,” you urged him in a wary tone. “I told you, I have it under control! Do you really think your company would do that to you? Have a little faith in us, please! I know I’m just a normal girl and have no experience whatsoever in the industry, but trust me, I really do have your best interest at heart. I’m not going to let you get screwed over—at least not on my watch.”

There was a heavy huff of air that was exhaled into the receiver. “You better fucking fix this, Y/N. There’s nothing I could fuck up in your life that would ever amount to how much this means, but I swear to god if you cost me my career, I will ruin everything you love.”

The call fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the atmosphere, and though your immediate reaction was to scoff, cries of you don’t know me! How dare you think your life is better than mine just because you’re a fancy fucking idol! on the tip of your tongue, but you managed to hold yourself back. Whether this was just an empty threat or something more serious, you knew that you deserved it.

“I will,” you reassured him, and that was the last thing you managed to get out before the line went dead.

Are The Girls Here?

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluff…so much fluff, also sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you find any, drop by my inbox and tell me please?

Word Count: 3.1k …sorry?

Summary: At one of Shawn’s Q&A’s, the fans seem to be more interested in you and Aaliyah than they are Shawn.

A/N: There was a Shawn imagine where it was similar but it didn’t include Aaliyah or the same questions. I asked the writer of that fic ( @1-800-sassy-mendes)  if she was ok with it and she was! Hope you understand! Xx

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“y/n? y/n wake up, Shawn’s doing the q&a and you said you were gonna come with me.” Aaliyah said as she shook you awake. 

“I’m up! I’m up. What’s-what’s Shawn doing?” You mumbled as you slowly rose from the couch. 

“The q&a! Come on! It just started!” She whined.

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