wtf do i tag this as even lol

pipe dreams (part five)

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff

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summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?

a/n: finally LOL this is the last chapter of pipe dreams :’) it’s always bittersweet ending stories. not proofreading this rn because i just want to POST

Originally posted by yoonseok


You awaken to the sound of the doorbell ringing shrilly throughout the room.

Rubbing at your eyes, you carefully pry Yoongi’s arms out of their strong grip on your waist and get out of bed. Yoongi groans quietly in response, ignoring the sound of the doorbell and grabbing at empty space until he realizes you’ve left the bed, opting instead to hug a pillow tightly to his chest. The sounds of him dozing off again greet your ears as you turn your back to him to acknowledge your visitor.

Peering through the peephole, your blood runs cold when you see who it is. It’s not housekeeping, but instead, Im Jaebum in his standard leather jacket, jabbing his finger at the doorbell erratically. Flustered, you yell out an abrupt, “Coming!”, and rush back to the bed, covering Yoongi’s mouth as you shake him awake. Jaebum cease his attack on the doorbell, leaving the room silent.

After a few moments, Yoongi’s eyes groggily open, his fingers pushing through his grey locks as he lets out a deep groan, causing you to cringe and slap at his shoulder in fear of Jaebum hearing the noise. He gives you a quizzical look, taking in your frantic appearance.

“Jaebum is here.” You whisper forcefully, pointing at the door, eyes the size of saucers.

“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath.

Gesturing towards the bathroom door, you mouth, “Hide in the bathroom.”

Yoongi gets out of bed softly, and you push him gently towards the enclosed space. He looks over his shoulder at you uncertainly, but ultimately acquiesces, gently sliding the door closed behind him. Huffing, you smooth your clothes down. Somehow you took your blouse off during sleeping, and you were left only in your skirt and a scanty tank top.

You’re sure that your hair is sticking up in places, but you just want to know what Jaebum is here for so that he could leave you alone. Shakily, you open the door. Jaebum sneers at you immediately, his fingers poised in midair over the doorbell.

“Hey, babe.” His eyes rake over your body slowly, his usual greeting for you. Shoving past you, he plops himself on the bed. “Just wake up?” He comments based on the messy bed and presumably because of your messy hair.

Nodding silently, you avoid his gaze as best possible.

“I must say, you look wildly sexy in tank tops. You should wear them more often.” He’s sneering at you again, sending a shudder through your body. “Come join me on the bed.”

You refuse, shaking your head silently in response. “How did you find me here, Jaebum?” You demand to know.

“It’s not that hard, Y/N. There are only so many hotels in Seoul with the view you posted on your social media.”

“And they just let you up?” You make a mental note to block him on all social media. “You have to have a card to get up here.”

Jaebum shrugs nonchalantly. “I just followed someone up. It wasn’t exactly difficult.”

“How did you know this was my room?”

“I just asked reception what room you were in. I said you were my girlfriend.” It seems as if your incessant questioning has raised alarm in Jaebum’s brain. “Why, do you not want me here?” He asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“No!” You blurt out, trying to assume an easygoing front. “I just have to go to work soon. Like right now, actually. I have to get ready for important meetings with potential clients.”

You know your lies are half-assed, but you mentally pray that Jaebum will let things slide for just this once. Your brow furrows slightly at his comment about the room being under your name. Why would it be under your name? Yoongi had checked you in yesterday, you recall.

Ah, you realize, he had probably used your name because he’s, you know, a huge fucking celebrity. You mentally slap yourself.

Well, that saved a whole lot more trouble that would’ve occurred if Jaebum hadn’t found any rooms under your name.

“I’ll watch you get ready.” Jaebum’s words cut through your thoughts.

“I have to shower.”

“Even better.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you swear you’re holding back the urge to vomit. How were you going to get Jaebum out? Now that he wants to see you get ready, he’ll probably follow you into the bathroom and discover Yoongi camped out in the bathtub.

There’s only one way.

Clenching your fists in determination, you take a deep breath before cooing into Jaebum’s ear, hand resting on his chest as you perch yourself next to him on the bed.

“Babe, I’m going to be too distracted if you’re watching me.” You pout, pouring as much saccharine sweetness into your voice as possible. “You give me too many butterflies. I’m too nervous around you.” At least part of that statement was true.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you wait to see if Jaebum will fall for your admittedly lame acting. His eyes light up and he stands up immediately, walking towards the door. Grabbing your hand, he gives you a satisfied smirk. Trying not to cringe, you let him rest your hand in his, wanting to ease him out.

“Okay, okay. You can get ready in peace. I’ll see you when you’re back. I’ll miss you, babe.”

And with that, he finally exits your hotel room and you rush tot he bathroom, letting out an immense breath you had been holding in. Sliding the door open, you’re greeted with a very annoyed-looking Min Yoongi.

His hair is a tousled mess from sleep and it’s honestly a super cute look, but you can’t ignore the fact that his eyes are shooting daggers at you.

“Babe, you give me butterflies.” He mimics, eyes narrowing at you.

“Yoongi. I had to say that or he’d never leave!” You tug at his sleeve. His features relax instantaneously and he’s no longer a green-eyed beast.

“How come you never try that cute shit around me?” He’s pouting now, his lower lip jutting out.

Immediately, you make a sweet expression, batting your eyelashes at him as you lean in close. “Yoongi baby, Y/N is hungry for a kiss!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and pretends to gag, but allows you to pepper kisses all over his face. “Okay. That’s enough out of you for now.”


The next day and a half with Yoongi are, simply put, pure bliss.

Breakfast in bed, sleeping, kissing, watching movies…you’ve never felt more relaxed in your life. Thoughts of Jaebum dissipate from your mind, only to be replaced by the dominating thoughts of Min Yoongi.

You return to your apartment rather begrudgingly, but overall refreshed and ready tot make on work and the hassle of Jaebum again. The next month flies by in a whirl of paperwork and secret dates with Yoongi.

He comes over to your place, or you sneak over to his, spending nights lounging around in his apartment lazily. It’s everything about Yoongi that sneaks back up on you again after all these years without him. His musky scent, his silver rings, his precious eye smile…all these factors combine to hit you like a tornado.

You’re swirling out of control, spiraling into a deep abyss of renewed emotion for Yoongi. Every minute with Yoongi is like a glimpse directly into heaven.

Jaebum has gotten much busier with his work (thank the heavens) and thus only requests to see you twice in a month. But the hearing is fast approaching, and it seems like the case is coming to a close much sooner, and hopefully you can avoid embarking on two dates with Jaebum.

On the final day in court, you’re a ball of jitters, palms sweating as you smooth your hands on your skirt repetitively. The jury is out, reaching a final consensus of the ruling of the case. Your eyes glance at Yoongi, whose eyes are already trained on you. He gives you a small smile of reassurance, and you feel a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize how much you want to win the case.

The clanking sound of the large wooden door opening startles you, and you look over to see the jury returning to their place in the stands. One juror stands up to read the verdict aloud.

“In the case of TF Entertainment v. BigHit Entertainment, the jury finds the defendant to be not guilty on all charges of copyright infringement.”

Just like that, the case is over. The BigHit team is abuzz, various people walking around to congratulate one another as you carefully gather your belongings. You feel disappointed, to say the least. You had wanted so desperately to win this case, to further your career, but it had fallen short. But you’re happy for Yoongi, so you try to push away the thought that you’ll probably take a huge hit for losing the case.

Jinyoung approaches you, politely extending his hand forward. “It’s been a pleasure, Miss Y/L/N.”

Plastering a smile on your face, you shake his hand lightly and turn to excuse yourself from the courtroom, your heels clacking on the loud floors. Yoongi and you had agreed to not discuss the case after it had ended, and you leave without waiting for him.

It’s so unbearably uncomfortable when you’re on the opposite side of the emotional spectrum as someone close to you. It’s a similar feeling to trying to be happy for Yoongi entering BigHit when it meant he had to be apart from you. The night passes without any communication from Yoongi, and you accept that things are going to be tense between the two of you for a bit.

Begrudgingly, you trudge into work in the morning, where you’re almost immediately called into the office of the head of your firm.

“Y/N, I’m sure you know exactly why I’ve called you into the office today. We’ve all received news of the verdict in the case you were assigned to.”

Pursing your lips, you look down at your hands in your lap as your superior speaks to you. You brace yourself for the reprimanding you are about to receive.

“Great work, Y/N. I know that it must be rather painful to have your first loss, but that’s inevitable in our industry. The legal system plays out however it should be played out, and that’s that. I commend you for your efforts, truly I do. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? You’ve certainly earned it.”

Looking up in surprise, you see your superior smiling kindly at you. With that, he waves you out of his office, leaving you to gather your emotions. A wave of relief washes over you as you make your way back into your office. This feeling is soon replaced by ecstasy as you surge with pride at the praise you’ve received from your boss.

Things really do work out for the best in the end.

It’s very telling who the first person you tell good news to is. That first person is someone that holds a big part of your heart, someone that you seek to make proud, someone that you want to hear words of affirmation from. But most importantly, that someone is the someone who shares in your successes, who thrives off your happiness and who walks each path in your life alongside you.

For you, that person is none other than Min Yoongi. You bite your lip as you try to hold back a grin while you listen to the ringing sound of your cell phone pressed against your ear.

“Hi.” Yoongi’s voice is deep, resonating huskily in your ear.

“Hi.” You repeat back breathlessly, butterflies surging in the pit of your stomach.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d call and I didn’t want to call first.” It’s understandable that Yoongi would be nervous to call you, as things had a high probability of being a bit tense after the court case came to a close.

“Well here I am, calling you. With some good news, I might add.” The grin has broken out onto your face now.

“What’s the good news?”

“My boss called me into the office just now and I was really scared that he was going to reprimand me for losing the case, but he surprisingly praised me and I honestly feel like I could conquer the world right now. And he told me to take today off!” You’re gushing into the speaker, your other hand mindlessly twirling with a strand of your hair.

“That’s great, Y/N. I’m really glad to hear that. I agree, you did a kickass job and you deserve the day off.”

“Thanks, Yoongi. What are you doing right now? Want to meet up?” Your heart is racing at the idea of spending your day with Yoongi.

“Actually, I’m in meetings all day. I’m really sorry. I wish we could spend the day together but I’m flooded with work right now. It’s going to have to wait until this weekend. I’m sorry. I want to see you too.” Your heart sinks as Yoongi’s words reach your ear and you can’t help but feel disappointed although you know it’s not his fault. The weekend seems so far away.

“It’s okay.” You give a lighthearted laugh, trying not to let your disappointment show. “Work hard, Yoongi. I’m just going to retire to my apartment and drink wine and watch TV until I fall asleep.”

“I’ll see you on Friday night for sure, though?”

“Definitely. Bye for now.”

“Bye, Y/N.” With a click, your call with Yoongi is over and you look sadly down at your shoes, pondering what to do. You decide to follow up on what you had told Yoongi you were going to do, and stop by the store to pick up snacks and wine for your night in.

As you’re inserting your key into the lock, you hear the sound of shuffling inside of your apartment. Your heart begins to thud against your chest as you silently press your ear against the door, clutching onto your groceries tightly.

There’s undoubtedly someone inside, and your mind races with possibilities.

A burglar?

Or worse, Jaebum?

Lightly putting your bags down, you grip the bottle of wine in your hand as you brace yourself to open the door.

One. Two. Three.

With a deep breath, you unlock the door and push it open, holding the wine bottle up in preparation to strike whoever was in your apartment. Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, what seems to be the source of the noise, you try to control your breathing.

When you round the corner, you yell out in shock, almost flinging the bottle to the ground.

What greets you in your kitchen is not a burglar and not Im Jaebum, but Yoongi.

He’s giving you a smirk as his eyes trail to the bottle in your hand.

“Were you going to hit me with that?” His eyes are teasing as he walks towards you, taking the bottle out of your hand.

“Yoongi!” You whine, slapping at his chest as his arms wrap around your waist comfortingly. “Don’t surprise me like that! How did you even get in my apartment? I was literally about to kill you with that wine bottle.”

Yoongi gives you a gummy smile as he pulls you tightly against his body. “Wendy gave me the spare key. I was going to surprise you after you got off of work today but you called me and told me you were coming home early and I didn’t have time to prepare what I was going to prepare for you.”

You feel yourself sinking into him as you rest your head against his chest, letting out a huff as you remember giving Wendy a spare key to your apartment in case you ever got locked out. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to prepare anything. Just having you here is enough for me.”

Yoongi groans at your words. “When did we become so cheesy? I just wanted to do something special for you because I thought things would be awkward for a bit after the case, and I thought that this could clear things up. But I see now that you trying to attack me with a wine bottle is enough to cut through any and all awkwardness.”

Pulling back, you shrivel your nose up as you rest your hands on his chest. “Hey! I could’ve seriously injured you. That’ll teach you to stop sneaking into my apartment.”

“I doubt you couldn’t injured me. I can take you any day.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Anyways, can you go into the living room, please? I have a small surprise to give to you.”

Pouting, you give Yoongi a suspicious glare as you trot into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch as you relax. Suddenly, you remember that your groceries are outside still and you stand up to go retrieve them right as Yoongi enters the room with his hands behind his back.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi narrows his eyes playfully.

“I left my groceries outside because I thought I was going to have to fight a burglar.”

“I’ll get them for you later. Just please sit down again.” Yoongi slowly walks towards you, waiting for you to sit again before pulling his hands out from behind his back.

Presented in front of you is a bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies.

“Yoongi—“ You try to speak out in thanks but he shushes you.

“Let me say something first.” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, and you cock your eyebrow in surprise at how nervous he suddenly is. His pale fingers twirl at a ring around his finger. After taking in a deep breath, he starts to speak again. “You know why I always get you these flowers? Orange tiger lilies?”

You shake your head.

“They’re my favorite flowers. Because they remind me of you each time I see them. Bright, beautiful, and unique. Unlike any other. I read somewhere that they represent pride and confidence, but not arrogance. Just like you. You’ve always been prideful and confident, and I know you loved me way back when we were just stupid high school kids, but you put your own aspirations over love. And that’s an incredibly difficult thing to do, being selfish like that.”

The word selfish rings loudly in your ears and you feel a slight sting as you wonder if he’s trying to compliment you or backhandedly insult you. He sees your worry and his eyes widen as he continues frantically.

“No, no, I don’t mean it in a negative way! So many people forget that life is about caring for yourself, too. And that’s something you’ve always done well. You’re strong, and you know how to take care of yourself. I love that about you. So I love tiger lilies for all the same reasons that I love you.” Yoongi’s voice is soft, and you feel your face turn hot at his words. He loves you.

After a brief pause, Yoongi’s eyes search yours as he reaches out to grip your hand tightly. “I would ask them to be my girlfriend, but they’re a flower and that’s not physically possible, so I guess I’ll just have to ask you instead. Be my girlfriend?” He teases.

You’re breathless, truly. You try to wrap your head around the whole situation and you open your mouth but no words come out. It’s been too long in silence for Yoongi and he detaches his hand from yours in favor of pushing his fingers through his hair as he stands up, pacing back and forth in a panicky manner.

“Fuck.” He mutter under his breath. “I’m so sorry. I totally misread this whole situation. I thought you still loved me and that this would be a good idea. Fuck. I knew I should’ve waited until after I cooked you a meal like I had planned to. I should’ve set up candles earlier and scattered those dumb rose petals like I’d planned and holy shit I’m so stupid. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I—-“

His ranting is cut off by you giggling furiously, standing up to rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you peck his lips quickly.

“Yoongi, you’re really really cute when you’re nervous like this. What happened to the cool Yoongi I know and love?” You tease, nose brushing his lightly. His facial features relax noticeably.

“So you’re not freaked out by what I just said?”

“No, not at all. It’s about time you asked me. I thought you were never going to.” You peer into his eyes bashfully. “I do still love you, Yoongi. I’m not sure I ever stopped, really. And I definitely want to be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi looks proud now, as he smiles gummily down at you. Leaning in slowly, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, hands coming up to grasp the sides of your face. The cool feeling of his silver rings on your skin causes shivers to run through your body, lips parting as you let out a sound in response to the feeling. Yoongi takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth, caressing yours gently as you drag your hands down his chest.

You feel wetness pooling in your panties as Yoongi repeatedly drags his tongue against yours, lapping languidly into every crevice of your mouth. Moaning quietly, you grab at his shirt desperately, causing him to tilt his head back, ending the kiss.

You’re about to groan out needily when he leans back in, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear.

“Let’s go into your room.”

Nodding furiously, you let him tug you into your room. He sits on the edge of your bed and pulls you up to straddle him. His lips attack yours again as soon as you are sat down on his lap, his hands everywhere. The cool feeling of his rings migrates as he unbuttons your shirt to reveal your lacy black bra, pushing his hands underneath immediately, lips never leaving yours.

His hands massage at your breasts and your now erect nipples as you moan wantonly into his mouth. Yoongi pulls away to whisper into your ear again.

“There’s that pretty sound.” His voice is husky, and he starts to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harshly as he travels down it.

You can feel him growing hard against you, and you dig your hips downwards in effort to ease your horniness. His stiff member presses deliciously against your core and you can feel yourself practically losing your sanity at the combination of this motion and his attacks on your neck and breasts.

You’re whining shamelessly as you repeatedly grind down on his dick, the thin material of his sweatpants providing a meager barrier. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had soaked through your panties and were in the process of dirtying his sweatpants. Your skirt has hitched up around your waist at this point, and Yoongi moves his hands to try to tug it off of you.

You briefly halt your motions so he can tug it off of you, and he swivels you around so you’re pressed with your back against the bed. Yoongi stands up, admiring your scantily clad form from above for a brief second before he crawls up over you to speak into your ear again.

“You know what matching underwear means, right?”

You shake your head in response to his question.

“It means you’re going to get fucked really hard.”

You gulp loudly as you look into Yoongi’s eyes, finding them to be intense. His fingers hook into your panties as he pulls them down infuriatingly slowly. Propping your legs up over his shoulders, he pushes your legs apart as he leans in slowly until you can feel his breath fanning over your center.

“So wet already, babygirl. Did you enjoy yourself, grinding down on me like that earlier? Using me for your own pleasure?” With each word, air hits your center and you feel yourself growing red in embarrassment at how needy you feel.

“Yoongi. Please just do it already, I feel like I’m going to go crazy.” You whine, covering your eyes with your hand as you blush furiously.

Suddenly, your stomach tightens as the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue prodding at your core hits you. He’s so incredible with his tongue that you feel yourself dangerously close to the edge within a matter of minutes, his long fingers thrusting into you relentlessly. The feeling of his rings stretching you out repeatedly is heavenly, and your toes curls as you feel yourself hitting your high embarrassingly quickly.

“Oh god.” You cover your eyes as you cringe, peeking through your fingers to see a smirking Yoongi.

“I guess I’m just too good.” He shrugs.

“Shut up.” You pout as you realize he’s still fully clothed, and you sit up to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before you frantically attempt to push his sweatpants down, tugging at the string.

“Someone is a little eager.” Yoongi cocks his eyebrow at you and you groan, reaching up to entangle your fingers in his hair as you press kisses against his lips.

“Please stop teasing me and hurry the fuck up.”

Yoongi shoves his pants and boxers off, pushing you back onto the bed as he pumps himself. Crawling over you again, he wraps your legs around his waist before he thrusts himself fully into your entrance, waiting for you to adjust. When you give him an okay, he begins pounding into you, causing you to cry out. The feeling of his tip slamming against your walls repeatedly is euphoric and you feel dizzy with how good he’s making you feel. No one’s every fucked you this hard before, and you start to clench down on him uncontrollably, legs trembling.

“Yoongi, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” You breathe out, your nails digging into his back as he pants heavily on your neck.

He thrusts powerfully into you until you feel the coil in your stomach snap, and Yoongi follows closely behind as you feel his hot release coat your walls. Pulling out, he rushes into the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe at you, cleaning the two of you up before he slips on his sweatpants again and throws his shirt over your head.

His white shirt drapes nicely over your body, and you collapse onto the bed again, grasping at Yoongi’s body as you rest your head against his chest. The only sounds in the room are your breathing.

“Yoongi, don’t forget to get the groceries.” You whisper quietly against him as you feel yourself begin to drift off into slumber.

“Goddammit. Is that the first thing to say to me after that?” Yoongi groans into your hair before you feel yourself drown in the familiar feeling of sleep.


“Yoongi, do you have to go?” You pout childishly, tugging at his sleeve as the two of you walk down the street to your apartment.

“Yes, Y/N, of course I have to go. I can’t just dip out on a tour to spend time with my girlfriend, no matter how cute and pretty and sweet she is.” Yoongi teases, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“But I don’t want you to go.” You bounce up and down as you continue to whine. “A month is such a long time.”

“You’ll be visiting me in Japan before you know it!” Yoongi exclaims, pulling you to sit down on the steps to your apartment when you arrive.

“No. It’s going to feel like forever without being able to see you every day.” It’s been two months since Yoongi asked you to be his girlfriend again, and each day you’ve been alternating staying over at each others’ apartments. No matter how busy your days were, you would always get to see Yoongi at night after the two of you got off of work.

“It’s okay. Maybe time apart will make our time together afterwards feel even better than usual! I’m getting tired of you anyways.” Yoongi teases you again.

“Shut up, Yoongi. You’re so mean.” You groan, hitting at his arm lightly with your free hand. Yoongi’s hand slips into his jacket pocket, and it comes out holding a tiny jewelry box.

“What’s that?” You can’t help but wonder. Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead opting to open the box in silence, revealing a shiny silver ring with a minimal design on it, very much Yoongi’s style.

“This is for you.” Yoongi tugs at your hand, lifting the ring out of the box and pushing it gently onto your ring finger. He stretches his hand out, showing you that he has the same ring on his ring finger as well. Your heart is fluttering uncontrollably at this point, and you wrack your brain for something to say in response to his incredible sweet and unexpected gesture. However, he beats you to it.

“I got you this so that you can remember me each day when I’m gone. It’s not an engagement ring, but a promise ring. Because I promise, although I know we just got back together, one day I will propose to you, and that I’ll slip a real ring onto your finger. But for now, I’m giving you this as a small token of our love.” Yoongi’s eyes inspect yours, and you find yourself tearing up. Just as a tear spills over the edge, Yoongi speaks again. “You better wear this every day. If you aren’t wearing it the next time I see you, we are over and I’m not kidding about that.”

Laughing through your tears, you hug him tightly. “Yoongi, way to ruin a perfectly good moment.”

When you pull apart, you glance into his warm eyes once more. “Thank you, Yoongi. I love it so much. I’m going to miss you so much while you’re on tour, and I don’t know how I’m going to last these next few weeks without you, but you better call me every fucking day. And you better not talk to any other girls while you’re away. Not even the stylist noonas.” You glare playfully at him.

“Okay, I promise. Do the stylists noonas have a promise ring from me? No. You’re the only girl for me, Y/N.” Yoongi leans in and presses a kiss against your lips, and you can feel yourself smiling during it, the corners of your mouth turning upwards.

Sighing after exchanging a few more kisses, you rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder as he pulls you close against him. The two of you look towards the horizon, where the sun is starting to set.

The sky is flooded with a beautiful shade of orange, and you can’t help but think of tiger lilies.


a/n: am so so incredibly sorry if this is absolute shit and if it’s hella disappointing bc i made you wait so long for this dumb cheesy shit but hey, on the brightside, i uploaded finally? i feel so guilty for dragging this on for so long. i am so so so sorry i suck at posting : ( but my my my it’s finally over! i really enjoyed writing pipe dreams and i am really happy with the response y’all have had to it and i hope you really enjoyed reading it HAHA i am so sorry once again for being shit at uploading. you can expect more chinesesuga posts in the near future! i’m going to dedicate time every week to writing. i’m gonna write some kang daniel shit real soon bc i suddenly am in love w him, and also more bts and got7 stuff hehe~


Would you trade this war to make it so? It is some kind of hell to be forced to choose one irreplaceable thing over another.

  • yoi: *breaks gender norms*
  • y'all: okay... but what if... we give them boobs and long hair so they're girls...
deh cell phone/social media headcanons (?)

ok so I like rarely post on this blog but I couldn’t stop thinking about like what they’d all be like using their phones and stuff?? idk im tired this is gonna be shitty but less go


  • ok but he would def have an ifunny and have like 1834384 followers (or whatever idk how it works but he’d be popular ya know)
  • and like brag about it  constantly
  • like “guys I’m like,,, ,, kind of famous not to brag”
  • (but he would be bragging)
  • (110%)
  • ok hear me out,, but he would SO be one of those people who have an android phone and believe that apple products are Spawned From Satan™
  • like if anyone would be like “haha lol why do u have that crappy phone” he would launch into a fULL ON RANT about how much apple sucks and all the cool stuff on his phone and how much better it is
  • he would probs have a meme account on insta too tbh
  • he would have a voicemail that goes “hello?” and trick the person to start talking ya know
  • and like ten seconds in he would be like “SiKe i’m not here rn hahAAA leave a message”
  • he would text in all lowercase for sURE
  • lots of crytyping and excessive commas obvi
  • uh he would have the highest snapscore (or whatever it’ ever it’s called)
  • his story would always be sooo long 
  • all just vids of his day and people doing funny things
  • he would have 23859320495803 snapchat memories ok
  • he would just be v funny idk i love him


  • connor frekaing murphy okay
  • just hear me out pls
  • ,he would probably have a tumblr that’s like surprisingly aesthetic?
  • (idk how to word that but you now what i’m trying to say)
  • but it would be a Major Secret™ like if someone asked him he would be like “lol tumblr who is that”
  • his screen on his phone would always be shattered
  • he wouldn’t really care tho tbh
  • his insta would probably be like empty except for one picture he posted when he was really young
  • but after he meets evan he posts a lot more
  • like really really random candids that most people would just delete
  • that would be his entire account okay
  • (also pictures of evan being Cute)
  • he would most likely always have the second newest iphone
  • like when everyone had an iphone 7 he would have a 6 know what i mean
  • ok but 
  • cmon
  • he would DEF take so many selfies
  • and like keep them in his my eyes only on snapchat
  • he would never post them anywhere but one day he decided to post one on insta and everyone was s h o o k 
  • and freaked out
  • im talking like 200 comments
  • anyway
  • I just don’t picture him using snapchat that much
  • i think he would like have a streak with evan and maybe like a 3 day one with jared every once in a while but other than that nothin
  • his voicemail would be like “u can leave a message but ill probably not listen to it so just text me instead bye”
  • yeah that’s connor


  • zoe i love her omg
  • ok 
  • so she would have an insta and it would have The Best Theme Ever™
  • it would be v pastel i feel
  • and there would be a lot of pictures of flowers
  • and of alana
  • obvi
  • she would also post vids of her like playing the guitar and other instruments and they would be so good and get like so many likes
  • her bio would be something really deep but in french?
  • like she would probably go on google translate and type in a cool quote and just copy and paste it into her bio tbh 
  • but it would be so cute and cool
  • she would have a rose gold iphone
  • no matter what
  • it would always be the newest kind
  • and she would like n e v e r wear a case on her phone 
  • (except for those clear ones, in which case she would like draw on them or put stickers on)
  • but her phone would never crack or get scratched
  • ever
  • and everyone would be like “????? how???”
  • she would DEF have a tumblr
  • she would have a personal blog and then an aesthetic one and like 39483 extra sideblogs
  • her voicemail would be the typical “hey, it’s zoe! can’t get to the phone right now, pls leave a message!”
  • she would have had it as one like jared’s before but it probably somehow screwed her over
  • so she changed it
  • she would text in all caps a lot i feel
  • i just love her?? ok??


  • guys.
  • GUYS
  • i have so many for this girl
  • she would have a tumblr too
  • and she would follow every single one of zoe’s blogs
  • she would SO have a studyblr okay
  • like she would for sure have a bullet journal 
  • and have such pretty and high quality pens and highlighters
  • it would be everyone’s goals
  • her insta probably doesn’t have a theme tho
  • I feel like she wouldn’t post often?? ?
  • but when she would it would either be a long political thing or just a cute pic of zoe
  • she would have like mostly perfect grammar when she texts
  • except she would just use like SO MANY question marks
  • not like?? this??
  • but it would be like Wow?????????
  • like that
  • that made no sense
  • ok moving on
  • her voicemail. her voicemail
  • would be so extra okay
  • like she would have definetly (that’s not how u spell that ok) have found a way to make it so u have to press the numbers when u call her
  • like “for work calls, press 1. for family calls, press 2. zoe murphy, press 3.” that type thing
  • and she would have SO MANY different categories for everyone
  • people would get annoyed with it and give passive agressive messages sometimes but she wouldn’t care reallu
  • she loves her organized voicemail
  • she would def save her own money to buy her phone
  • but she would like mostly buy the iphone 6
  • idk why
  • she just would
  • SHE WOULD HAVE A SNAPCHAT STREAK WITH EVERYONE. dont fight me on this i know it
  • i love alana too 


  • okay okay okay guys
  • i saved the best for last
  • i like,,,, love evan so much ok
  • what a little bean
  • anyways
  • so first of all 
  • he would probably have the iphone 5s
  • and it would run out of battery in about .2 seconds
  • he wouldn’t really care but he feels bad missing his mom’s calls so he’s always asking for a car charger 
  • his background would be of trees on his lock screen (obvi okay)
  • but his homescreen would be a pic of connor 
  • 4 sure
  • of course
  • and once they’re like “official” his lockscreen would be a pic of them
  • just bein cute
  • aw 
  • ok this is for a different time but id like to mention that i feel like he would have a dog?
  • moving on
  • his voicemail would probably be the standard “your call has been transfered to an automated voice messaging system. blah blah blah.”
  • but jared would be like “dude. u gotta change that.”
  • so after like 203857 tries he finally just goes
  • “hithisisevanimnothererightnowpleaseleaveamessage”
  • (connor would think it’s adorable btw)
  • his instagram would be adorable
  • he would probably post every two seconds
  • he would post a lot of pics of trees
  • but when becomes closer with alana and zoe and connor he starts posting pics of all them together and like cute blurry selfies
  • his bio would be like “HI, this is evan! Here are my pictures.”
  • he would have a snap but not post on it much
  • like maybe every once in a while
  • but he would of course have a streak with connor
  • (probably alana too tbh)
  • oh i forgot to mention this but he would be terrified to crack his phone
  • he would have a big clunky case 
  • (like an off brand otter box but worse)
  • he would text with perfect grammar
  • it would be so cute
  • like “Hello, how are you?”
  • aaaaa
  • but when he would get really anxious he would pull up like one of those soothing sounds apps
  • and put use the apple headphones that you get with the phone in
  • (he would still have those and never loose them btw)
  • and he’d just try to breathe and listen
  • i love this boy so much. so so much. yeah. 

wow this was longer than i expected lol hope u enjoyed that crappy headcanon!

(ps i ended up actually making the pets headcanon so if u wanna see it lmk and i can post it lol)


why does no one ever talk about this


i was tagged by the foine ass slice of cake @co-kai-ne to do the bias selfie thingy so tysm!!!

i tag @kyungsooshoopearring, @loeychateau, @chanveol, @thiccxing, @silkstan, @sefuns, @kyungsootrash120, @kyungsol, @xingmithefool, @bbh-l, @suho69, @briannaforhire, and whoever the fuck else wants to lmao

you guys don’t hafta do this if you don’t want to or already have btw!!!

So hey guys, Lance is canonically 19 years old (and apparently will be 20 in S3) and all of the paladins are “within a few years of each other” so I feel like the oldest Shiro can be is 21/22 and the youngest Pidge can be is 16/17, so like lol why does this discourse still exist when this information was given to us LAST FUCKING YEAR. 


i was tagged by @merry-kris-mas to do the bias selfie tag so here i am !! tired and in my pyjamas but still cute thanks to snapchat’s filters

(not to be an astrology hoe but my leo asc is really happy with the mane looking hair in this one)

((and also yixing would be the luckiest person on earth to have me js))

tagging @tegachan @kinkhyvn @kingloeys @thekaitomyxing @xingdaddycentral @laybaeby @glitterdaes @violetnpurple


This is for every Shiro involved ship cause I’m tired of everyone coming for each other cause ya all extra as hell 🙄 ship what you wanna seriously cause the creators are saying a bunch of shit then theres things like this on their official shit. Like they saying five teenagers from earth, that includes Shiro. Also if you seen the video where the creators were agreeing to Shiro being an adult they looked like they were just tired of everyone and just agreed to it so people would stop asking cause they seem not to even know wtf they’re doing right now. People have mentioned this in other posts so here are the receipts lol.

  • me in my gif tutorial: you want to keep your frames under twenty and pick a scene with clear lighting! name your layers so they don't get mixed up! ♥
  • also me: picks a scene with no light. starts with over 40 frames, deletes ten and ends up re-drawing half of the remaining by hand. has over 150 layers. none of them have names. the project is not even halfway complete.
  • me @ me: i love you but wtf is wrong with you

!! i was tagged by @minkibread who is super cute wth??? it was “post a moodboard of your wanna one bias” and the one w/ your bias not in wanna one buttttt,,,i’m too lazy rn lol

and how do people make moodboard uhm

anyways!! bless snow for blurring my skin LOL (their filters are !! so cute!!) and make sure to tag me so i can see your beautiful faces!! so i can spam u and hype you up bc i bet u guys are all beautiful!! even if we aren’t mutuals, hmu so we can be friends!

tagging: @starrywinters @baeijns (;; @wannabl @pinksausageduo @wannamoon @yourkpopscenarios and anyone else who wants to do it!!

nobodys-baby-now  asked:

#why are you people here i do not understand ARE YOU CRAZY, YOU'RE LIKE SUPER FUNNY AND AMAZING AND YOUR GIFS GURL OH FUCK ME UP. Which was how I found you, and also your conversations with Meg lmao bringing people together. And when I got to meet you you are so awesome and YOU LOVE SNAPE LIKE ME LIKE THAT'S SO UNSUAL AOIFJSDFJ I'm so glad we talked to each other <3 <3 AND THAT YOU DON'T JUDGE ME BASED ON MY TAGS LOL


Originally posted by nhatalia-br


Aaaaaaand WTF I literally score 11/10 on the weirdo scale, how could I judge anyone based on anything? Also have you read my tags? I mean…um…all very normal…NOT bahaha

Pleeeeeeease tell me how you found my blog, why you followed and what made you stay (anon or not)

the couple im hanging out with are fighting in front of me rn and it’s hella awks so here’s some fluffy tyler/mark headcanons:

- tyler loves trolling mark just as much as mark loves to troll him, it’s their most common way of flirting tbh.

- like tyler loves to sass mark especially when mark is being cranky. mark gets mad sometimes but it always ends up chilling him out eventually.

- tyler insists on having a weekly date night where there’s no youtube talk and it’s just the two of them bc couple time is essential. sometimes they just sit at home and watch netflix, sometimes they go out somewhere nice.

- mark knows tyler really appreciates romantic gestures so he gets him little presents like flowers or drones.

- mark always starts out joking when he tells tyler to spank him or calls him daddy or tries to get tyler to pin him down when they’re wrestling but it’s cuz he’s still shy about liking to be dominated/manhandled sometimes. it’s ok though bc tyler knows this and is the one to transition the playing around into sex. he’s got you, bb.

- mark expected tyler to be hesitant about bottoming but tyler’s just like ??? dude, i wouldn’t be with you at all if i didn’t trust you, like, it’s all good. also i’ve done it before.

- ethan jokingly ships them and teases them all the time about how they’re practically a couple, he was SO HAPPY when they finally hooked up.

- they are both blanket hogs and fight over the bathroom in the morning, like, it’s a constant war for resources between them about everything down to the last cookie.

- tyler is constantly pushing mark to try new things and express himself and maintain a healthy work/life balance and mark sometimes calls him his supportive wifey and even though they’re both aware that’s sexist/heteronormative af it kinda sticks, so mark changes tyler’s name on his phone to wife and always greets him with a solemn “hello, wife”

- tyler is super deadpan so mark often gets nervous that he’s mad or annoyed with mark and sometimes tyler doesn’t correct him and say nah dude i’m good, cuz the longer mark is nervous the more likely he is to apologize for something tyler didn’t even know he did yet