#wow lots of text posts today wtf is happening

[blood-ology]

Got my wisdom teeth out and now every time I laugh or smile the anxious part of my brain is like “girl don’t rip your fuckin stitches out laughing at this!!”

[tteokggukk]

welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started." 

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile. 

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red. 

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted. 

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95. 

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack. 

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer. 

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?" 

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off. 

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

[ficswithrimi]

Golden (Final Chapter Pt. 1)

First Chapter: Chapter 1

Last Chapter: Chapter 13

Next Chapter: Final Chapter Pt. 2

Wanna talk to Golden and get to know him or expose him? Then follow @goldenrecs!

A/N: WE’VE FINALLY ARRIVED TO THE FINAL CHAPTER OF GOLDEN! Unfortunately, it was getting waaay too long so I have to split it in two parts. I’ll give my sap, emotional author’s note on the second part. Speaking off, the second part should be up within a week or two! Please enjoy the first part of the last chapter of Golden! Please tell me your thoughts! It makes me happy~ OH! And for the almost last time, please listen to this~ 

                                                             ~!~

Jungkook’s POV

“Good morning! This is Wendy reporting outside of the Language Hall’s auditorium where just an hour from now, the creative writing final exam will start! It is expected that our school’s biggest mystery, Golden, will reveal himself to the world or, er, his classmates,” the reporter giggled nervously at her slipup. Shaking her head, she directed the cameraman to pan the camera to the crowd of students awaiting outside of the auditorium doors. No one could tell who was actually in the class and who was just there to see Golden. There were signs with various names of who they assumed was Golden, girls and guys dressed up as if Golden was going to propose to them after their reveal, and just curious passersby.

           “Yes, it is 7am and in half an hour, the doors to the auditorium will open to allow those taking the final in,” Wendy grinned in the camera as it panned back to her. Shifting her eyes to a random student waiting in the massive line, she motioned the cameraman to follow her. “Ah yes, here we have a fan of Golden waiting anxiously to see his-“

           “I’m here for my final.” The female student cut the young reporter off. Wendy’s eyes widened briefly before letting out a forced chuckle.

           “Of course, you are! But Golden will be revealing himself in your final today! Aren’t you excited-“

           “I just want a decent grade.” The girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

           The fake smile on Wendy’s face fell as she glared slightly at the woman. The cameraman cleared his throat to try to get the reporter to return to acting professional. However, the woman didn’t seem to understand the gesture. “So, why are you here so early then, huh?”

           The student dramatically looked behind her at the crowd of students and even faculty that was still growing before exasperatedly swinging her arms open. “I dunno, maybe because I’d like to be able to actually get inside? Listen, I think you all are crazy bitc-“

Wendy immediately whipped around to face the camera to cut off the woman’s words, her hair smacking the student behind her in the process. “Okay! We will cut to the weather forecast for the week and come back here later!”

           Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair as he clicked off his phone. This was going to be a long day – he already expected it. Not only would he have to sit through 200 students presenting their blog to the class and the professor, but he would have to deal with the campus afterwards obsessing over him. Namjoon told him that maybe it would blow over when everyone came back in the new year after the holiday break, however, Jungkook had an unsettling feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. Sure, maybe it’d die down a little, but he was a big deal. People outside of the university knew about him and his blog.

           He had all of this to worry about and his nerves. Jungkook was nothing like Golden in the outside world. He was a shy guy who tried to avoid human contact with others as much as possible. That’s why he strolled around campus with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. Just thinking about over half of the university knowing him gave him slight anxiety. However, what worried him the most was Y/N. Today – in like an hour or whenever he got up to present – she would know that the guy she crushed on was him. She’d know that he was the one who casually flirted with her online and secretly dedicated songs to her. She’d know how Golden has been by her side this entire semester – right under her nose. But, along with knowing who he was, she’d know he was the reason why she received so much hate on her blog that she deleted. The reason why her and her best friend got into a fight. Why she was confused about Taehyung. That he -Golden - was the reason for all her stress this semester.

           Would the 19-year-old hate him? Jungkook worried about this the most. He really liked Y/N. And he hoped that the same feelings she developed for Golden could be passed onto him. They were technically the same person, right? Would Y/N also see it that way? Shaking his head, Jungkook glanced at the time on his watch. 7:07am. Letting out a sigh, he stood up from the table in the school’s dining hall. He guess he’d better start making his way towards class.

~!~

Chloe’s POV

           “The fuck…?” Chloe frowned as she looked in front of her at the long line of people coming from the Language Hall building where her creating writing class was. She knew the class held about 200 students and those who’ve skipped almost the entirety of the semester – such as herself – would appear today, but Chloe knew all these people weren’t in her class. Especially since the university’s news team was reporting and casually walking up to certain students in line to, what she assumed, interview them.

           Just the sight of the reporters and the people made the woman want to turn on her heel and head straight back to her dorm to sleep. However, she knew she had to be here to support her best friend and whatever she was going to present to the class for her blog. That and Chloe kind of needed to pass the class. Also, she was curious as to how Jungkook would reveal himself to the world or whatever. So, she couldn’t leave.

           Y/N didn’t return from the dance studio last night, so she was expecting whatever the sophomore was planning for her blog to be epic. She didn’t have any doubts. Y/N was a phenomenal dancer and if she was incorporating that into her blog, then Chloe knew she would pass. She hoped. She prayed.

           “Wow,” Chloe jumped slightly as a deep voice let out a low whistle from beside her. Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets at the sight of Namjoon standing beside her casually, hands stuffed in his pockets, and looking at the crowd.

           “W-what are you doing here?” Chloe felt her face heating up from him standing beside her. She hasn’t talked to him since she admitted to him about her blog and how he told her he wasn’t mad about it. “Oh, are you looking for Y/N? I don’t think she’s here yet.”

           “Actually,” Namjoon turned and looked down at the shorter girl with a small smile plastered on his lips. If Chloe was blushing before, she was definitely blushing now. “I was looking for you.”

           “F-funny. Usually it’s me who’s looking for you,” she nervously chuckled as she try to look anywhere but him.

           “Yeah,” he also let out a chuckle that Chloe swear made her heart beat a bit faster. “Just wanted to wish you good luck on your presentation.”

           “Eh,” Chloe shrugged. “It’s not really my presentation I’m worried about but thanks.”

“So, uh, I should probably start heading to my exam now,” Namjoon said as he glanced back towards the crowd. “They really… got the news team out here…”

“Golden’s finally going to end. I bet he’s happy…”

Namjoon chuckled again at this. “More like nervous… but… he has nothing to worry about, right?”

Chloe looked up at Namjoon’s questioning arched brow at her. She already knew what he meant by that. She grinned at the senior. “Nothing at all! Well, I should probably get in line for my class. Wow… I really have to wait in a line for my final.”

“Hm, okay. See you around!” Namjoon nodded at her as the girl gave him one last grin before turning around to walk away. However, before she could get too far, she felt a hand grab hers and pull her back slightly.

           “What is it?” She arched a brow at him as Namjoon removed his other hand from his pocket. Flipping Chloe’s hand around, he placed a flash drive into her palm and wrapped her fingers around it.

           “You should make an edit to your last blog post,” Namjoon simply said before letting go of the girl’s hand and turned to walk away. Chloe stood there confused as she looked at the black flash drive in her hand. What did he just give her? Did he really give her a flash drive as a good luck gift for her final? And what did he mean by her last blog post? Suddenly remembering what her post was about, her eyes widened as she looked back up at his retreating figure. Smiling softly, she carefully shoved it into her pocket and whipped out her phone as she began walking towards the line of students.

           Bitchhhhhhh, guess what just happened! Also, wtf r u? There’s a line outside of CW.

~!~

Your POV

           “One and two and three and four and one and done!” Hoseok shouted over the music as your chest heaved heavily as you held your ending pose. The senior immediately started clapping excitedly as a wide grinned brightened his face. Meanwhile, you fell to the ground trying to catch your breath. You had been up all night choreographing a dance to present for your blog. Then, you had to make sure it was almost perfect as if you hadn’t just thought about it a couple of hours ago. After leaving your dorm last night, you had texted both Jimin and Hoseok to ask them with the recording and to give out any pointers. Jimin couldn’t come because of two finals he had later in the day, but Hoseok, who was finished with his finals for the week, arrived at the studio around 4:30am. By then, you had made up a dance and he helped you with some parts but mostly said how it was a beautiful dance and different from your usual style. You knew it had to of have been decent since Hoseok was the school’s dance team captain and has won dance competitions throughout his life. Getting his approval meant a lot.

           “I could feel the emotion through each move! Everyone’s going to love it, Y/N!” Hoseok walked over to you and handed you a bottle of water. Sitting up and grabbing the water, you chugged it down before standing up.

           “Thanks! Now I just have to do some slight edits and upload to my blog!” You smiled at the man. However, he didn’t return your smile and, instead, glanced at the clock on the wall.

           “Uh… doesn’t your final start at 8?”

           “Yeah, why?” You asked as you followed his gaze to the clock. Immediately your eyes widened. 7:52. Panicking, you ran over to your phone that Hoseok had used to record your dance. You forgot you had turned on do not disturb so you wouldn’t be interrupted in the studio. Looking at your notifications, you saw you had several missed calls and messages from Chloe, Jimin, and even a message from Taehyung. Grabbing your bag, you dashed out of the studio door, only managing to give Hoseok a quick wave in the process.

           “Good luck!” Hoseok called out.

           You frantically tried to balance your bag on your shoulder and trim your dance video as you ran past the information desk. There was no way you were going to make it to the final on time. First off, you were sweaty and gross from dancing throughout the night. You had to go back to your dorm and shower first. Sitting in a three-hour final covered in sweat and surrounded by the stench of your B.O. just didn’t sound pleasant to you.

           “Y/N!” You stopped briefly as Hannah, the receptionist and your friend, called out to you.

           “Can’t talk! Gonna be late for my final!” You waved to her as you continued to head towards the door.

           “I know! Good luck with Golden! I’m sure he’ll like you no matter what!” She shouted. Your heart pounded at the thought of Golden – Jungkook. Today was it. Not only was he going to reveal himself to the school, but you were going to reveal your feelings for him in front of the school. Now, there was a strong possibility that Jungkook didn’t return your feelings and you’d be embarrassed for the rest of your college career. However, you held out hope that maybe – just maybe – the freshman held similar feelings. He blushed around you a lot and was quiet, but you always assumed that was because he was just shy. Chloe did hint several times that he may have feelings for you, but it was Chloe you were talking about. At the beginning of the semester, she thought every guy she landed her eyes on in CW was Golden.

           Speaking of being shy, how was he going to reveal himself? Online, Jungkook had this outgoing, sassy personality. Offline, however, he kept to himself when not around his close friends with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. You were kind of expecting for the 18-year-old to get on the stage, do a slight wave to the class, and casually be all, “Hi, my name is Jungkook and I’m Golden. The end.” Would people believe such a laidback, unoriginal reveal? You had no clue, but you were sure once they saw his blog, they probably would. Or maybe he’d go all out. He’ll start dancing to one of the songs he covered on his blog. Maybe he’d dance to his recent cover of Paper Hearts? You kind of hoped he wouldn’t. Whatever it was, you just knew you’d have to hurry and get changed and run to class. It was bad enough you were going to be late as is.

           As you jogged down the sidewalk towards your dorm, you felt your phone buzz in your hand. It was probably Chloe again asking where you were. Apparently, there was a line just to get in your final. Not giving it a second thought, you lifted your phone up to glance at it only to temporarily halt in your tracks as it wasn’t a text from Chloe, but an anonymous message sent to your blog. That was weird. Your blog was made mere hours ago. Who could’ve found you already? Beginning to walk again, you opened the message.

           Anon: new blog or not, when Golden reveals himself today, it’ll be ME he’ll dedicate songs to and not you. C u l8r “dancercookies”

           Your heart sunk a bit at the message. One thing you thought you escaped when you deleted your old blog was the anon hate you got just by simply knowing Jungkook. How did this person find you? You were pretty sure Jungkook didn’t know of your new blog. He, just like everyone else besides Chloe and Jimin, were unaware of your resurrected blog. And on top of that, it was one of the Golden fans who saw him as an idol or something and wanted to confess their love for him after the reveal. Shaking the thoughts from your head, your eyes glanced towards the time on your phone. 7:58. Panic setting in again, you shoved your phone inside your pocket and jogged towards your dorm again. There was no way you were going to be on time. It just wasn’t a way around it.

~!~

           Chloe’s POV

           Chloe tapped her foot impatiently as she kept looking behind her to see if she could spot her short best friend anywhere in the line of people. However, all she saw were tired, excited, and annoyed students that seemed to stretch on for miles. Okay, miles was a little exaggerating, but the line was long. The doors to the auditorium would be opening at any minute and Chloe just knew she’d have to jab and elbow her way through the rush of students. Walking in an orderly fashion seemed to be the last thing on everyone’s minds. Besides the MIA Y/N, Golden himself was nowhere to be spotted amongst the crowd. Jungkook was kind of tall but so were a lot of the other guys who stood in the line. Frowning, Chloe let out a huff while crossing her arms and turning back to face the person in front of her. Trying to get an estimate of how many people she’d have to fight through, the blonde girl’s eyes landed on Wendy, the school’s main news reporter, and her camera guy behind her. The junior seemed to be interviewing another student. Poking her head farther out from behind the person in front of her, she tried to get a better view of the interviewee. Instantly, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the woman before a small fire sparked in them. It was no one other than Seulgi. Seulgi… the woman who has been harassing Y/N since Golden started noticing her on his blog. The woman who told Namjoon about her blog. How she even knew about Chloe’s blog surprised her but all of that didn’t matter.

           Chloe stepped away from the line and started her way towards the three people. Originally, Chloe had hoped karma would come along and take care of Seulgi, but the opportunity to set her straight was knocking at her door. And who would Chloe be not to answer it? Just as she was in hearing distance of them, she felt someone wrap their hand around her wrist as they pulled her back towards the line.

           “What the hell – oh – oh! It’s you!” Chloe’s eyes widened at the man who had now let go of her wrist. “I don’t have time to talk to you, Taehyung, I have business to take care of-“

           “Where’s Y/N?” Taehyung asked the blonde woman, ignoring her rambling about putting Seulgi or whoever in her place. At hearing the woman’s name, however, Chloe stopped talking and arched a brow.

           “You’re still caught up on her? Listen, Tae, can I call you Tae-“

           “No-“

           “Y/N doesn’t have feelings for you. I thought that’s what ya’ll talked about yesterday?”

           “Chloe, listen-“

           “Also, you being Vmusic95? I knew it. You never gave me a Golden vibe-“

           “Y/N needs to be here on time!” Taehyung suddenly shouted, causing a few students to stop chattering and turn their attention to the two. Even Wendy had stopped conducting her interview with Seulgi to turn and look. Seulgi leaned forward to also see what the commotion was. Her mistake. Chloe’s eyes immediately locked onto the brown-haired woman and Seulgi swore she was snarling a bit at her. Turning away from Seulgi, Chloe looked back towards Taehyung.

           “Duh, it’s our final but why exactly do you care after she dumped you?”

           Taehyung smacked his face at Chloe’s blunt question. The woman really didn’t have a filter. “It’s for Jung-“

           “Ah, Taehyung! Or Vmusic95, am I correct?” Wendy suddenly popped over to the pair. The cameraman shoved his camera into Chloe’s face much to the girl’s annoyance. She eyed the man up and down before pushing the camera away from her with her hand, earning a “hey” from the man in the process.

           “Uh… yeah…” Taehyung said nervously as Wendy grinned in his face.

           “How does it feel being the inferior blog to Golden!? Even to the point that the Cinderella of this fiasco, Y/N, chose Golden over you?”

           “Uh…” Taehyung’s face turned red as he looked away from the peering camera. His eyes contacted the surrounding students around him who were awaiting his answer before looking towards the ground. Chloe arched a brow at the man’s sudden behavior. She’d only known Taehyung a couple of months and only hung out a couple of times, but she knew he was rarely shy. He was always babbling about something and had this goofy box-like grin plastered on his face. Y/N… must’ve really broken his heart and yet, here he was, trying to see that Y/N and Jungkook were happy. He even exposed himself yesterday so, what Chloe assumed, Y/N could have final confirmation that he wasn’t Golden, and it was Jungkook – the man Y/N liked. Anyone with eyes could tell the girl had feelings for the 18-year-old. Anyone could tell Jungkook had feelings for her. Except, well, maybe Y/N.

           Taehyung was obviously still hurting, and Wendy and her team weren’t making it any better. Sucking her teeth, Chloe stood in front of Taehyung, trying her best to cover him from the camera. She didn’t care for Taehyung that much still, but she wasn’t going to let this reporter make him feel worse than he already did.

           “His blog wasn’t inferior, Wendy. It was nearly as popular as Golden’s. Just because he didn’t entertain anons like Golden did all the time didn’t make his blog any less. I was a fan of his blog and at least he had the balls to reveal himself and not lead people on until the last minute-“

           “Uh…” Chloe’s ears perked up at the sound of Jungkook’s voice behind her. Everyone turned their attention to the freshman who had suddenly appeared, bookbag hanging off one shoulder and orange juice bottle occupying his left hand. The girl cleared her throat from getting caught about talking about Jungkook and turned her attention back to Wendy.

           “So… leave him alone… why don’t you uh… interview Jungkook, here?” Chloe laughed nervously only to earn a look from both Jungkook and Taehyung.  “He’s a freshman and-“

           Wendy put her hand up to Chloe’s mouth to stop her from talking as she eyed Jungkook up and down before rolling her eyes. “Cute but he doesn’t seem interesting enough to interview. C’mon Taeyong, let’s go see who else we can find. Thanks for your time, Taehyung… Chloe.”

           Chloe threw a glare at Wendy as she scampered off before turning her attention back to Jungkook who was now standing with her and Taehyung. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I mean, I did but-“

           “Just try not to say anything else regarding that before the final, please,” Jungkook let out a heavy sigh at how Chloe almost exposed him for the nth time.

           “Thanks… for what you said, Chloe…” Taehyung smiled sadly at the woman. She just shrugged before slapping him unexpectedly on his back. “We’re gonna be family one day so I gotta lookout for you, ya know?”

           “Family?” Taehyung and Jungkook asked simultaneously. Chloe just waved it off.

           “So, Y/N’s not with you?” Chloe asked Jungkook as she tried looking past him.

           “No... she’s not here already?” His eyes widened. Taehyung shook his head at Jungkook.

           “Don’t worry, she’ll be here before they let-“

           “Attention students of Creative Writing only!” A voice said over the building’s intercom. The once noisy line immediately hushed to listen to the announcement. “The doors will be opening now to begin the Creative Writing final. You will be asked to provide your full name to ensure you are a student of this class. Thank you and we hope you do well!”

           Just as the announcement ended, the line began to disperse as hordes of people began to make their way forward towards the door. Meanwhile, Jungkook, Chloe, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in fear as only one thought came to their heads.

           Y/N was gonna miss the final.

~!~

Your POV

           “You know, you may not have as great of a RA when I leave next year.”

           “Yeah, can you-“

           “Like you could get someone who drags you outta your room to make sure you go to the floor meetings.”

           “Jackson-“

           “What if they make you call them RA whatever-their-name-will-be? Or no communicating with the other floors? You just don’t know how lucky you’ve had it with me, Y/N. What RA will be as sexy and cool as me? Who will help you with your friendship problems-“

           “Jackson! Can you just open the damn door?!” You shouted at the senior who was rambling on as he fiddled with the lock on your door. After noticing the time at the studio, you had rushed out of the studio while forgetting your room key. You had texted Hoseok in hopes he’d bring you the key, but you knew he wouldn’t reach your dorm in time. You had to still get ready and upload the video to your blog. Time didn’t permit you to be any later than you already were. So – to your annoyance – that led you to turning to Jackson to unlock your door for you. It took him a while to find the master key and to “pass time,” as he said, he began talking about how he’s graduating next semester and how he’d be the greatest RA you’d have in college. This, of course, made you roll your eyes hard.

           Just as you had said that, the lock clicked open and Jackson pushed open the door. Turning to you, he gave you his infamous puppy dog eyes. “You don’t have to be so mean…”

           Ignoring his look, you rushed past him, said a quick thanks, and slammed your door. There were so many things you had to do that you didn’t even know where to start. Should you upload the video first? Or shower? Maybe find something to wear first? Your eyes scanned your shared room as if they would land on something that would give you an answer. However, it didn’t give you an answer and caused your stomach to twist into tight knots as you saw the time on the digital clock beside Chloe’s bed. 8:13.

           “Fuck…” You cursed under your breath. Inhaling deeply to clear your mind somewhat, you decided to upload your video to your blog and while it was uploading, you’d shower quickly. The final was going to take a while, you told yourself. There were 200 students in the class. It’d be a three-hour final – tops. You didn’t want to miss Chloe’s presentation, however. Or Jungkook’s. Hell, you definitely didn’t want to miss yours. You came too far to settle for a failing grade now. Ruffling your hair out of frustration, you logged into your blog and began to upload your dance. Tossing your phone on your bed, you ran to the bathroom to get ready.

 ~!~

Jungkook’s POV

           Where was she? She wasn’t going to skip out on the final, right? She wouldn’t. Chloe had told him and Taehyung that she had come up with an idea for her blog late last night. Was she still doing whatever it was she had decided? She did know what time it was, didn’t she? What if she was sleeping somewhere and didn’t hear her phone’s alarm or something? All these thoughts crossed Jungkook’s mind as more and more students got up to present their blogs and time moved on. It would be easy for the dancer to miss her presentation as, since there were so many students who had to present, the professor only allowed for a 2-4-minute timeframe. No one could go over. She made sure of that as she kept a stopwatch in her hand. One guy had gone about two seconds over and she immediately interrupted him.

           Missing her own presentation wasn’t the only thing Jungkook was thinking about. He worried about her missing his own presentation. The presentation that had students on the edge of their seats which each name the professor called to the front. Wendy and several other reporters who weren’t outside previously were in the usually spacious – now cramped – auditorium. Jungkook wasn’t even sure some of them belonged to the school’s news team which made the 18-year-old more nervous than what he already was. Whenever the presenter began to speak, he could hear the reporters whispering things like, “get your camera ready,” or “this is the one, I can feel it.” Of course, they were wrong.

           Y/N had to make it on time for his presentation. He worked so hard for this day. The times he almost got outed by her best friend – Jungkook eyed Chloe who had her bag in an empty chair between them, reserved for Y/N – to having to deal with the obsessed anons. Most importantly, however, with his reveal, Y/N would know not only who he was but also his feelings for her. Jungkook liked Y/N and he didn’t want to risk missing his chance again like he almost did before. The man glanced over at Taehyung who was listening intently to the current presenter. Jungkook didn’t know what happened when he and Y/N met up the other night. All he knew was that Taehyung was not his usual cheery self afterwards and he even revealed his music blog. He wouldn’t tell Jungkook why but he kind of guessed his reason behind doing so.

           “Uh, thanks Jaebum for your presentation on different breeds of small dogs…” The professor said. Marking something down for what was assumed to be Jaebum, she moved her pencil down her list of students. Jungkook could audibly hear everyone hitch their breaths as they had no idea as to who she would call next. To make the presentations more spontaneous – her exact words – she was calling everyone in a randomized order. “Hm… Choi Chloe?”

           “Fuck,” Jungkook heard the blonde woman grumble under her breath as she stood up and shoved her phone her back pocket. As she squeezed past Jungkook, she looked down at him and winked, which made him nervous. What was she about to do? He knew about her Namjoon blog after the senior had told him and the other guys. Specifically, he asked how he responded to her weird, indirect confession. Yoongi had given Namjoon an idea. Jungkook wondered if the man went through with it or not. Jimin had told him he could do better than Chloe jokingly. Namjoon didn’t think it was funny.

           Jungkook sat up in his chair as Chloe strutted towards the stage, stopping briefly at the professor’s desk to identify herself as present. She walked over to the cord that was connected to the large screen in the auditorium to connect her phone. Those who wanted everyone to see their blog connected their phones to the screen while others verbally explained their blog while having the professor look at it from her phone. Before Chloe turned on her phone to show her blog to the class – and the entire school thanks to the reporters – she took a deep breath and turned around on her heel. She gave a nervous smile and brushed her hair that hung in her face away from her eyes.

           “Hello… I’m Chloe… and,” She inhaled and let out a shaky breath. Jungkook was confused as to why she was nervous to present. She was so nonchalant about it before. According to Y/N, she barely even came to the class. Everyone else began to chatter amongst themselves in confusion as she took the time to calm her nerves.

           “I’m Golden.”

           Jungkook’s mouth fell open – assumingly with the rest of the auditorium – at Chloe’s words. Someone yelled out a prolonged “what” while the rest of the room began to chatter excitedly. The reporters turned to their cameras and started reports on how, “with an unexpected twist, Golden turns out to be student Chloe Choi.”

           “What’s she doing?” Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s arm as he continued to stare at the woman in shock. His mind was blank. What was she doing? As he continued to stare at the girl and the professor tried to get everyone to settle down, Chloe let out a loud laugh while holding her stomach.

           “God, you guys act like a celebrity just walked in or something,” She laughed as she tried to regain her breath. After regaining her composure, she turned on her phone to reveal her real blog titled “Falling in Love with a Senior That Will Be Graduating Next Year: The Sad Story of Chloe M.”

           “Ahem,” Chloe cleared her throat to regain everyone’s – now irritated – attention. The news reporters were desperately trying to retract their previous report. “My blog actually was about my feelings for someone who means a lot to me. This blog was presented in a humorous manner, but everything said within it was true. As you can see, I joke around a lot, which annoys a lot of people.”

           “No shit,” someone yelled out which caused a couple of laughs from the audience. Chloe smirked to hide her smile.

           “Anyways, I stupidly wrote about my feelings about this guy for the world to see and eventually he saw it himself. I thought I ruined everything between us because he’s really this chill kind of guy and,” Chloe blushed as she thought of, who Jungkook was assuming, Namjoon. “I really like him… and so… yeah… I dedicated this blog to him and that was my blog for the semester.”

           Jungkook looked around as no one seemed to applaud the woman for her presentation. Taehyung clapped silently but not loud enough to reach the front of the stage. Noticing no one applauded her, Chloe sucked her teeth in response. “Whatever. I hope what ya’ll are waiting for won’t be a disappointment.”

           Jungkook frowned at her words as he watched her gather her phone and get off the stage. This was the second time today she’s indirectly insulted him.

           “Uh, thanks… Chloe… let’s see…”

           Chloe smirked at Jungkook as she returned to her seat. Jungkook just rolled his eyes at her as he turned his attention back to the professor. His mind drifted back to Y/N, however, as he checked the time on his phone. 8:57. Was she really not coming? The more time went on and people presented, the more nervous Jungkook felt. At any moment he could be call.

           “Who’s next…?”

           It would break his heart for her to miss his reveal. She’d end up like the other students on campus who didn’t take creative writing – finding out he was Golden on the news broadcast. Probably on a rerun, too, since they were recording live.

           “Jeon Jungkook?”

           Jungkook didn’t even notice how the auditorium quieted down again as the professor said the next name to present. He snapped out of his thoughts, however, when both Taehyung and Chloe nudged him. He stared doe-eyed at the stage as he heard Taehyung whisper out that he was next. He couldn’t be, right? Maybe they misheard. He couldn’t present yet. He wasn’t ready. Y/N wasn’t here yet.

           “Is Jeon Jungkook present? Going once…”

           “Go, bro,” Chloe slapped his arm. “She’ll be here in time!”

           “Yeah, Kookie. Maybe it’s like one of those romance movies where she suddenly busts through the doors just as you… present,” Taehyung chose his words carefully as other students seemed to identify Jungkook’s name to his face and turned to arch brows and confused faces at him.

           “Going twice…”

           “Ugh, if the freshman isn’t gonna go, I will,” the voice of Seulgi could be heard from the back of the auditorium.

           “Can you just go so you can finally shut that bit-“

           “Chloe,” Taehyung frowned at her. She just shrugged and sat back in her seat.

           “Okay then, let’s-“

           “Here” Jungkook immediately stood up from his seat, causing the professor and everyone else to look over at him. “I’m… here…”

           “Well, c’mon! We are on a strict schedule!” The professor motioned him over to the stage. Jungkook gulped before turning his head to glance at the closed auditorium doors. He only hoped Taehyung was right and Y/N would walk through those doors at any given moment. Sighing, he began to make his way towards the stage.

 ~!~

Your POV      

           Where r u?! He’s presenting! – Chloe

           “Fuck!” You shouted as you dashed out of your dorm room, slamming the door shut behind you.

           “Language!” Jackson called from somewhere down the hall. Ignoring him, you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. You dashed down the stairs, avoiding the few stragglers who were going in the opposite direction. Was the professor not calling names by alphabetical order? Or maybe she was going backwards on the rollcall? Whatever she was doing, Jungkook was presenting now – ready to reveal to the world who he was – and you weren’t there. You weren’t there to give him the support the shy man probably needed. Nor were you there to cheer him on from the sea of students – to tell him he’s got this. All while pretending to not know who he really was.

           Rushing out of your dorm, you ran frantically towards the language hall. It wasn’t too far away but it was far enough. Luckily, the usually busy sidewalks were practically empty do to everyone either in their finals, studying, or sleeping. That, or maybe they were all waiting outside the building for Jungkook to emerge as Golden. As the building came into sight, you gasped at all the people outside gathered around it. Some you were even positive weren’t students at your school. Clutching onto your bag, you began to push your way through the crowd.

           “Excuse me. Sorry,” You said as you made your way through the crowd. As you reached the front of the door, you were surprised to see two security guards standing in front of them. Clearing your throat, you smiled nervously at them. “Uh… hi… may I go in?”

           “Creative Writing students are only permitted past this point,” the one on the left said.

           “I am a student! I-I mean, I am in this class! I have to take my final!”

           “Miss, the final began a little over an hour ago. You’re just now coming?” The other officer said as she arched a brow at you.

           “Please! I can’t fail this class! I’m an honor student. I worked so hard and-“ You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, not only were you going to miss Jungkook’s reveal, but you were going to fail your class.

           “H-hey, don’t cry! What’s your name?” The woman asked as she pulled out a clipboard with a list of names.

           You sniffed your tears back as you managed to stutter out your name. “Y/L/N Y/N…”

           The woman searched for a bit while the other officer peered over her shoulder to see if he could spot your name as well. “Ah!” the male officer said as he pointer at something on the board.

           The woman looked up at you and smiled. “Your name is on the roll. However, I can’t let you in during a presentation. After this student is finished, we can let you in.”

           “B-but I need to be in there right now!” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were going to miss his presentation after all.

           “Sorry, professor’s orders or it’ll be an automatic fail…” The male officer gave you a sad smile. A tear managed to escape your left eye as you stared in bewilderment at them. This was it. There was nothing else you could do… but wait.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

                       Jungkook nervously stared out at the crowd of students before him. He gulped as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Suddenly, he wished he had styled his hair up instead of his usual down style. Were the stage lights extra bright today or something? He felt like the light and heat radiating from them were trying to bake him. The sound of the professor clearing her throat, signaling him to start, caused his eyes to shift to her. He gave her a nervous smile before shifting his eyes to the entrance of the auditorium. Jungkook thought he could dash out of the room right then and there and announce he was Golden later in the day or so. Or maybe, he’d never reveal Golden and just abandon the blog. People would eventually forget about him, right? He was just a fad, after all. Right? At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

           Jungkook looked to the back of the auditorium where the news reporters stood, all waiting for his presentation just like the rest of the class. He could tell the professor he didn’t have a blog, and this was his first time coming to the class. However, he knew she wouldn’t believe him as he sat near the front of the class for the entirety of the semester and he’d lock eyes with the professor on multiple occasions. She knew who he was. Finally, Jungkook looked to the empty seat that was reserved for Y/N. Where was she? Was she okay? Why wasn’t she coming? Jungkook had to admit, maybe he was stalling because he hoped Taehyung would be right and she’d enter the room at any moment. However, he knew he couldn’t wait for her forever. He couldn’t keep the everyone waiting as they began to snicker and talk amongst themselves at his nervousness. He had to let them know now. He had to put an end to Golden once and for all.

           “Look, if you need-“

           “Remember… the way you made me feel…” Jungkook began to sing quietly. “… Such young love but…”

           The once rowdy auditorium began to quiet down as Jungkook’s angelic-like voice began to travel to the ears of the students. Jungkook stopped briefly as he studied the students within the first row of seats. Some of their mouths were ajar with widened eyes. Others, however, seemed skeptical. He couldn’t blame them. Chloe did get everyone’s hopes up with her fake reveal. Inhaling and deciding to continue, he closed his eyes and started singing again.

           “Something in me knew that it was real… frozen in my head…”

           As Jungkook quietly sung the next part, reporters hesitantly turned to the cameras to report who they almost thought could be Golden while the cameramen zoomed in on Jungkook. Whispers could be heard amongst the students as they began to question those beside them if this shy kid was really the school’s beloved Golden. He couldn’t be, right? They mean, he sounded like Golden’s singing voice but Golden wasn’t shy. The real Golden would’ve gotten on stage, smirk at everyone, say something cocky, then reveal his identity. He wouldn’t be this 18-year-old shifting nervously on stage with his mint green feather cardigan, denim jeans held up with black suspenders, white t-shirt, and black combat boots. He looked too soft to be Golden. And Jungkook knew they wouldn’t believe it was him. That’s why he came prepared.

           Suddenly, he stopped singing and pulled out his phone and went to connect it to the screen. Everyone arched their brows at the brown-haired boy as he quietly tapped away on his phone, screen hidden from them to see. After a few seconds, pings and vibrations could be heard throughout the room. Even the professor looked confused as her own phone buzzed. Was it an emergency alert or something? Jungkook briefly looked up from his phone to see everyone checking their notification before he turned on the screen to project his blog to the room. Gasps were heard throughout the room as students looked up from their phones to the screen on the stage:

           Golden: My name is Jeon Jungkook… (posted 5 seconds ago)

             The camera operators of the news teams in the back all immediately focused their cameras onto Jungkook on the stage as reporters began to report of the sudden post made by Golden and the screen that Jungkook had displayed. Jungkook gulped nervously as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, “I’m… the best at almost everything. I dance, sing, draw, and write…”

           Jungkook felt his confidence starting to rise within him as students began to stand up from their seats – eyes filled with realization and shock. Letting out a chuckle at the sight, Jungkook continued, “Ha… even my music taste is amazing… right? I’m just…Golden.”

           Instantly, after revealing himself to the starstruck crowd, Jungkook hit the ‘play’ button for his cover of Paper Hearts. As Golden’s – Jungkook’s ­– recorded voice rang from the speakers, Jungkook harmonized with the recording. His voice was an exact match to the recording. He did it. He revealed himself as Golden.

           “Golden has revealed himself!”

           “Golden turns out to be Jeon Jungkook!”

           “Jeon Jungkook reveals himself as the infamous mystery music blogger, Golden!”

           Reporters were desperately reporting the new information to be one of the first to leak the information. Some students were recording from their phones – probably going live on Instagram or other social media sites. Chloe smiled softly to herself as Jungkook sung the song emotionally on the stage. She knew Y/N was supposed to be here. This wasn’t just his reveal as Golden but his confession of his feelings to her as well. Even Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend’s bravery.    

           As Jungkook sung the song that held meaning to him, he closed his eyes as he reminisced on his semester. From starting his blog and getting his first follower then hundreds then thousands to receiving anonymous hate and love confessions. He remembered how many people told him his recommendations made their weeks better or how some even recommended songs to him. Keeping Golden’s identity from the entire school was a challenge and though some found out along the way, Jungkook was grateful they were friends of his and not strangers. When Jungkook started college, he didn’t know he’d make such a huge impression on his school within his very first semester. But here he was, hearing the voices of students in the auditorium singing along with him, clapping, and some even sobbing. He could only imagine how others outside were reacting to the news.

           As the song began to end, one final thought came to Jungkook. Y/N. She was supposed to be here to see his reveal. She was supposed to be in the seat beside Chloe and staring at him with, hopefully, amazement in her eyes. But, would she? Golden gave her such a hard time during the semester. Would she hate Jungkook for keeping it a secret from her? However, Jungkook didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to remember the time he first saw her in that sandwich café and how shy – and cute - she was as she sat across from him and Namjoon. Or, when he saw her dance for the first time and how she lost herself in what she loved doing the most. Also, the time she stress-baked at Namjoon and Jin’s dorm and he, Jimin, and Taehyung helped her. That was also the first time Jungkook decided to toy with her, which was successful, as he remembered the girl became a blushing mess at Golden’s acknowledgement of her. He remembered how stressed she was about mid-terms and they studied in the library together. How at Suho’s party, she grabbed his hand so they wouldn’t get separated from one another in the crowd of people they were in. His favorite memory of Y/N, however, was over fall break and they got to know each other more. How she felt comfortable enough around him to tell him about her life up to now and vice versa. As Jungkook remembered this, the song came to an end and the loud cheers and applause of his classmates, professor, and news reporters brought him back to reality. Jungkook snapped his eyes open and just as he did, the doors to the auditorium burst open, revealing Y/N, her eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on him on the stage. He locked eyes with her, and she gave him a small smile. And it was with that smile, Jungkook thought maybe – just maybe – she saw his reveal and confession after all.

[doc-pickles]

it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.  

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that. 

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village 

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number? 

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!! 

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question. 

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests 

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne” 

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up. 

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend 

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them. 

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends 

Three. Two girls and a dude. 

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV. 

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

  Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl. 

jesus christ what fucking time is it?! 

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover. 

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days. 

what’re you a grandpa or something?? 

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well. 

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar. 

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real. 

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces. 

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity? 

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties. 

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.  

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn 

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend 

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay. 

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer. 

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single. 

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building 

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die. 

  Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date. 

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class. 

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby. 

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough. 

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you. 

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks 

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do? 

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician. 

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!! 

why evil spawn though? 

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste. 

ha! that’s a funny joke. 

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too. 

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist. 

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun. 

the table is always covered in craft supplies. 

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl. 

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!! 

Night . 

  Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings. 

  Monday 10:52 AM 

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible 

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing. 

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm. 

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

  Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is. 

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses. 

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described 

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to. 

yet you have time to text a complete stranger? 

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess. 

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

  Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often 

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable. 

woah woah dude

i’m a gem 

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold. 

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23? 

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch 

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer? 

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy 

What can I say. 

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess. 

mmmkay thanks Doc

  Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here. 

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins. 

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world? 

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head. 

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured. 

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile. 

  Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”  

  Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess. 

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy. 

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.  

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah 

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in. 

have fun!!!!

[preface2adreamplay]

Under Your Spell (Part 11) - Surrender

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her.

Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be?

(For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter WC: 2,510

‘And what was the inspiration for this new album, because it seems a far cry from your previous work.’ The DJ had been kind so far. She had spoken to him a dozen times over the phone but this was the first time she had met him in person. Sitting in the small studio, headphones set on ‘small’ but still too big for her head, digging into her ears uncomfortably. 

‘Yeah, it’s definitely a heavier sound. Lyrically, it’s not all too far from the last album. As you grow a little older you learn so much about yourself. This time around I looked back at everything that has happened. I’m a single woman living alone now.’ ‘Happily,’ she interjected as the DJ tried to exclaim his disbelief. 

‘I’m happily living by myself WITH myself, I suppose. You know the human in you will always have something to pine for from your past.’

‘So you’re saying a happier person wrote these lyrics?’ He held the album up for her to see. 

‘Oddly, yeah. No matter how happy we are in life, there is always a niggle there, something will be tugging on your sleeve you know?’

‘I get you. For those that don’t know, I’m talking to Stefanie James, who's new album dropped this week and it is sha-mazing.’

Stef laughed. ‘Never has anyone described it like that, thank you.’ They laughed together for a moment before he started taking questions sent by text. 

‘We have one here about your next video, it’s coming out today?’

‘Yes, the second part to Walk Into The Fire.’

‘Aptly named Twin Flames,’ he explained for listeners.

Stef reminded herself not just to nod, but agree verbally. 

‘Well, this person is asking if the man/demon in the video is who we think it is?’

Stef groaned, ‘it’s not even out yet and people know who it is.’

‘Jared Padalecki, of Supernatural fame.’ The DJ announced. It was ok at this stage. The label wanted the information out there.

Stef agreed with a simple ‘mmhm.’

‘So how did that come about then? The listeners are dying to know.’

‘He heard I was doing a video through some people I had worked with previously.’

‘Oh so he was a fan?’

‘He was, actually. So he got in touch with my people to see if he could be involved.’

‘How did he hear about it, like how would that come up in a conversation.’

Stef laughed, she loved talking about Jared. ‘We were looking for someone ‘large and imposing’ the idea being that he is a part of me that I’m running away from.

‘He is large and imposing.’ The DJ agreed.

‘But a hell of a nice guy. We have become good friends since, he’s truly a great person. He came out to a show with his friends when we were in Texas.’

‘I can’t wait to see the new video, we are going to play Twin Flames now.’

As the song played on in the background, Stef checked her phone that had been buzzing away in her pocket.

Jared: Hey you’re on the radio, I’m listening

Stef: Stalker.

Jared: Am not…:) You’re talking about ME, I gotta hear how great I am.

P.S. New song is great. 

‘Is that Jared texting you right now?’ The DJ mused when the song finished.

‘Yes, he said he loves hearing about how great he is.’

‘Another listener asks if he’s a good kisser?’

Stef swallowed, ‘wtf?’ she thought, then flushed, realising the new video trailer had a flash of them pretending to make out.

‘Oh God, that wasn’t a kiss.’ She blushed furiously.

‘So you don’t know is the answer.’

‘Yeah I don’t know,’ she lied. ‘Probably, if he looks like that he’s gotta be a great kisser.’

‘That’s your final answer.’

‘Yes.’ 

‘So back to you, coz never mind about that hunk, you are in the hot seat right now. What are your hopes for the new albums. Who would you like to touch with it?’

Stef snorted a laugh, ‘who would I physically touch with it?’

‘Yes, who would you assault with the new album.’ 

‘Ok, if I could, I would give my drummer Evan a paper cut with the booklet because he has been posting awful pictures of me all through this tour on social media.’

‘I saw!’ The DJ exclaimed. ‘You with how many sausages in your mouth?’

‘Oh god, that was a dare, I can’t trust those guys.’

‘And I suppose I would touch Jared nicely with it. Since he was such a good sport with the videos we shot. I can think of lots of people I could touch with the new album, but we don’t have all day.’

‘A text just came in to say ‘your lyrics have saved me.’ What do you think of that?’

Stef raised her eyebrows, ‘uhhhhhh, I would say I’m glad. It’s a wonderful feeling when you put on paper your thoughts and people like it and people FEEL what you feel, you know? Showing vulnerability and emotion is a strength and that’s what I’ve always wanted to tell people with my music.’

‘Preach it sister. We will all be praying at Church Stefanie by the looks of this new artwork. For the people at home who can’t see what I’m holding, it’s the lovely Stef in what looks like a bespoke headdress covering almost half of her face and a wonderful flowing gown, surrounded by what looks like druids? Is that right?’

‘I dunno,’ Stef replied ‘people standing around me summoning the gods of good music, hoping they throw me a bone.’

‘Well it looks great, thanks for coming in.’

‘Thanks for having me.’

Jared: Stop talking about me.

Stef: I will and you won’t like it.

Jared: True. You having fun?

Stef: Lots. 

Jared: Where the fuck are you right now anyway?

Stef: New York. 

Jared: You gonna wear that dress for the show tonight? 

Stef: Nah, I’m wearing something smaller and tighter.

A short video came through from Jared rubbing his nipples through his shirt, pretending to orgasm.

Stef sent one back of her licking her lips. 

Jared: I miss your stoopid face

Stef: I’ll be home before you know it.

Realising that ‘home’ was 2,000 miles away from where he lived with his family gave her pause. She was in New York, where Oscar was currently living. Jared lived closer to her than Oscar did and both were what felt like a million miles away.

Sitting in the hotel lobby by herself, she decided to order a G&T. There wasn’t anyone else in the bar, so she curled up in a comfortable armchair away from the world. It got her thinking about how far away she was from everybody. Her parents had passed and she wasn’t close to any other family. She and Oscar had wanted to live in Canada, living in their own world surrounded by trees and mountains. It seemed perfect when they were younger. Then everything went to shit. Stef found him with another woman just as his acting career was taking off, so she kicked him out. 

Finding the perfect home for her and Darius far enough away from everything she had grown up with, in a different country, leaving Oscar behind. Now Darius was gone too. 

She lay her head back on the chair and sniffed, feeling a little alone. Grateful for everything she had, she was happy. But something was missing. 

Stef never allowed her to think of herself as one part, she never felt like someones ‘other half.’ She was complete as herself. 

Being with Jared was raising a lot of emotions she had kept hidden for a long time. It would be typical of her to rip them out root and stem as soon as they dared peek out of the soil. 

Her phone beeped, making her jump a little. ‘Get a grip, Stef.’ She mumbled.

Jared: I wanna see you soon. Do you think we can be in the same place at the same time in the next few days?

Stef sighed heavily, sending him on a list of all the towns she would be in within the next week.

‘Drinking early?’ 

Stef looked up from her phone to see Oscar standing over her, a smile on his face.

‘Oscar! What the hell are you doing here?’

‘You’re in New York and you don’t want to spend every minute of it with me? I’m upset!’ He pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in the tightest hug he could manage. 

It was exactly what she needed, she clung to him. 

‘You ok? I thought I’d surprise you.’

‘It’s a great surprise.’ Stef assured him, slapping the peak of his cap over his face. 

‘Stop it, woman. Two seconds and already you’re making me regret coming here.’

‘Lies.’

‘Yeah, whatever.’

Oscar came back from the bar with quite a large beer for himself and another G&T for Stef.

‘Cheers to you and your success.’ They clinked glasses and drank, each keeping an eye on the other.

‘What’s new?’ He asked, still eyeing her curiously.

‘Nothing since the last time I saw you.’ She sipped the ice cold drink, shivering slightly.

‘You could say nothing new since the last time we spoke. Everything has changed since the last time we saw each other.’ Oscar leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs in front of him.

Smug bastard, Stef thought, shaking her head at him. Sure, the last time they met, they slept together for the first time in years and they hadn’t mentioned it since. 

‘Well then, I don’t want to talk about it.’

Oscar sniffed. ‘Fine.’

‘I listened to your interview.’ He said softly, chewing his lip.

‘I’ve done so many over the last month, I’m afraid I’m starting to sound like a robot.’

‘Nah, you wouldn’t, you ramble too much.’

‘Do not!’ Stef shot him a look, he grinned in reply.

The following silence was interrupted by her phone notifications.

Jared: None of those work for me, how about I fly out to New York to meet you?

Stef replied frantically ‘Wow when can you come?’

Typing typing

‘Earth to Stef.’

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Jesus, you are completely in love, aren’t you?’ He half sneered, half laughed.

‘No. I’m not.’ Stef felt herself getting angry. ‘I hate it when you smirk at me like that. Stop it.’

Oscar sighed heavily. ‘Sorry. Alright? Can we just have a nice evening. As friends.’

‘Sure.’ Stef said, eyeing her phone to see what Jared replied.

Jared: I come every time you touch my penis.

‘Oh for fuck sakes.’ 

Oscar frowned at her but didn’t say anything

Jared: I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. 

Stef: Can’t wait.

Her stomach flipped in excitement, feeling her palms getting a little sweaty, she rubbed them down her legs, leaning over and placing her head between her knees. Oscar leaned over the gap between them and placed a hand gently on the back of her head.

‘You ok, Effie? Sorry if I’m talking out of turn. I don’t mean to.’

‘It’s not you.’ Her response muffled.

Toying with the clasp of her necklace, he didn’t say anything else. If she wanted to share, she would. He could never force anything from her. She gave what she wanted to give. 

‘You hungry? I have a nice place booked for dinner later, you’ll love it.’ Oscar settled back in his seat.

‘I’m so hungry.’ 

‘You been eating ok on the road?’ 

She looked up at him, into those big brown eyes she had loved so much, almost a lifetime ago.

‘No. It’s awful. Every time I go on tour I remember why I don’t like it.’

‘Yeah, but every time you do it you get more famous, eventually you’ll be flying in a private jet.’ 

‘Oh I hope not!’ She scoffed, feeling her mood rising again. ‘I’d hate to be as famous as you,’ Reaching up she took the cap off his head in a swift movement, putting it on her own head.

‘You didn’t shave off your hair!’ 

‘Nah, I didn’t want to piss you off. I seem to be walking a fine line lately.’

Stef decided not to let him bait her, she just flicked the cap down over her eyes and continued sipping her drink. 

‘So...Darius sent me a picture earlier.’ Oscar pulled his phone from his pocket, flicking through his gallery, showing her a selfie of a very pretty girl with her son. 

‘Holy shit, is that...’

‘The lovely girl from the party? Yep, she’s his girlfriend now.’

‘That’s so cute,’ Stef started chewing her lip. ‘You did tell him not to make us grandparents, right? I still have a lot of good-boob years to use up before I can be called Grandma.’

Oscar started laughing, seeing the look on her face was priceless. ‘Don’t worry about it, if we are grandparents, so what, it’ll be great.’

‘Would it? You want more children running around? We only got rid of ours.’ 

Oscar nodded, ‘I’d love more kids.’

‘Really? Stef blinked, surprised. 

‘Yeah. But I’m not gonna worry about it. If it happens it happens.’

‘Twenty years after the last one, that’ll be a shock to the system.’ Stef drained her glass, feeling the alcohol going to her head.

‘Are you fit for another?’ He pointed at her empty glass.

‘Go on then, I’ll let you spoil me for an evening.’

Oscar walked to the bar to order the drinks, turning his head to watch her over his shoulder. She was smiling down at her phone, texting Jared. He wondered if she ever smiled like that when she text him. 

He thought back to Darius’s party, after they had danced together. Oscar couldn’t help but look at Stef and wonder what their life would be like now if he hadn’t fallen into the grip of the other woman. Darius clapped him on the back to get his attention. He was taller than Oscar by a few inches, it was strange for him to look up at him rather than look down. His eyes were like his mothers, but the rest of him was Oscar.

‘Dad, did you ever think of asking mom out?’ 

Oscar opened his mouth and closed it again, feeling like a fish trying to gulp water on dry land. 

‘Ask her out? Why?’ He asked, feeling sheepish.

‘If I were looking at a girl like that, I’d ask her out.’ 

‘Yeah but it’s your mom, we aren’t together anymore.’

‘I know, idiot. You two look at each other when you think the other isn’t looking. It’s stupid. Get over it and ask her out. I won’t even be weird about it.’

Oscar nodded, thinking that maybe she would say yes. 

Looking at her now, there wasn’t a chance in hell. Not since Jared had wormed his way into her life. 

He hadn’t seen Stef happy like this in a long time, he made his choice to just be happy for her.

CHAPTER 12

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 050: Hunting Down Villains

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Gran Torino had a fierce fucking fight, during which Deku successfully utilized One for All LIKE A MAN, bouncing all over the damn place and increasing his body’s strength and speed. It was very badass, and he even managed to graze Torino’s cheek, although he was tired out afterward. Over at the Villain Bar, Stain rassled with Tomura and lightly stabbed him a bit to test his mettle, and apparently he was impressed enough to hold off on killing him for now. Then he headed back to Hosu, presumably to fuck up Iida’s shit ffffff.

Today on BnHA: Deku and Gran Torino hop on a bullet train trip to do some training in the city. Iida’s field training mentor Manual warns him not to try anything stupid like hunting down the guy who maimed his brother. Stain and Tomura arrive in Hosu. Tomura is annoyed and craving some mayhem, so he goes and summons THREE FUCKING NOUMUS to go wreck some shit. Deku and Gran’s train is attacked by one and Gran flies off to fight it. Iida spots Stain about to kill a dude in an alley and ignores everything Manual said and goes to confront him, announcing that he’s the hero who’s come to take down Stain in his brother’s stead: Ingenium.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 123 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

apparently we’re already on day 3 of the internship! we’re also just about a quarter of the way through the whole series now which is also cool!

this chapter is titled “Kill ‘Em Dead” so. that promises to be fun

looks like Deku has gotten his ass kicked again. but he wants to keep going!

“time for phase two... the actual internship!” oh yeah, that. I was wondering if he was ever going to actually do something hero-related. he hasn’t gotten much in the way of practical day-to-day experience thus far

off they go to hunt down some villains

bad villains, really bad villains, talkative villains, mysterious villains, fabulous villains, lame villains, surprise villains, tragic villains... there are a lot

Deku doesn’t think his heart is ready for this. even though he already fought like three of the worst ones out there

even Gran points that out, and says this won’t even come close to how bad that was. well, good

(ETA: this just goes to show that YOU CAN’T SEE THE FUCKING FUTURE, GRAN TORINO)

apparently there isn’t enough crime in this quiet neighborhood, so they’re taking a taxi and then the bullet train

there’s a whole map explaining where they are in Japan, and I’m ashamed that I don’t know enough about the geography of Japan for it to mean much to me. I do know that Shibuya, where they’re headed, is basically the Times Square of Tokyo, though

apparently they’ll be passing through Hosu on their way, which gets Deku thinking about Iida again

he’s thinking to himself that maybe he’ll get in touch with him later, so clearly something terrible is about to happen

“meanwhile in Hosu City” oh lord. bracing myself

the guy Iida’s interning with is apologizing that things aren’t more exciting. but Iida says it’s better that way

because this guy was not, in fact, born yesterday, he finally asks Iida if he’s after the Hero Killer. since it’s pretty obvious that this kid, who recently tied for third place in the sports festival and is the younger brother of a bigshot like Ingenium, probably had a few more exciting prospects than his little agency

he’s telling Iida not to be motivated by personal grudges. I’m sure Iida will take all this to heart and drop the whole thing immediately

actually that’s interesting to hear that they don’t have authority to make arrests. basically they just capture the bad guys and then let the cops and the courts deal with it from there

(ETA: although the way this rule is applied at the end of this arc is frankly mind-boggling to me. it should have been “thank you, children, for apprehending this serial killer who’s been terrorizing the country, and for saving Apache Chief’s life. we’re incredibly grateful to you and so very sorry that we fucked up so badly our own selves so as to make your actions necessary to begin with.” but nooooo, they get chewed out for having the fucking gall to take action in a life or death situation. and they’re told their actions can’t ever be made public or else they’d have to be punished since they broke! the! rules!! oh gosh. really the cops just didn’t want to deal with this on top of everything else and this was the laziest way they could sweep it under the rug.

sorry for that impromptu rant lol.)

Iida says he appreciates the warning. like I said,this gives me a ton of confidence that he’ll just go ahead and let this go

he is staring off into the sunset and clenching his fist

this kid got bitten by the vengeance bug real bad

now we’re back on top of that water tower where Kurogiri first met up with Stain

for whatever reason, Tomura has decided to tag along

“sacrifices” oh lord

Stain says the title of “hero” should be reserved for only the truly great, and that too many of them are just in it for the money and are undeserving

(ETA: Stain’s Annoying Rant Counter: 4)

now he’s jumping off, presumably to go kill some more of those money-grubbing heroes

as soon as he’s out of earshot Tomura immediately starts dissing him

(ETA: it’s amazing how much I sympathize with Tomura in this arc)

but Kuro says the other cities Stain has appeared in have actually seen drops in their crime rate, and that it seems to tie in with “an increase in hero awareness”

Tomura’s like, great, isn’t that the exact opposite of what we, the evil villains, are shooting for

and he wants Kuro to bring out Noumu so they can go on their own rampage

wtf. Noumu who’s supposed to be in police custody right now?

yeep

oh my god, fuck you and your s-less plurals you stupid misleading sneaky Japanese language

so these guys just have Noumus by the barrel, just lying in wait ready to be used at a moment’s notice, then??

THREE FUCKING NOUMUS

one of the Noumus has FOUR FUCKING EYES because WHY NOT

so basically these guys are their fucking Sentinels

back to Deku and Gran on the train!

it’s going to be nighttime by the time they make it to Shibuya. awesome. Gran is happy because there should be more crime to put a stop to now

oh my god Deku is waiting for Iida to reply to his text. omg. I’m having a “millennial reads a gen z manga for the first time” moment once again

FIRST OF ALL, I didn’t post the panel right before this, but basically Gran is like, “ON YOUR PHONE AGAIN?! KIDS THESE DAYS,” and OH MY GOD. GRAN IS LITERALLY NINETY PERCENT OF ALL BABY BOOMERS I’VE EVER MET

SECOND, DEKU HAS HIS READ RECEIPTS ON BECAUSE HE DOESN’T TRUST HIS FLAKY CELLULAR NETWORK

THIRD, HE HAS A PICTURE OF ALL MIGHT AS HIS OWN TEXT AVATAR, I AM FUCKING DONE. FOREVER!!

also, Iida read that shit and didn’t say a damn thing. that’s some shady fucking shit, Iida. up to no good

(ETA: I would also like to take this opportunity to complain about this translation, because in this version Deku has abbreviated the word “you” as “u” and ARE YOU KIDDING ME Deku would never)

oh shit they’re making an emergency stop

IS IT VILLAINS, IS THE TRAIN BEING ATTACKED

...okay yeah, I would say that is a yes.

yep. same

oh SHIT, it’s the Noumus. of fucking course they got those guys rather than Stain

so Deku immediately recognizes the familiar exposed-brains-and-vacant-expressions aesthetic, but before he can do anything, Gran shouts at him to stay put. and now he’s springing off into action

fucking shit. even All Might was only just barely able to beat the last Noumu, and that was with him using his full power and then some

oh shit the train hasn’t stopped yet!

shiiiiit

DAMMIT GRAN YOU SAID THIS WOULDN’T BE AS BAD AS LAST TIME

so now Deku, looking out at the city which is aflame, realizes that they’re still in Hosu, and...

and now we’re cutting back to Iida and his pal. and his pal is telling him to get a move on and that they need to head toward the scene, but all of Iida’s attention seems to have become focused on this random dark alley nearby, and now he’s taking off in that direction

(ETA: what a fucking coincidence though that Stain just happens to be in the alley right next to them though. like, come on)

and it’s Stain... he’s looking towards the explosions? presumably? and complaining to himself that “that idiot” is being too flashy

so the explosions were what was drawing the attention of Iida’s hero pal, but Iida himself probably saw this guy. and just ran over without thinking

I mean, Stain’s clearly about to end this guy though

the poor hero dude apparently can’t move. just like Kurogiri in the last chapter

and Iida’s appearing in the frame behind Stain now

oh godddd

!!

GHKHHKHFKH

LOOK AT THAT. GLASSES CAME FLYING RIGHT OFF. WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY EARLIER

now Stain is asking Iida who he is. does Stain not watch the U.A. Sports Festival broadcast along with the rest of the country

wow he’s telling Iida to leave

I left out “honorable villain” from my previous list of villain types, but this guy increasingly seems to fall under that category

(ETA: nope, already had him covered under “talkative villain”)

hoh boy Iida has his rage face on

but while he’s busy being dramatic, Stain cuts him off and points his katana right in his fucking face omg

he says he can tell from his eyes that he’s out for revenge. OH CAN YOU. YOU DON’T SAY. THOSE EYES, REALLY? THEY’RE SO FRIENDLY THOUGH

“watch your mouth or your age won’t be enough to save you”

I didn’t mention this before because I was too caught up in everything, but Stain must be the first ever person in history to look at Iida fucking Tenya and immediately think, “child”

maybe it’s the lack of glasses. if Iida still had his glasses on he’d have immediately been pegged as forty and would now be fucking dead

now Iida’s pissed off all over again because Stain doesn’t consider him a threat

look at this fucking monologue

IS HE GONNA TAKE HIS BRO’S NAME AFTER ALL OMG

HE TOOK HIS BRO’S NAME

and Stain is all “oh really? time to die then”

and the chapter ends

why are heroes so brave and stupid

BONUS:

oh cool, I think this is Iida’s hero pal and I was wondering what his name was

“Manual” omg. like manual as in training manual? instruction manual?

“favorite things: equilibrium.” favorite color: beige. favorite food: oatmeal. favorite musician: phil collins

I actually love him now and I hope we get to see him more and that he somehow manages not to become collateral damage during this arc

[dreammutual-remade]

high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

[taeguboi]

Headcanon request: from friends to lovers. Thank you 😊

Here goes! Very late! As per usual! But they’re longer HCs this time!

BTS HCs: Friends to Lovers

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RM

It takes forever for either of you to realise it.

He’s that guy best friend who always makes you laugh

always there to pick up the pieces

but it takes a lifetime to realise it all

to realise that actually, you can’t live without him

but first, as friends, he:

helps you on your quest for a true love

even though he low key knows that it could be him all along

but he’ll wait

takes you on mates dates at least fortnightly

friend’s discounts at the shop he works at

and he doesn’t do that for anyone else

but he doesn’t realise fully either

not yet

he becomes more and more generous to you

and he still doesn’t really think twice about it

and whilst you’re grateful for the things your friend does for you

nor do you think twice about it

until one day

you’re about to meet up at the park

you know, normal sunny Saturday afternoon

and on your journey there, you just stop

right in the middle of the street

“I can’t wait to meet Namjoon today…”

“Like, I REALLY can’t wait…”

“My God, could I be…”

and you get there and he’s laid out this picnic

which ordinarily wouldn’t be unusual

but then you see these rose petals

and champagne

it’s dead cheesy

but it’s like he’s so in tune with you

you just run up to him sat on the blanket waiting

“Oh my goodness, Namjoon!”

and something overcomes you

you give him an appreciative kiss

“What’s happening right now?” you ask, parting from the kiss

which he has most definitely returned

“This…”

*he pops open the champagne*

“…is what’s happening”

and there’s not formal asking out 

or even any official labels to start with

you just spend the rest of that day together

“We should so something like this again sometime”

“Like… a date?”

“Maybe” he grins.

You don’t do anniversaries or milestones in the future

because no one payed attention to the time or the date

it didn’t matter

that doesn’t matter

What matters is that the two of you found happiness

unexpectedly

congrats guys

everyone was secretly rooting for you all along

so many new gifs for me to use! it’s like my favourite way of rounding of a post ngl. wheeeeeeeeee

Jin

It was love at first sight… but then it wasn’t… but then it was again, huh.

you meet Jin and are entranced by him

but you have no chance, you figure

after on his first day of work at your place

you’re showing him the ropes

“yeah so here’s where the…”

*crash! bang! wallop!*

next thing you know

you’re on the ground 

“Yep I’m a dork.”

“I’m a klutz.”

“This girl right here? No chance”

That’s all what you’re telling yourself, that is

so then you avoid him 

and he clocks on to that

“oh that’s a shame”

“she seemed really nice”

and this goes on for a bit

but then you eventually get comfortable around him

and suddenly out of nowhere

he asks you on a date

and you say yes of course

but you’re certain it’s a dare from the co-workers

for whatever reason

so when Jin asks if you’d like to do it again

you humm with uncertainty

“Wow, you really don’t like me, do you?”

“What, no?”

“Why are you so indifferent around me? Something I did? Said?”

“It’s not that.. it’s… this is a dare, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“The guys at work. They put you up to this didn’t they?”

“Are you for real?”

“Are you?”

“Yes! Y/n, I like you!”

“How do I know this isn’t part of the act?”

and he’s so fucken bold

he pulls you in by the waist

and plants a big one on you

right on the lips

he’s so dreamy

you have to go back in for another

this is great

really great

you go back to his

and it’s innocent, you know

you’re kissing on the couch 

all night

into daylight

just kissing and talking

“Okay, maybe I believe you now”

Jin is the bias wrecker once again guys. Confession made.

Suga

It’s one of the hardest experiences he’s ever had to live… but it’s worth it.

Yoongi is the most quietest person around girls

especially if he likes you

but you were never told this 

you meet a friend of his 

and she one day introduces you

cool, cool, ‘hello’

that’s your side of it anyway

“Very pretty. and charming”

his side ^

but doesn’t speak up

for years

he just so happens to be fortunate enough

that you and this mutual friend get closer

and that a group of friends forms from that

he treasures those meet ups you all have

he loves the way you laugh

the light in your eyes when you tell a story

your dress sense

your tastes in music

your everything

Music. That’s it.

so one day he muster the courage

to engage with you in a more in depth conversation

“What’s new with you, Yoongs?”

nice, a nickname

he blushes

“Not much really… apart from this maybe”

and he passes you a headphone

and the music that’s playing is cool

“I just got into them, think they’re my newest obsession��”

“This is cool stuff man”

okay

‘man’ is a little heartbreaking but

she likes it

she might even think I’m cool

and you do

and you two start to bond over music more and more

“Aw Yoongs, check this out! It’s like what you showed me last week!”

“Nice! You know if you like this stuff then I can recommend more…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can send you some links, or…”

or…..? YOONGS?

“…or you could come to mine sometime and go through my CD collection”

and even he’s shocked at this bold request

but you say yes immediately

so what was he going to worry about anyway?

so yeah, his place

music music music

he is so cool

the stuff he owns

the stuff he likes

it’s almost like

he’s you as a guy

and it’s almost like

you’ve connected on a completely different level

then you find yourself thinking about him a lot

A  L O T

you want to text him every day

you want to bump into him wherever you go

or invite him out just because

right, this has to stop

you have to know

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“What would you say if…”

“If…?”

“It’s silly, nah”

“Oh”

“Well… do you think we’ve been hanging out too much lately”

“Not at all”

“No, I mean like TOO much… too much for people who are ‘just friends’?”

literally though

you’ve spent every day of this past fortnight in each other’s company now

“Maybe, but… well, how do you feel about that y/n?”

“I… I’ve enjoyed it” you smile

“Me too” he grins.

and it’s a big grin

it makes you warm

make you want to…

“Stop me if I’m reading this wrong”

you go for it

you kiss him

and he’s kissing you back

hurray!

finally!

“Oh my god guys, FINALLY!” 

your friends chorus in one go

Yes, finally.

J-Hope

He was a skater boy, she said… ‘YES!’

lol sue me kill me idc

your mates like the park

his mates like the park

it’s really the only place in your area 

to go to every weekend

you mingle a little gradually

you guess they’re cool

it’s nice to be welcomed up there

“you girls like skating?”

“suppose we can try”

some of you pick it up like that

some of you don’t

you choose which one you are

and you all grow up together essentially

you all get older then

less people are coming out so often

you and Hoseok find it’s just the two of you

this happens occasionally

neither of you think anything of it

but you have a laugh

you have fun

practically best friends

without saying that you’re best friends

you grow up some more

and the park at weekends is no longer a thing

you get jobs

you get further education

etc

you think to yourself, in your 20s

“you know what I haven’t done in a while?”

and just like that, you grab your board

or not if you’re the type who didn’t pick it up

maybe you have a bike instead idk

so you go back there for the nostalgia you guess

and it’s eerie

because you hear your name

and the voice is familiar

you must be going nuts

but then you source the location of the sound

you completely forgot his house backs onto this place

“Y/n!!!” 

at the top of his voice until you notice

you wave

aw isn’t that lovely

you make your way home

“Woah! Wtf?” 

Hoseok’s just stopped you in your tracks on the main street

and you just catch up

and it somehow leads to meeting for coffee the next week

you guess it’s harder to keep friends at this age already

so why not

one coffee date

turns into 5

into 18

into 578659

you get it

something is happening here

you… think?

then you get this invite

he asks you to be his plus 1 at a wedding

this… isn’t just what mates do, right?

or is it?

best not over think it

just make yourself look presentable

well at least look nice

or really nice

like really good

…you make yourself look like the bomb

let’s see if he pays attention now

“Woah”

he’s stunned

but so are you 

THE SUIT

he had the same idea you bet

he offers you his arm to link onto

you get drunk at the wedding

naturally

and you just talk about the idea

what if you’d have got together as teens?

it’s so random

but then he tells you 

any guy would be lucky to have you

it’s cliche af

but

but

*you’re just staring into thin air now*

“Y/n-would-you-like-to-go-on-a-date-with-me?” he blurts out

it’s real nervous and fast

but kinda cute

and you butt in just as fast

“YES!”

do either of your remember in the morning?

damn right, you do?

“So what now?”

“You looked so fine in that dress y/n… you really captured me. Let’s do it.”

and it’s onwards and upwards from there.

Jimin

“I secretly love my best friend and I get jealous when she’s with someone else”

you’re the duo that people begin to get convinced would never get together

like not even a hook up

people used to tease like

“why don’t you just fuck already?”

or

“you know who would be good for you?”

but they stopped

they saw how much it annoyed the two of you

and actually

maybe they should grow up

and realize

friendships of opposite genders do happen

so you get on with the whole best friends thing

and this is normal to you

well it’s not unusual, having said that

maybe I should say, it’s not unbearable for you

Jimin, on the other hand

he fucking adores you

he might even say he loves you

if he could admit it

he can’t even tell himself that though

not yet

he secretly can’t stand it when

you go on dates

you tell him all about it

you ask him what dress to wear to go out in

that stuff

so you know they say

“a drunk mind speaks a sober mind”?

he’s on a lads night out

and they’re talking about you

how cool you are

how pretty you are

how fit you are

and that last one gets to him

he pins a close friend of his up to the wall

“dude wtf”

wtf indeed Jimin

“oh shit, I love her”

“gaaaay!” his mates holler

“shut up! I have to go do something”

so he calls you

“can I come over”

“uh, sure?” a confused tired y/n answers

he gets to yours and you see why the weird time of night

“have you been drinking?”

“I was, but… I feel very much sober now”

“Everything okay Jimin?

“I… I… I just pinned Tae up against the wall”

“Why?”

“He said something about you”

“Tae said something about me? I hope nothing bad…”

“No y/n, nothing like that, oddly enough.. he said…

… he complimented you and it just…

… y/n I can’t pretend anymore…

… I am a jealous person when it comes to you.”

“You’re… jealous? Of what?”

“People who get to be close to you”

“But we’re close, Chim”

he can’t stop talking thought

“… people who get to take you out -

- people who get to hold you close - 

- people who…”

“Jimin, what are you trying to say?”

“If you never wanna talk again, I’ll understand”

“Jimin, what is it?”

“Can I ask a question?”

that’ll be easier for him, you see

“Would you kiss me… ever?”

“I’ve… never really thought about it…”

“Would you try?”

it’s a bit desperate ^ 

but he’s asked it now

you have to think about it though

you really never thought about it

“I need some time”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologise Chim… take me out.”

“Huh?”

“Take me out. This time next week.”

so you can think about it

and you do

and it’s still pretty uncertain for the first few days

until you can’t stop thinking about it

what that kiss would have been like

you have nothing to lose, surely?

and then a week has passed

you get to kiss him

Wow

“I think we could do this more often” you smile

V

You fall in love with a kitty and he falls in love with you

your friendship derives fro a mutual love of something

CATS

well actually, it’s all animals

but you decided your home needed a cat

and he works at the adoption charity

“I’m quite fond of this one” he smiles

he’s just picked up the one you pointed out

usually the adoption procedure is short and sweet

pick a cat, take them home

but Taehyung lets you stroke the cat

for hours

as the two of you are lost in conversation

you don’t even stop to wonder if he’s slacking off the job

this is too nice

“You know, I wouldn’t say no to letting you visit him every now and then” you offer, blushing of course

he’s so cute…

the kitty isn’t bad either

shoot me again i know

“Really?”

“Yeah”

phone numbers exchanged

nerves hit you as you expect his first visit

are you letting in a secret madman?

who knows?

you find out he is mad

but not in a psychologically deranged way

he’s nuts

he’s funny

he’s caring

he’s… a good friend now

but it doesn’t end there

he’s charming

he’s thoughtful

he’s… amazing

and time to feel pathetic every time he visits the kitty

like a middle aged woman watching a fit young builder work on her house

but it stops feeling like that when

you notice he glances at you 

he sometimes just watches you talk

he’s interested

whether that’s an interest in what you’re saying 

or and interest in you 

or both, you can’t figure

then one day he suddenly makes this confession

kind of

“you know we’re taught not to get attached to the little fellows we take in…”

“and yet here you are…”

“yeah…”

he looks awkwardly at the floor

“Tae?”

“What?”

“Were you… going to say something else?”

“No! – uh, maybe…”

you wait for him to spit it out

“I did get attached to [name of pet] but… I might have played on that…”

“Play on it how?”

you’re not sure if you should worry

“It’s just when I saw you come in for the first time and you look so cute and kind and…. ah I’m making a right balls up of this…”

“and what, Taehyung?”

“I just wanted to get to know you better!”

“Why?”

“I literally just listed some of the reasons why!”

silence

“but… nevermind that… can we still be friends?”

this is insane

why would he think you’d want to be his friend

after this

absolutely insane

to think

that you could continue being

just friends only

“So… you liked me back?”

“Oh my god how long have we trailed this out unnecessarily?”

“oops” you confidently smirk

oh and you’re face to face with him now

and then

the kiss

awwh

but what’s that smell??

“I still need to get [pet’s name] toilet trained!”

all’s well that ends well

Jungkook

From lovers to friends to lovers again… pfft, teens

high school sweethearts

everyone thinks you’ll be together forever

but then it ends in like your last school year

over numerous misunderstandings

you know how it can be

the amount of jealous people

who then make rumours

which can feel very believable

anyhow

it’s a few years until you even meet or talk again

of course in your youth, weekends are for partying

and you make friends from friends

and more friends from those friends

and then different people mingle

and a friend of a friend of a friend become besties somehow

all that jazz

so your group and his group somehow collab

it’s weird at first 

but you’re young adult

you can be civil, right?

you might think I’m about to say ‘wrong’

but I’m not

because y/n and Jungkook were always ahead of the maturity game anyways

and now you’re in a more sensible environment 

which sounds weird as you’re in a club full of horny strangers

but there’s a more positive type of people

because no one involves themselves with the negative people from school anymore

so you can talk properly

and you look back with nostalgia

and you evaluate with more open and educated minds

you catch up

and with each drink comes more honesty

yes, you actually get drunk together

that is a possible thing

no one takes advantage though

you agree to meet up to go clubbing more often

and you bond once again over your love for fun

and since it doesn’t happen that often

it’s more fortnightly than every possible day

you can always find something to talk about

because there’s always something to catch up on

but then one night you’re broke

you just don’t admit it to anyone

surely it can still be fun with friends alone, right?

it is still fun

but

isn’t this whole seeing your ex thing a bit weird?

the conversations on this night are less natural

he doesn’t spot it

and you all depart without fuss

you think about it the next morning again

is this weird?

can this friendship thing really work out?

and you decide

no, it can’t

because you still fucking love every little thing he does don’t you?

and he’s matured extremely well

he is like DAMN

but you try to numb it out

accepting that round 2 could never happen

he invites you out

“just us and a few friends” he says

but there’s no friends there

they all bailed

not a trick, just real coincedence

and yeah, you talk some more

and more

and more

and more

until it hurts

you’re tearing up

he’s tearing up

you’ve missed each other so much

you passionately kiss

still low key crying

full of emotion

wishing neither of you had ever let some petty high school kids affect your lives in this way

it’s kind of almost tragic

but you’re here now

you’ve missed his kisses

he’s missed your touch

but neither of you miss those fucking shit staring kids

the rumours ruined you back then

but they only made you stronger now

you and Jungkook

back together

forever?

A lot of that was probably lame but I hope at least one person can enjoy this [not including myself hahahah]

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[dead-thorin]

everything im gonna write is gonna be concerning but it be like that and its really not concerning

for like months now i haven’t been ok. And like it’s gotten worse with the holidays and ive been so fucking angry and tired lol. like at first i was like its fine its ok, then i was like its the hormones it happens, then its the stress of finals and work but like its really not like i legit just dont want to be alive anymore im really tired of it. Like idk how to convey just how much i dont care anymore to be alive

1) I feel so fucking isolated here like i have friends but a majority of them are cis. And like the trans people i know? most of them on T are non binary which like valid, but they dont get the full extent. And like their families support them lmao and theres one person i could talk to but he doesnt seem to want to socialize much so i always feel awful thinking about hitting him up

and like i feel like my friends dont like me and i know thats not the case but also maybe it is!!! who fucking knows anymore!!!! i dont have time to talk to them bc im so busy at work and then i get home and immediately have to do more work and by the time im free this week theyll be home for break so like!!! fuck i guess!!! i saw one of my friends who i havent been able to see all semester and she said shed hit me up today and she hasnt and i know its cause she and another friend have to study and theyve been busy but in my mind its still “she fucking hates u!!! doesnt matter that she was so excited to see u and would definitely have no qualms in telling u to fuck off she hates u!!!”

2) no one listens to me lol like people listen to me when i rant, which is really helpful and i really appreciate and love that they do that bc emotional labor, but like in groups? i talk and people interrupt or dont hear what i say or disregard it and im like k. OR THEY THINK IM FUCKING JOKING LIKE THIS LEGIT IS SUCH A PROBLEM AND IVE HAD IT HAPPEN WITH SEVERAL PPL AND IDK WHAT TO DO. Like i physically say “im really not joking dont do that” AND THEY STILL THINK IM JOKING

and whenever i talk to people and they give me advice or just listen they do at least one thing. They either mention medicine, which again, valid, but i dont want to go back on medicine right now. But then they fucking push that shit and demand reasons why i dont want to like fuck u i dont have to explain shit to u i just dont want to. And/or it turns into me educating them and im just like great! i managed to do labor in this trying time! nice!

3) I cant talk to my therapist bc shell become concerned lol. i told her how i went to the labor looking for a book about the pros and cons of committing suicide and researched it and i had to talk for 10 minutes afterwards about the steps i was taking to help combat it but like i was legit scared to tell her in case she made me go into inpatient care lmao and this brings me to pt 4

4) theres like nothing here LMAOOOOOOO like no books at either library about stopping suicidal thoughts or helping depression or about family estrangement. I had to order books from different libraries to get something and theres a few that i got from the Libby app but like wtf lmao and theres no events during christmas and every volunteer thing? either i gotta fill out an application and do training which who knows how long thatll take or i need a car. Like there legit isnt anything here i did so much looking lmao like i have my hobbies but that wont make me leave the house

i talked to a professor about this shit too and he understands and stuff and told me to hit him up during break if i feel isolated but like I FEEL SO FUCKING GUILTY FOR EVEN BREATHING LMAO LIKE WHAT hes got shit to do too and i know he has research going on so like doubt it

5) im gonna die alone at this pt and i know thats mad dramatic and also probably false but im like so conflicted about everything i feel with my gender and dating

like every time i like a man im like wow if i was a girl, this wouldnt be a problem and like being cis has more privileges than being trans but i know last time i dated in the closet it wasnt a good time SO

and every time i like a girl, im like she prob wont see me as a man or will be disappointed in my body or transition

and like no matter who im interested in, the same thought is always “they prob dont see me as a man and will misgender me, even unintentionally” like i know people who dont even know my birth name and have known my pronouns as he/him AND THEY STILL GET IT WRONG LIKE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO EVEN DO ANYMORE TATTOO IT ON MY FUCKING FOREHEAD 

theres a guy i currently like, whos so sweet like theres one incident that happened that i had me thinking damn.... hope hes into guys and single..... and like its kept me up thinking “oh man hes definitely str8 this fucking sucks if i was a girl i would probably have a shot” but like every time i toy with the idea of detransitioning (not in a serious way, but just like casually thinking of a scenario) my mind physically rejects it and is like “motherfucking do u wanna go back to THOSE shitty feelings??? really??? it was worse before!!” and i will definitely get over this crush, like im just lonely and its cuffing season, but it fucking sucks in the meantime like i feel like i cant date because im too nervous and scared to!!! im so scared they wont think im a man and i know thats not every person but like Jesus its enough that its a good possibility

6) this part is sad but i think i have to stop talking to my sister or at least give her limited info bc shes having her parents contact me through her and im not giving them shit so...

like she just texted asking when id be home and for the millionth time (BC NO ONE LISTENS TO ME) i said i wasnt going home, im never going home, stop asking and i know that its them asking her to ask me and they can honestly fuck themselves

like these are all problems that have solutions and i know the solutions but like im so tired of it lol im tired of having to deal with my family situation, im tired of being ignored and interrupted and not taken serious and having to explain my boundaries over and over and over again, im tired of not being able to talk to people for fear of getting hospitalized or interrupted or pushed onto meds, im tired of not having resources, im so tired of it all. Im so sick of being suicidal and not even being able to get out of bed and having to deal with being depressed and anxious and chronically ill fuck all of it

legitimately had to make a list of shit i could do over break so that i feel like i cant hurt myself until i finish it bc thats how my shit brain works. like i dont want to die but i also just dont want to deal with this anymore and i know itll get better in time but jesus fucking christ its been 8 damn years when does it actually get fully fucking good? its gotten better but more shit keeps coming up like yea i started hormones but now i dont have a fucking family anymore. 

Even if i didnt have this list i wouldnt do it bc 1) i dont want to do that to my closest friend and 2) im helping someone get out of an abusive situation. She has like no support, just one cousin whos there for her, but he doesnt have resources for her. Ive been listening to her and validating her and making sure she knows that a) this is the type of shit abusers do and b) shes not fucking crazy for thinking certain things!!! she really isnt and i get it so much so ive been gently giving her contacts from the beginning to help her and she finally left and is in a really delicate place. So like not exactly the best thing for me to suddenly be gone and id feel terrible if she had no one there for her

anyway this was a long post that can basically be summed up as i really want to fucking kill myself but i wont but also im suffering a lot

[thegreyareabetween]

Texts I Send During Seminary

I consistently forget to post these here, but I’ve compiled them now because tbh, they really show a lot of what seminary is about. (Things in quotes are things said by teacher or students in seminary; asterisks mean I went on a long rant after)

- Cool so in seminary they’re saying that the reason the native Americans were forced out of their lands and beaten and tortured and subjected to the horrors the Europeans brought because it was god’s will.*

- “This is not about color” as god makes the bad guys in the Book of Mormon darker skinned and makes the good guys have light skin. Sure whatever just say Joseph Smith was racist and let’s move on*

- “Women need to be educated because they need to educate their children. Not because you want to make more money.” First of all, fuck you.*

- “When you feel like the church is wrong, you aren’t feeling that it’s wrong, you’re feeling what those people who oppose the church are saying is wrong.” What kinda bullshit logic are you trying to use?

- Oh boy do I just hate going to church and listening to the same lesson I’ve been hearing for 17 years

- Love when the church uses big numbers to make them seem better... Kay so they say they’ve donated $1.2 billion dollars over the last 30 years to charity. They’ve got 15 million members. If all those members paid tithing, that’s a lot of fucking money right? But the church only donated $80 per member to charity. When y’know, you’ve got members donating $18,000 per year. So really, are they really digging into their pockets for charity? If you divide that by the number of years, they’re donating $2.67 per member per year to charity. So like, that’s bullshit.*

- I bond with no one over being gay because I’m surrounded by STRAIGHT PEOPLE

- God we have a sub today in seminary and he’s being a bitch,

“No talking”

“Get off your phone.”

“Use your phone only for scriptures.”

“You have to talk to people.”

“I’m going to take your phone away.”

First of all I have anxiety so jot that down, Second of all, try to take away my phone, I fucking dare you. I will get up and leave, I’m done with this shit.*

- “The Nephites were in bondage.” First of all, that’s kinky. Second of all, please stop saying bondage so much it is making me

u n c o m f o r t a b l e

“In what way have you seen people in bondage today?”

S T O P

- Getting up early and dragging my ass to a religious institution that makes my whole existence a sin is not something I would call ideal. The sabbath is the lord’s day of rest therefore Jesus wants me to take this nap, mom.

- If there’s one thing I’ve learned from church, it’s that I hate kids and I will never have them. Other people? Fine have an army of children. Me? Not for both of my kidneys.

- So my seminary teacher is telling a story about an SBO at Bingham high school. The legislature said you can’t pray at high school graduation right? So this kid gets up at his graduation and prays anyways and my teacher is like, “And I’m so proud of him for standing up for what’s right.” Like wtf. Breaking the law and forcing your religious values on a captive audience seems wrong to me???

- Mormons trying to reconcile religion with science makes me feel not good.*

- “Now that gay marriage is legal, mormons may now be forced to perform gay marriages.” That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.

- "A successful woman isnt educated, or in a big career, or an owner of nice things- she's a mother." -My seminary teacher. Like I’m not trying to make motherhood seem unimportant, because it is important, but like... it’s just not for everyone.

- I don't know why but it bugs me when people brag like, "Well I'm related to Brigham young." The man had 50 wives, the real question is who isn't related to Brigham young in this state.

- My teacher is like- overtly racist and it meshes way to well with the doctrine in class

- "Would you go on a mission to a Polynesian island?" Idk man seems racist to me to ask that

- “Our church does really well in countries with dark skin." That's... that's not... where do I even begin to tell you how wrong that is. Bad bad word choice.

- "50% of people who walk into hotel rooms watch porn." First of all, I didn't even know the hotel had any porn options until now. Second, where did you get that statistic?

- "When you dress immodestly it's because you want attention and you don't really care about your body." That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works.

- "You'll get an STD if you have sex outside of marriage." I mean, if you're dumb and you're not careful you'll get an STD. You can get an STD even if you're married so lol

- "We turned on a PG-13 movie and within 10 minutes they had sworn like 30 times." At that point it's not PG-13 so you obviously weren't really looking at the rating

- My seminary teacher just said that Albert Einstein said that he believed in god. Which is like. So wrong. Albert Einstein said he was agnostic, and didn't believe in life after death. He said he wouldn't deny the possibility of a divine being but he wouldn't say there was one either 😒😒

- "Wow. The Book of Mormon and the Bible are so similar! They say the same kind of things about this other thing." Wow. It's like. It's like Joseph Smith had read the Bible because he grew up Christian. It's like. It's like he knew what the Bible said. Wow.

-"Anti-Mormon literature is so false, I would know because I'm the expert on the staff here about why it is false." Well first of all you have been so wrong so many times I find that extremely hard to believe

- "Fortnite is part of Satan's plan." Yeah I'm sure Satan wants to turn people from Jesus by playing fortnite.

- "My friends who swear have different thoughts." Wow, really? That's insane information.

- Everyone getting accepted to BYU and I'm here like, lol if I step on that campus I'm pretty sure alarms would go off and the campus and I would burst into flames.

- "It's on girls to dress modestly so boys don't do bad things." Maybe... maybe we should teach boys to control themselves.... And not teach girls it's their fault if boys make fucking dumb decisions...**

- So being gay is equal to murder in the eyes of the church in terms of transgressions. I hate living here*

- “You can’t be on your cellphone unless you’re on the gospel library.” Cool, try to take away my phone, see what happens. Like lol go ahead and call my mom. I don’t care anymore. I clearly have not cared since the day I started seminary. My mom will be pissed and probably take my phone away but really, y’all parade around free agency but it’ll just make you look bad if I get in trouble*

- “All of you on your phones are you with us?” Is that some sort of rhetorical question? Because I know you know I’m not paying attention and I don’t care to so why do you keep asking? Because if you’re looking to shame me into complying, jokes on you, I have no shame.

- Why must I, a simple gay, suffer like this

- If I had to choose between coming here and getting hit by a bus, you best damn be sure I’m choosing the bus

- Because of course that’s how you encourage people to go to church, yell at them so they feel so bad they have to go

- Like 90% of my problems wouldn’t be problems if church weren’t a thing

[mcjour]

so the other day was the anniversary of my friend’s death and i realized there was so much i didn’t process there like at all. 

i can barely even remember what our relationship was. he definitely wasn’t a close best friend or anything, at least. but the line between acquaintance and friend is blurred. like, i didn’t exactly hang out with him. but it’s not like i was really hanging out with anyone at that point lol.

so i see his closer friends (also my friends) post something on facebook sometimes and i am like huh am i entitled to that? was i close enough to him or would posting be attention seeking?

i mean there isn’t anything i need to post or anything but thought that was an interesting thought. especially knowing my friends who knew him really wouldn’t even be the type to gatekeep grief anyway but like i said just a thought

gosh i barely even remember him and that’s so awful. like the day i found out he died, we all posted about it and so my memories are only the ones i wrote down in that post. they were nice memories, but i hate that my brain has deleted so much of my life

anyway can’t believe it’s been 5 years!

i think about him a lot, actually. not all the time, but more than i would expect

one thing i thought about this week was how traumatizing finding out was. because we all found out through a mass email to the entire campus. heartbreaking, probably the worst way to find out. i don’t really blame the school for that or anything, it’s not like they have a roster of all your connections or anything lol. but that doesn’t make it any less sucky

i remember i was texting a friend and maybe she was the one to read the email first? but either way i remember us being like, hold on, are we reading this correctly? our friend had a decently common name, so on a large campus, could there have been someone else with his name? but no. he was ours.

i remember i was in the dining hall getting food right before work. i was in shock. i don’t remember if i cried then and there, but i definitely cried at work. i don’t really know why i didn;t just not go to work. probably i didn’t even know who i would talk to about it. besides, what else was i supposed to do? it’s not like there was a guide to how to react when you find out your friend is dead via campus email.

i remember walking to my dorm after my shift. for some reason i worked on the opposite side of campus than i lived lol. i was probably cold and tired and dirty and wet from working in the dish room. i was listening to music as i walked. as i walked up the steep hill (almost home!), the song lifegoeson by noah and the whale came on shuffle. there’s a verse about the singer’s “last night on earth” and having no regrets or something. and wow i think i probably just bawled right then and there knowing that it had literally been my friend’s last night on earth the night or 2 before. 

when you looked at his twitter, that night (or sometime in the days before), he had retweeted a bunch of tweets saying “i could really use a hug right now.” i don’t think i had seen it at the time, like i don’t think i used twitter every day or anything. but to look back at that is so stinging. like, one of those cliche moments wondering if you could go back into the past and change something. like if i had seen that and reached out to him, would he still be alive today? and really who knows. and who knows, maybe other friends DID see, and DID reach out. it’s not really something i spend a lot of time guilting over or anything. but it still is really something to look back at, the cries for help immortalized on the internet. 

his twitter account was later hacked and became like a porn bot account which was also just devastating. luckily i think those tweets got deleted, but the profile picture and the bio still remain. and his old tweets too, like i said. 

there’s also a message he sent me a few months before he died inviting me to a party, which was so kind. and literally the day before he died, he sent me a cat video. or maybe it was the night he died. the link is dead now, so i don’t remember what the video was. there’s no response. i don’t know if i ignored it or if i just didn’t check twitter. 

maybe he was trying to comfort us through his death. in retrospect, i guess i really was a friend if i was one of the people he reached out to in those final hours

his death was right before finals too. which meant we were all totally fucked, i was already tanking a lot of my classes as it already was. i ended up taking an incomplete in one and finishing the next semester. i am sure many of my friends were in similar boats. the friend who passed was actually about to graduate. he was 24. i must’ve been 19 at the time, almost 20. he seemed so much older. i am 24 now, so lol.

the reason i was struggling so much before this was that  my cat had died about a month prior. he was my entire world. 

i couldn’t imagine life without my cat. i can’t remember when i started feeling suicidal myself, but my friend’s death definitely exacerbated that feeling. i think i felt like he beat me to it. and i didn’t want people to think i was a copy cat either. but every time i cut through the fine arts center i’d stand and look over the edge and wonder if it was high enough. i really don’t think it was LOL. but i was in so much pain.

what helped was my advisor slash professor. i had emailed all my professors about the deaths just to give them a heads up if i was missing class or assignments or whatever. and i remember i typed something like sorry, i am just having a really shitty semester. and she replied and was like yeah no that’s an understatement. and she invited me to like hang out and chat and eat donuts and i felt super awkward and anxious about the whole thing but she was so kind and helped me get through some of the professor issues i was having. plus the donut. that ended up really jumpstarting our relationship and she was so important to my college career. 

i knew another person from that same group who also died. i was not as close to her, but was of course still sad to hear of her passing. and it really speaks to how trauma can kill you, i think. most college groups do not lose two people. while they are still in college. there’s a photo of us from a house party and it’s weird that there’s i don’t know 10, 15, 20 people in the photo and 2 of them are dead.

these are things that i haven’t told anybody. because who could i tell?

like i could talk about my friend with our mutual friends, and we did right after he passed and stuff but like at some point that ends. and then i’m not really in close contact with any of them anymore. i would be happy to talk to any of them, don’t get me wrong, but i’m not about to contact these people out of the blue.

and anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t know

and my cat too. i feel like that’s not as shareable of a grief. like society says that’s just a cat. and it was only a month after losing him that i lost my friend, so i was still grieving my cat when it happened. but now my friends all had their own grief and i didn’t want to divert the focus on my friend to be like hi i also am sad about my cat? that seems weird. the word that came to mind was selfish, and i don’t think that’s the correct word in this context. but it does just feel inappropriate.

then to go home at the end of the semester to an unsupportive household while weighted down by two huge deaths. i think i told my mom i wasn’t going to talk to her about my friend (what could i really say anyway). idk she’s the last place i would go for comfort.

and she made grieving the cat horrible. i don’t remember but i think she made it all about her somehow. like how she found the body and bla bla bla. i don’t remember.

the grief of both of these deaths has been bottled for 5 years.

something else i remembered: they set up group counseling for me and my friends. and so i went. i wasn’t too keen on counseling, but i think i was just in shock still and figured it would be good for me. and good to be with friends, whether for my sake or theirs.

so it was run by this lady. this horrible lady. the lady who sent me to the hospital for no fucking reason. so i was like holy fucking shit!!! but once again i think i was kinda in shock, like wtf was i supposed to do, just walk out and make a scene? so i sat there. and she sucked lol. i smiled at one point. i have no idea why i smiled. it was unconcious. maybe i remembered a happy memory, maybe it was just a nervous response who fucking knows. either way she called me out on it and was like why are you smiling? now i think it is rude in general to just call someone out like that LOL but this just so happened to be a very specific trigger of mine from high school days. so i think i literally ran out of the room. one of my friends followed me and talked with me out in the staircase. i know i didn’t go back, but i can’t remember if my friend went back or not. i think i felt bad having her comfort me over some dumb thing, instead of getting counseling herself, but she was definitely like nah that lady sucks. someone i think said the lady made a comment about me leaving too. idk. anyway she’s an ass.

unrelated, kinda, this lady taught the intro to social work class which i really wanted to take but i was like hell NO. luckily one semester they got someone else to teach it. it sucked in a totally different way LOL. 

[crashhale]

Tagged by @fangfogartys and @bythesulfur-andthesea - wow learned a lot about you guys!

last (1-5)  drink - water

phone call – chiropractor’s office because I’ve been in intense pain, threw my back out on Wednesday night… sleeping.

text msg – “Ok we are back! At houlihans now, eating, then taking nicole home, then home” – letting my husband know I’m back from the city.

song you listened to – White Iverson - Post Malone. Been listening to Post Malone for ever (like a year) now, driving my husband crazy because I am not getting sick of any of his stuff, like, at all.

time you cried – Yesterday at the chiropractor’s office. I was literally in so much pain I couldn’t lay down or sit and 3 people had to help me! I’m so much better today! My chiropractor is THE BEST!

ever..? (6-11)  dated someone twice – No, fuck that noise.

ever kissed someone and regretted it – yes. Definitely.

been cheated on – I don’t think so. But who knows, and who cares.

lost some1 special - yes.

been depressed – yes.

gotten drunk/thrown up – yes. fav colors (12-14)  (I think we’re missing some questions here…) GREEN!

in the last yr have you.. (15-21)  made new friends/ mutuals - Yes

fallen out of love – no.

laughed until you cried – yes.

found out some1 was talking about you – yes. Old bitch at work. I hate that even when you’re out of high school, you’re still in high school. Wish everyone would grow up and shut up.

met some1 who changed you – no.

kissed some1 on your FB friends’ list – yes.

general (22-51)  how many of your FB friends do you know irl – I only add people who I know and interact with, and like. So it’s not a huge list lol.

you have any pets – no... I want a kitty so bad!

do you want to change your name – No, I love my name. I just hate when people don’t listen to the whole thing and then say it wrong.

what did you do for your prev. birthday – I went with a bunch of my friends to my favorite restaurant and ate and drank too much.

what time did you wake up today – 7am

what were you doing @ midnight last night – finally sleeping because my back felt better.

what is something you can’t wait for - to move back home!

what’re you listening to atm – my husband asking if I’m writing my bio.

have you ever talked to a person named Tom – yes, I work with one and he’s really nice.

something that’s getting on your nerves - my back.

most visited site - tumblr right now… lol

hair color – technically my hair is light brown but I do highlights so it’s safe to say blonde.

long/ short hair - long

do you have a crush on some1 – yes.

what do you like abt yourself – That I’m not fake.

want any piercings – no. sometimes I want a nose ring or eyebrow ring or more ear piercings but I’m more of a tattoo girl so I’d go for tats over piercings.

blood type – O+

nicknames – Neno and Leno by all my family and all friends that I’ve had since childhood. Lenko by my mum only. Ireni by my uncle only.

relationship status - married

zodiac – Aquarius

pronoun(s) - She.

fav tv/ on-air shows - Riverdale, Rick and Morty, Game of thrones, The Good Place, Superstore... probably lots more.

tattoos? - Yes! Getting more for my 30th next month too! Can’t wait.

rightie or leftie - Rightie

ever had surgery - Wisdom teeth

piercings - ears

sports - nooooo

vacation – Where I’ve been or where I want to go? My #1 bucket list location is Transylvania

trainers – Allbirds - IN LOVE! more general (52-58)  eating - nothing right now

drinking - water. 

i’m about to watch - nothing I’m going to bed. But tomorrow probably Death Cure.

waiting for - lots of stuff.

want - more money, to move back home, to not have to work, to not be in pain

get married - What’s funny is I’m not someone who ever wanted to get married and I don’t really believe people need to be married if they’re in love but it just so happens we got married! It’s was a surprise wedding and we only invited our parents.

career - I’m in marketing but my dream job would be to curate for a gallery or own my own gallery to feature new artists.

which is better (59-65)  hugs/kisses - hugs.

lips/eyes - eyes. 

shorter/taller - Taller

older/younger – I love younger men!

nice arms/ stomach - Both please.

hookup/relationship - relationship. 

troublemaker/hesitant - Wtf does this mean? have you ever (66-75)  kissed a stranger – I think 2 or 3, all on dance floors.

drank hard liquor - yes.

lost glasses – yes.

turned someone down - yes.

sex on 1st date – yes.

broken a heart – yes.

had your heart broken – no.

been arrested – no.

cried when some1 died - yes.

fallen for a friend – no.

do you believe in.. (76-81)  yourself - yes.

miracles - no.

love @ first sight – no. lust, yes.

santa clause - no.

kiss on a 1st date - yes.

angels - no.

other (82-85)  best friend’s name - Katarina and Laura - I have more BFF’s but those are my oldest.

eye color - light brown

fav movie - It’s always a toss up between The Nines, London, and Lars and the Real Girl

fav actor - I have SO many, but I guess my favorite is Ryan Gosling. Some other faves are Aaron Taylor Johnson, Ryan Reynolds, Kate Beckinsale....

Tagging: @elegantmoonchild @mayberrry101 @shymeg @smelsiee @southsidequeenie @sweetpca - anyone else that feels like doing it consider yourself tagged by me!

[yutamint]

pink ears + peanut butter (college!au I.M)

hello i am back w/ college!au changkyun bc i was just thinking bout it ok

pairing: im changkyun x reader (f)

genre: fluff pretty much

notes: there’s some swearing so sorry bout that also this is pretty long sorry also i didn’t proofread i’m just here posting it thank u

word count: 1.8k

so listen you aren’t a straight A student ok you’re like maybe a B average student bc math is hard and chemistry is the devil’s asshole

but one thing you’re good at?? world history

all those crash course videos you watched in your spare time came in clutch when it came to this class bc wow you shine like a star in hist25

and plot twist?? you actually enjoy it

the crusades?? FUCK YEAH gimme more on eleanor of aquitaine

anyways, long story short you’re pretty good at world history and your professor KNOWS you’re good bc you’re literally... the only one who answers questions in lecture.... about literally anything

“how are we all doing?” “i’m good how are you professor” “thank you Y/N”

so yea you’re a big nerd for this ok cool let’s move on

im changkyun is doing well in all of his classes except for... you guessed it: hist25!! with you!!

he just doesn’t show any interest in it honestly? it was one of those filler classes he has to take in order to graduate and tbh..... it’s like he never enrolled

he never shows up to lecture bc “he has better things to do with his time”

but your professor knows that he’s capable of so much more than a damn 59%

so you’re casually discussing the cold war at office hours when knock knock changkyun shows up

“ah mr. im, glad you could join us” and you’re over here like ‘he’s joining us?? who is this dude?? he’s in my class??’ “glad i could make it professor”

anyways this fucker pulls up a seat next to you and you ... just... look at him like ‘why are you here but also why have i never seen you before you are so cute??’

“so changkyun, i understand you’ve been doing relatively well in all your other classes but not mine.... is there any particular reason??” “i’m not very good at history professor” “i’d like to introduce you to Y/N. they’re one of the top students in the class and willing to help you in the course, right Y/N??” and you actually cHOKE ON YOUR OWN SPIT because when did YOu say you were willing to help

“ahem.. right Y/N? your notes are far more helpful than the textbook and i’m sure changkyun would learn a lot from you” “y-y-yes a-a-absolutely professor! i’d love to help changin” “it’s changkyun” “right, sorry” at this point your ears are literally flaming red and you can feel your fingers start to clam up

and changkyun notices all of this bc as soon as he walked into the room, he couldn’t take his eyes off you!! bc wow you were gorgeous!! even in your school sweatshirt and messy hair hehe

he can’t stop looking over at you bc 1. you were cute and 2. you were fidgeting like no end smh changkyun noticed how you shake your leg when you get nervous, how your eyebrows raised when your professor mentioned your name, and the various shades of pink and red your ears turned as soon as you realized what was going on

“wait so am i tutoring him or something” “you could say that! of course you don’t have to work with Y/N, changkyun, but i really would like to see you pass the course” “i’d be happy to work with them, sir” and he gave u a small grin and you actually felt your heart stop

anyways you have a class starts in like 20 min so you start to get up to say goodbye to your prof and changkyun but you feel a hand on your shoulder

“wait where’s your class?” “oh uh it’s in the engineering building” “i can walk you there?” and you look at the professor like he was supposed to tell you what to do like what the actual fUCK DO I DO but you look back at changkyun and you just nod

why is the air so thick between you two?? you can feel his eyes on you and you’re just like.... pls

“c-changkyun you didn’t have to w-walk me to class... thank you though” you literally avoid eye contact with him in order to not embarrass yourself further “don’t worry about it Y/N, my next class is in that direction as well” “when’s your class?” “oh in about 2 hours” “what the hell dude”

you walk faster bc class is in 5 min and you aren’t even halfway across campus ok cool speed lightning

so ye you guys finally get to the lecture hall and changkyun looks so surprised?? like “wait is this chem” “yeah kill me right” “wait no i love chem” “are you serious” “yeah i’m really good at it.... can i sit next to you?” and you look at him like are you insane.... who would sit in a chemistry lecture for 50 min for fun?? answer: im changkyun

so you two are in the back of the lecture hall and he’s literally just sitting there watching you take notes and scratch your head in confusion... “hey you wrote down that entropy is change in heat but that’s enthalpy” “oh... thanks changkyun” “your handwriting is cute” and honestly he finds so much amusement in seeing your ears go from pink to red in 5 seconds

chem is already hard as it is but having hIM sit next to you watching your every move made you want to get up and leave... but if you left then you wouldn’t be able to see changkyun so you just suffered quietly like usual

after lecture, you were off to your dorm to take a nap after everything that happened and changkyun was off to meet his friends, but before you two parted ways, he mentioned to go through your notes from today when you had a spare chance

you flip through your notebook and surprise he scribbled down his number on your chem notes w/ a lil note ‘let’s study for world history tonight!! text me’ and you actually thank your professor for letting this happen

so pull your blankets over your head and shoot him a lil text

‘changkyun?? it’s Y/N’ ‘you checked your notes huh? ;)’ ‘yeah ngl that was pretty smooth of you’ ‘i try my best :~) do you wanna meet @ the lib to study?’ ‘sure!! is 7 on the 3rd floor okay?’ ‘perfect i’ll see u then’ ‘ok goodnight’ ‘goodnight??’

you woke up from your nap literally 10 min before you had to meet changkyun and honestly it was terrible bc your hair was a mess and you had drool on your chin but anyways you rushed to get yourself together bc you didn’t want to leave him waiting 

you didn’t realize that he texted you like 5 diff times asking you if you wanted to eat dinner before studying until you got to the library

‘changkyun.......... i’m so sorry omg’ ‘are u alive now’ ‘yes omg i fell asleep are u here yet’ ‘ya i’m on the third floor by the window’ ‘wait... there are windows everywhere’ ‘ok i’ll come get u’

so you stood by the elevator trying to fix your hair to look presentable when you hear “Y/N!” to your right and you look over to see changkyun and his lil smiley face waving over to you

“have you eaten yet?” “no i came straight here after my nap” “i got you something in case you get hungry” and you stopped dead in your tracks bc... you barely know him yet he was kind enough to get you food wtf

so anyways you both got settled and changkyun handed you a juice pouch and a messily wrapped sandwich in a ziploc bag

“are you allergic to peanut butter” “no i don’t think so” “ok good bc i only know how to make pb and jelly sandwiches”

and your heart fluttered a lil bit bc..... he made u a sandwich wtf changkyun

“so where do we start” “where’s your textbook??” “i never bought one” and you look at this boy like ..... why.... did you not buy one and he just shrugs and says “it’s not like i was gonna need it and it was $300″

so you pull out your notebook and you guys start to go over everything that would be on the upcoming exam

and changkyun gets it!! maybe it’s bc he’s finally paid attention to material or maybe it’s bc you’re teaching him!! who knows

but seeing you nod enthusiastically and praise him when he got something right motivated him to keep going!! bc seeing your smile and your eyes light up was something that made HIS ears turn pink and his palms sweaty (but he wouldn’t ever tell you that)

and you were so excited bc changkyun was starting to show interest in something that you enjoyed and loved and that made you so happy!! plus you didn’t mind the attention that he was giving you who wouldn’t mind it’s changkyun wtf

so anyways you guys met up at the library practically every day up until the exam

he actually shows up to class now and always saves you a seat

and you always give him a pen bc he happens to “lose” his every single time

and by this point you’re like 900% sure changkyun knows more about the byzantine empire than you did

so it’s no surprise when you get your scores for the exam back and changkyun does better than you?? and you’re like ..... i taught you everything 

but he gives you this look like holy shit you actually taught me something and i thought i wasn’t gonna make it but it looks like i can pass with at least a solid C now and like.... that’s when the lightbulb flickers on for you??

like.... am i actually.... romantically....interested in im changkyun?? and ring ding dong you are

bc while you guys would be at the library, you’d always bring an extra carton of milk for him and he’d always split his sandwich with you.... and he would always doodle lil stars on the corners of your notebook.... and you’d always let him borrow your textbook and leave him lil post it notes saying stuff like “ur annoying” and “pls bring food to class on tuesday”... and you guys would literally stay until the librarian begged you to leave bc you two were the only people left... 

and when you’d show up to your guys’ study sessions frustrated bc your damn lab partner didn’t pull his weight on the assignment again and you were left to finish the entire lab report by yourself again, changkyun wouldn’t hesitate to help you finish everything

so when changkyun gave you the bIGGEST hug and pressed his lips to your forehead after class one day, you were like !!!!!!!

“you know Y/N we only see each other in class and when we have our study sessions, but i’d like to see you more than that...do you wanna get dinner w/ me sometime? like maybe tonight?”

“changkyun, is this like a d-date?” “yup it is, make sure you don’t wake up from your nap 10 min before”

thank u for reading this if u got all the way to the end i love changkyun

[leonbastralle]

Malmine’s Day Out In Berry World (And More) - Replies

i could absolutely get used to this, also sorry for the wall of text but i think read more works on mobile now?

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “M: I HAVE THE BEST WIFE HA HA HA!!!!! ALSO FOOD!”

mAAAAAAARR STOP BEING SUCH A HUGE NERD

HE CANT THIS IS WHO HE IS

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

IM GOING TO HIRE U UR BETTER AT CAPPING THEM THAN I AM ❤️ 😭👌🏼

wtf nOOO your shots are so aesthetic i just take a billion pics and post them all but also pls hire me for anything thanks

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

YESSSS

WOOOOOOOOOO

pixeldemographics replied to your post “I heard you wanted to see a weirdo (not)”

Wow a cutie patootie with an extremely Adequate Shirt!! ❤️

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

Hell. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

THEIR FIRST DIP KISS I CANT BELIEVE IT

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

mar stop manhandling ur wife also they cant escape their origin story lmao

its gr8 man i wish i could do smth cool with art and shadows now

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

IM Dying AND LIVING SO MUCH RN THANK U THANK U THIS IS A BALM AFTER U KNOW WHAT

tHATS GOOD THATS GR8 IM FEELING V ACCOMPLISHED

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

@1st pic mar wheres that hand going mar what are u doing

pl A C E S u kno thats just how he is

man i sure lov those presidents and their impure thoughts in public places

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “M: Jessamine! You did great. J: Why thank you! You weren’t too bad...”

Yes YESSSSS APPRECIATE EACH OTHER JESS RUN UR HANDS ALL OVER THAT BACK

now thats a comment i could have written

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “M: I want death.”

MY DUDE ITS PART OF BEING A POLITICIAN

i KNOW I JUST HAD TO

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

theres my perfect daughter in law

:o she is man

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “after today I’ll actually gonna stop spamming sims I can’t take credit...”

who the fuck is this tho idk her lmao

your goddess thats who

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “local alien cinnamon roll still a cinnamon roll”

can i adopt her please (i dont remember if i did already or not)

u can totally adopt and/or marry her tho tbh adopting WOULD probably be better since glow would get v sad and pathi v mad if u married her...well find someone else for u to marry if youd like and its not creepy

pixeldemographics replied to your post “wcifthe eyes of blue guy that trellis talked to?”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! iM LOVING THE TAGS EYE EMOJI

tHANK YOU I WASNT SURE IF THEY WERE TOO MUCH BUT SOMEONE TOLD ME TO DO IT

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “J: Good game, Trellis! T: Man…it seems talent just can’t beat youth....”

im crying so much jess is back at it with the selfies and trellis im so proud of trellis she is so GOOD

sAME I HAV A LOT OF FEELINGS FOR BOTH OF THEM ALSO LIL JESS OUTING HERSELF ABT HER FLAME OBSESSION ONCE MORE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: Okay, remind me again why we HAVE to have a hot president?”

Ok trellis but......... a concept......... its gr8 he beat his meat to get here

i mean since im a troll and like to put impossible knowledge in my sims trellis has a clue or two but if it was confirmed to her i assure you she would appreciate the work that went into those biceps

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

ASSSSSS

aLSO A COOL SHOT SMH

pixeldemographics replied to your post “9, 10”

;) ;) ;) im living for this potential murdering for the challenge

;) ;) ;) ;) ;) dude i might have to tell you because i wanna tell someone and you inspired this so...and for all we know i might never get to gen 8 which would mean id never finish the rainbowcy and start smth new so

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

dUNKED

fun fact abt this shot: i drew half of the fuccin net because the bball always clips through it during this and i hated it so much because i loved the shot a lot

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

mAKE MOMMA PROUD

ALWAYS SHE WAS SO DAMN GOOD

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

dan trellis has some nice legs :o GO GIRL

well she got a lot of exercise but i too would lov naturally hairless legs

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

smh opal arent u supposed to support ur partner in balls

opal dont support anyone that aint sprout tbh

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “O: Woooooooooo!! Not bad, Mr President. M: Please never call me that...”

i MEAN trellis did u check those ABS and GUNS and bAD SHOULDERS OUT???

shE DID TRUST ME SHE TOOK A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME TO ACKNOWLEDGE THESE ABS AND GUNS AND BAD SHOULDERS AND MORE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “?”

idk what happened with that comment im dead

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “?”

cOME ON AND SMAAAAASH AND WELCOME TO THE JAM  👀  👀  👀  👀  👀

i dont know man but its beautiful

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

jfsdsfjdsfsd im crying so much im dead and im so glad mar is like..... giving nip town some much needed rep

he is man he is i need more of it but i also dont wanna b too obnoxious abt it...and also im realising the only other nip town rep on this blog will probably b snowdrifticus...

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

ill b very honest and admit that in light of recent conversations this image can have some...... er ot i c....... connotations...... which is to say...... i lov it

cATII PLS I TOOK THIS AS AN AESTHETIC INNOCENT SHOT

(but also yes. yes y e ss YE S)

pixeldemographics replied to your photo “The Outlaw & The Outcast”

PROTECC THESE KIDS FROM THIS DISFUNCTIONAL FAMILY

ILL TRY MAN i dont think the fam is gonna b the biggest danger to them tho

pixeldemographics replied to your photo “The Outlaw & The Outcast”

ALSO I LOV THEIR PROFILES I LOV THEM I LOVE PULSES SASS AND U KNO HOW I FEEL ABT HER IN GENERAL (WINK WINK)

i kNO HOW U FEEL ABT HER YES I KNO JUST WELL I KNO U WANT THAT MIDDLE FINGER (im sorry the friend u ordered is broken ill get u a refund)

pixeldemographics replied to your photo “The Outlaw & The Outcast”

OK FIRST OFF THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING AESTHETIC IM CRYING SO HARD RN

aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???????????????? CAN U NOT YOURE AESTHETIC GOALS AND YOU CALL THIS AESTHETIC I CRY IVE BEEN APPROVED BY THE AESTHETIC QUEEN??

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: *regrets challenging the boss of everything* M: Did the ball really...”

Also i cry bc if she shortens her name as usual its mar which is sea in portuguese and just adds to the whole aesthetic :’)

;____________; yE S

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: *regrets challenging the boss of everything* M: Did the ball really...”

It seems like mar is not the only one who handles balls well  👀  👀  👀

i mean...there is a possibility that she does too i wouldnt know.......theres actually a possibility that they r all pretty skilled i wonder why

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

Is that a face of....... r e g r e t

probably, trellis is competitive af and v easily gets insecure when shes not the best (aka me???)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “J: He’s so cute! T: Isn’t he? I did good. Is Martinique joining us...”

But im crying and dying and thriving so hard rn u said this was the fave IT IS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️

;______________________________________________; i too am crying in retrospect and was crying

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “J: He’s so cute! T: Isn’t he? I did good. Is Martinique joining us...”

Jess would probably love to b slam dunked tbh i cant believe her

👀  👀  *halamshiral eavesdrop voice* inTERESTINGGGG pls tell me mor

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: I assume that’s a rhetorical question. I’ll browse the shops for...”

jess: wow love!!!

her face looking at shine and trellis gave me life she was probably like...mar too likes to do this...and that...i wonder if he too will still do that when were older...will he stay with me...i sure hope so

and trellis was like well if he dont u kno shine will freeze him and then ill literally kill him so i bet he dont want to risk that

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: *giggles* Shine, come on. I’d have thought you knew me better than...”

i approve of trellis conscientious citizenship i LOV HER

sAME IM SO GLAD I GOT THE OPPORTUNITY TO DEVELOP THIS PART OF HER

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: *giggles* Shine, come on. I’d have thought you knew me better than...”

lmao i bet shine is picturing this in one of those top 10 anime betrayals meme

yes absolutely can u pls make a meme out of this and also everything

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: I’m here, darling…oh, Jess! Hi! You made it! J: Trellis! Ready for...”

cOME ON AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM

YOU GOT IT

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Mrs Lilywhite! Is that you? What a coincidence! It’s good to see...”

dsjasdsasdajdsajsadjsad im living and dying and crying so much ANNIEEEEEEEE

aksjfbakjsbfkajbsfknajsbfaksjf already ;_;

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: Wait, isn’t that…”

yES YES IT IS SJSDJDJSDFFSDDSF

me watching you commenting:

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “It’s time for a group outing on Trellis’ day off!”

i lov the sound of that warning i know ill die

same always

pixeldemographics replied to your post “2, 6, 13, 14, 20, 29, 30!! ;)”

follow up question whats flames fave type of meme

flame is flame he loves every meme he IS every meme but a few selected faves would be alien guy, doge, breadsticks, ermergerd, history of...um...whatever the berry name of japan is my color page isnt working xD and dark kermit i think those are some of his faves yes

pixeldemographics replied to your post “2, 6, 13, 14, 20, 29, 30!! ;)”

i cant believe aur went to the gym and play with his b balls ;)

but can u rly not because i can, i too would if u hav such mighty balls u gotta give them some appreciation

pixeldemographics replied to your post “2, 6, 13, 14, 20, 29, 30!! ;)”

i cant believe ficus is surrounded by ppl who give middle fingers and trELLIS TOTALLY HAS THE FACE OF A MURDERER YES

hES SO SAFE (ALSO NOT RLY) and thank you because she absolutely considered to get in on som fango plots

pixeldemographics replied to your post “special noses (u rly vary ur shape) and fluffy lips, they always look...”

the lips mostly!! but theyre always in combo with the nose i cant describe it but yes these soft kids

;________________; i mean...i guess they are their mothers children...

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,007

Rating: General Audience

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11619897

Prompt: “We’re stuck in traffic next to each other and you started blaring your favorite song which also happens to be my favorite song so now we’re taking turns singing each verse and holy tomatoes you have the voice of an angel” Posted by @dailyau and written by @anyah-wtf

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean Winchester is more than annoyed, even more than angry. He’s absolutely furious.

He has been stuck in traffic for one and a half hours, practically parking baby on the highway in the afternoon heat at around 100 Fahrenheit. His windows are already down but there is just a slight breeze and it barely makes any difference.

Sammy has probably already given up on Dean actually attending his birthday party and even if he could still make it, he would be late, sweaty and accordingly smelly. God, Dean hates traffic.

The way over to Sam’s place usually takes him about 20 minutes but today some kind of accident happened on the highway and here he is, stuck for approximately another 40 minutes, if the radio news are to be trusted.

The worst thing about his situation is that the lane next to him seems to be moving, whereas his own lane is standing completely still. It moves incredibly slow, but hey, at least it moves. Dean only notices this because an eye-catching, yellow Prius slowly shifts forward next to his window. And because Dean has absolutely nothing better to do, he decides to watch the Prius move up next to him.

Even before he catches sight of the owner of this obnoxious car he recognizes the song the driver is playing over the stereo. Hands to myself by Selena Gomez. What are the chances?? Even though he would deny it in front of literally everyone he knows, this song always gets him into a better mood.

Damn, this chick might have a horrible taste in cars but at least she listens to amazing music, Dean muses to himself, grinning at his stirring-wheel.

That’s when the chorus comes on and he simply can’t deny himself to start singing aloud.

“Can’t keep my hands to myself, My hands to myself, Can’t keep my hands-“

He doesn’t get further, startled by another deep, husky voice suddenly singing along.

When he looks up, he finds his car head to head with the Prius and inside of it sits the most gorgeous guy Dean has ever laid eyes on. And he honestly isn’t exaggerating.

The man has dark brown hair, kinda mussed as if he’s been brushing his hand through it quite a lot recently, a sharp jawline, slight stubble covering his cheeks- and his eyes! His eyes are of an almost unnatural blue. And he’s super into the lyrics, singing, smiling and not caring about anyone around him.

That is, until he catches Dean’s eyes and, with a big grin, he asks: “So, why did you stop singing? Is it my fault? I quite enjoyed listening to your voice.” With those words he turns the music even louder; wiggling his eyebrows encouragingly.

Why he starts singing with this ridiculously attractive stranger- Dean doesn’t know. He blames the heat and the amazing voice of this guy. But, in the middle of the highway, stuck in traffic and sweating, they start their inharmonic and laughter-filled duet.

Soon, they take turns singing the lines.

“All of the downs and the uppers" “Keep making love to each other” “And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I-“

One look into each other’s eyes is enough and they start gesturing, dancing as much as possible in the confined spaces of their cars, never breaking eye contact.

“CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF, MY HANDS TO MYSELF, CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF, MY HANDS TO MYSELF”

By now, they are straight up screaming their way through the chorus. And they have so much fun doing so, both end the song with heartfelt giggles, hurting cheeks and maybe drenched in a little more sweat than before.

The next song that comes on is by Taylor Swift, not that Dean recognizes that in the first 10 seconds his new duet partner leaves it playing. Dean grabs his water bottle from the passenger seat and turns around to the other man, who had just turned the stereo off to start a conversation with Dean.

“Wow, that was amazing. I mean, the two of us are probably the only people thinking so, especially when I take a look at the woman in the car behind me, who is staring at us angrily, but I believe we would make a perfect band.” He smirks.

“Well, we’d just need some instruments to take the focus off our voices.” Dean chuckles. “That was my absolute favourite song. Though, nobody knows that and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I might have to somehow eliminate you.” He grins, quickly wipes his hand dry on his jeans and reaches through his open window towards the guy. “I’m Dean Winchester, by the way.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Dean. My name’s Castiel Novak,” Castiel answers and shakes his hand, grinning. “I think I don’t need to tell anyone about our emotional duet, though. I’m fairly certain that everyone in an one-mile radius was able to listen to us.”

Dean blushes a little, but Cas’ joke somehow encourages him. “So, since you enjoy singing… my friends and I spend two nights a month in this small karaoke bar near my apartment. You could join us someday? I could, uhm, take you out for dinner before we join them?”

“I’d like that very much, Dean. Wait a second, there should be one of my business card somewhere-“ Cas ducks down and searches his car for the card, finally hands it over and points at his phone number. “Just text me whenever you find the time.”

“I will.”

They keep talking about everything and anything until the cars in front of them finally start moving and they have to say their goodbyes. Dean texts Cas immediately after setting foot outside of his car, even before he enters Sammy’s apartment. It is when he finds the party almost empty, that he realizes he had actually spent another 80 minutes in the traffic with Cas. And he wouldn’t mind being stuck in traffic again, if Castiel would be by his side.

@planetahmane @th3se-tacos-taste-funny-to-you

[welovekpopscenarios]

You have received a message (Yoongi x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Description: Just your daily texts between yourself and Yoongi, two people who love each other to the moon and back – you’re just too blind to see it.

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 3512

Authors Note: So, this was a fic I had started a while back, but only got to finishing now. I love Yoongi so, so fucking much and I really wanted to write something for him, and I also wanted to try something interesting with writing, so you have this weird texting format (since I’m not cool enough to make the actual fake text pics lmao). I hope it isn’t too hard to understand the names of each person messaging. Now that I think about this, this is kinda a mess lol, it seems kinda rushed to me, but I didn’t know any other way to pace it? but I figured if I never posted it, it’ll just sit there on my computer. So, I hope you enjoy regardless of what a trainwreck this is, and happy reading.

EDIT: This fic is better suited to be read on a computer, since it didn’t come out the best on mobile, but I hope that doesn’t ruin your experience!

 - MOBILE VERSION -

Usernames

Reader: memekween               pepeswife

Yoongi: suga daddy               gramps               Yoongs

Namjoon: Music Man

Jin: jinandjuice

Jhope/Hoseok: Hobo

Jimin: Jiminy Cricket               ChimChim

Taehyung: Tea☕

Jungkook: jungcock

                                      You have received a message

                                                   7th May 2017

(09:06pm)

memekween: hey hey suga daddy

                                                                   suga daddy: please don’t call me that

memekween: but u are my suga daddy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

                                                                   suga daddy: please don’t send that                                                                                              face either

                                                                   suga daddy: what do you want

memekween: wow

memekween: r00d

memekween: I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out with the most amazing person in this world

memekween: out of the goodness of my heart

memekween: but I don’t need this abuse smh

                                                                   suga daddy: do you even realise                                                                                                  what time it is?

memekween: yes

memekween: and?

                                                                   suga daddy: it’s late and I’m busy

memekween: busy doing nothing?

                                                                   suga daddy: exactly

memekween: ugh

memekween: I just wanted to know if you wanted to get some food

                                                                   suga daddy: ah, so you just want to                                                                                            use my money for food

memekween: not exactly

memekween: who do you take me for? lmao

memekween: I also wanted to chat to my bestest friend in the whole wide world

memekween: cuz guess who got dumped today :DDD

memekween: hint – is ya girl

                                                                   suga daddy: fuck

                                                                   suga daddy: you ok?

memekween: yeah, I’m fine

memekween: kinda saw it coming, we weren’t working well

memekween: at least it was only a month together, you know?

memekween: could have been worse

memekween: it just sucks, I guess

memekween: I kinda liked him

                                                                   suga daddy: my shoes are on

                                                                   suga daddy: I assume you’re at                                                                                                  home

                                                                   suga daddy: get ready

memekween: thank youuuu

memekween: I love you

                                                                  suga daddy: sure

memekween: take me somewhere fancy

                                                                  suga daddy: I’m taking you to burger                                                                                           king

memekween: fine dining ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°) only the best from you

                                                                  suga daddy: I really hate those faces

memekween: send one to me

memekween: experience the power of the lenny face meme

                                                                  suga daddy: no

memekween: pleaseeeee??? I’m feeling sad rn…

                                                                  suga daddy: ( ° ͜ʖ͡°)╭∩╮

memekween: a lenny face in true yoongi fashion

memekween: thank you

                                                                  suga daddy: whatever, I’m leaving                                                                                               now

                                                                  suga daddy: see you in a few

memekween: see you, yoongi

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                                                  ‘we dem boiiiizz’

                                                    21st May 2017

Jiminy Cricket: Hey guys! Do you guys wanna go bowling next weekend?

Jiminy Cricket: I just realised we haven’t done anything as a group in a while

Jiminy Cricket: I thought it would be a nice idea 😊

Hobo: Yeah, I’d be up for it!

Tea☕: Yeah, me too :D

Music Man: Sure

jinandjuice: This could be fun!

pepeswife: coolio, chimchim 😊

                                                                  gramps: eh

jungcock: sounds cool, I’m in

                                                                  gramps: ok I’m definitely not going                                                                                        now

Hobo: Me either bye I’m busy doing anything else that day

Tea☕: Same, I suddenly have plans

pepeswife: woops I’ve to water my bread, or smth of that nature

pepeswife: sorry, can’t make it

Music Man: LMAO

jinandjuice: Omg

jungcock: what? Wtf

Jiminy Cricket: C’mon guys…

pepeswife: I’m not going if junglebook is going

jungcock: wtf why? What the hell did I do??

                                                                  gramps: you’re competitive as shit

pepeswife: yeah, and you always win

Tea☕: it’s not gonna be fun for the rest of us

jungcock: I can’t help it that I’m good at everything ‎😏

Hobo: I hate you

jungcock: fuck you too, neigh neigh

jinandjuice: stop fighting lol

Jiminy Cricket: Yeah! It’ll be fun, I promise! We can all team up against Jungkook!

jungcock: HEY

Tea☕: Now that is an idea I can get behind

jungcock: fuck you all

jungcock: I’m still gonna win

Music Man: What do we get if we win?

                                                                   gramps: yeah what are the riches for                                                                                   the winners

Jiminy Cricket: Uh

Jiminy Cricket: Nothing?

pepeswife: now you see

pepeswife: that isn’t very enticing

Hobo: Yeah, you can do better than that

Music Man: Try again lol

Jiminy Cricket: Omg

Jiminy Cricket: Ok, we can all pitch in for pizza afterwards

jinandjuice: It’s not much of a prize if everyone has to pay for it

                                                                   gramps: yeah, this isn’t convincing                                                                                       me

Jiminy Cricket: OMG I DON’T KNOW

Jiminy Cricket: I HAVEN’T ANY OTHER IDEAS

Tea☕: Let’s calm down now

jinandjuice: I have a coupon for a free burger at Burger King

jinandjuice: Winner gets that

                                                                   gramps: sounds good enough

                                                                   gramps: I like free food

jungcock: same

pepeswife: same

Music Man: cool with me

Hobo: same here

Tea☕: I’m ok with that

Jiminy Cricket: You people have very low standards

Hobo: Burger King is delicious

Music Man: Yeah, that isn’t low standards

pepeswife: yeah, Burger King is my jam

pepeswife: isn’t that right yoongi

                                                                   gramps: you make me buy you some                                                                                    like every day

                                                                   gramps: I’m broke because of you

pepeswife: excuse me

pepeswife: it isn’t every day

pepeswife: it’s like, every two days

jinandjuice: LOL

pepeswife: and forgive me for having expensive tastes

pepeswife: a girl likes to have the finer things in life

Jiminy Cricket: I wouldn’t class Burger King as one of the finer things in life

pepeswife: are you judging me and my poor life

Jiminy Cricket: Omg no!

Hobo: Smh you were Jimin

Hobo: Shame on you

Tea☕: Low blow, chimchim

Jiminy Cricket: OMG STOP

Jiminy Cricket: Are we going bowling next weekend or not??

pepeswife: I’m up for beating Jungkook

Hobo: Same!

Music Man: Me too

                                                                   gramps: me too

jinandjuice: Let’s crush him

Tea☕: No mercy

jungcock: you’re all assholes

jinandjuice: Children shouldn’t swear

jinandjuice: I raised you better than this

jungcock: go fuck yourself

Music Man: Yoongi, stop teaching the baby how to curse

                                                                   gramps: my bad

jungcock: I’m going to throw a bowling ball at each of your faces

Tea☕: Violent

pepeswife: the child has severe anger issues

jungcock: I’m going to bed

jungcock: bye

jungcock: I’ll be there next week to win

Hobo: And so the child rests

Jiminy Cricket: Ok! So it’s sorted!

Jiminy Cricket: I can’t wait!

Jiminy Cricket: I’m going to bed too, I’ll text you tomorrow!

Jiminy Cricket: Night!

Hobo: I’m gonna go to sleep too

Hobo: Early start tomorrow

Hobo: Night everyone :D

Music Man: I think we should all sleep, it’s late

Music Man: Night

pepeswife: night night <3

jinandjuice: Rest well everyone!

                                                                   gramps: night

Tea☕: Sleep is for the weak

                                                                   gramps: if you wake me up at 3am                                                                                       texting the groupchat

                                                                   gramps: because you’re freaking out                                                                                     about aliens again

                                                                   gramps: I will end your life

Tea☕: Gotta blast

Tea☕: Night! ^^;

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memekween: well this date isn’t going well

memekween: sigh

memekween: he started talking about how much of

memekween: ‘a babe’

memekween: his ex was

                                                                   suga daddy: wait

                                                                   suga daddy: you’re on another date?

memekween: yeah

memekween: I thought I told you this?

memekween: oh wait maybe that was jin

                                                                   suga daddy: oh

                                                                   suga daddy: well thanks for telling                                                                                              me

memekween: lol I’m sorry yoongi

                                                                   suga daddy: sure

memekween: ??

memekween: uh ok

memekween: what’s the mood about?

                                                                   suga daddy: I’m not in a mood

                                                                   suga daddy: also isn’t this like the                                                                                                100th date this week

memekween: uh wtf? I’ve only been on 2 dates

memekween: sorry if I want to find the love of my life

memekween: wtf is wrong with you tonight?

                                                                   suga daddy: there’s nothing wrong                                                                                              with me

                                                                   suga daddy: you just go on a lot of                                                                                              dates

                                                                   suga daddy: you should stop wasting                                                                                          your time

                                                                   suga daddy: especially on guys like                                                                                            that

                                                                   suga daddy: you can do better

memekween: oh, and I suppose you know what’s better

memekween: do you?

memekween: give me a break

memekween: at least I try

memekween: when’s the last time you’ve been on a date?

                                                                   suga daddy: I haven’t been                                                                                                          interested in anyone                                                                                                lately

memekween: you haven’t been interested in anyone

memekween: ever

memekween: I don’t understand why you’re judging me

                                                                   suga daddy: whatever

                                                                   suga daddy: you’re so blind

                                                                   suga daddy: have fun on your ‘date’

memekween: wtf do you mean I’m blind?

memekween: yoongi?

memekween: hello???

memekween: wow

memekween: ok then

memekween: when you get your head out of your ass

memekween: you can talk to me again

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                                                  ‘we dem boiiiizz’

                                                    28th May 2017

Hobo: I can’t believe Jungkook actually won

Hobo: Again

Hobo: I trained for years

Hobo: Honing my bowling skills

Hobo: Learning and meditating with the masters of the bowl

Hobo: Only to be bested

Hobo: By a mere child

jungcock: I told you it was going to happen

jungcock: no one can beat me

jungcock: I’ll enjoy my whopper while washing it down with a nice cold glass

jungcock: of your tears

Tea☕: you’re like 5 how did you beat us

jungcock: because I have the strength of the gods

jinandjuice: And because he eats the vegetables I give him

jungcock: and because I eat the vegetables Jin gives me

pepeswife: do you lace those vegetables with steroids or something

jinandjuice: Just how mother made it

Tea☕: omfg...

Jiminy Cricket: Tonight was fun, though!

Jiminy Cricket: Did everyone enjoy themselves?

Hobo: Yeah, I had a great time!

jinandjuice: We haven’t hung out like that in a long time

jinandjuice: I’m glad we did

jungcock: yeah, it was really fun

Music Man: Y/N certainly enjoyed herself

pepeswife: excuse me, Namjoon?

pepeswife: I have no idea what you’re talking about

pepeswife: suddenly I can’t read

Music Man: Hmm, ok

Music Man: But you can flirt back with the worker at the bowling alley perfectly

Tea☕: Oh yeah!

Tea☕: You got quite cosy with them, didn’t you?

Tea☕: ;)))))

Music Man: Yeah, lol

Music Man: She barely focused on the game

pepeswife: listen

pepeswife: they were nice, I’ll admit

pepeswife: but I don’t know if it will go anywhere

Hobo: You never know!

Hobo: You got their number, didn’t you?

pepeswife: yeah…

Hobo: So go for it!

Tea☕: Yeah, they seem nice!

pepeswife: idk…

jungcock: if they ever give you hassle

jungcock: they’ll have to go through me

jinandjuice: no one will ever hurt my favourite child

Jiminy Cricket: Favourite child?!

jungcock: I thought I was your favourite

jinandjuice: I love you all equally

jinandjuice: but Y/N doesn’t give me pity laughs when I make jokes

Music Man: Are you sure about that?

pepeswife: i d nOT GIVE PITY LAUGHS

pepeswife: JIN IS HILARIOUS

jinandjuice: thank you Y/N :’)

Tea☕: ANYWAY

Tea☕: It wouldn’t be us doing the beating up

Tea☕: It would be Yoongi, tbh

Music Man: True, actually

Music Man: Speaking of

Music Man: He’s been quiet in the chat, and all night actually

Hobo: Yeah! Yoongi, man, where are you?

                                                                   gramps: I’m here

Tea☕: You’re quiet tonight

                                                                   gramps: don’t have much to say

jinandjuice: What’s wrong?

                                                                   gramps: nothing

                                                                   gramps: I’m just tired

jungcock: when aren’t you lol

Music Man: What did you think of the person Y/N was talking to

Music Man: Think you could take em in a fight if you had to?

                                                                   gramps: I don’t care

                                                                   gramps: she can do whatever the hell                                                                                   she wants

                                                                   gramps: I’m not watching over her                                                                                         like shes some kid

                                                                   gramps: it’s her problem if something                                                                                   happens

Hobo: …damn

Tea☕: Uh that was kinda cold Yoongi

Music Man: We were only joking

jinandjuice: Did something happen, guys?

jungcock: you’ve been acting weird all night

jungcock: moodier than usual

Jiminy Cricket: Guys…

                                                                   gramps: nothing happened

                                                                   gramps: I’m going to bed

                                                                   gramps: night

Hobo: Yoongi?

jinandjuice: Y/N did something happen??

pepeswife: uh idk

pepeswife: I’m tired too tho

pepeswife: so I’m gonna sleep now

pepeswife: night

Tea☕: Y/N? Wth?

jungcock: Y/N?

Jiminy Cricket: Just drop it guys.

Jiminy Cricket: Maybe they just need space.

Music Man: But what happened?

Jiminy Cricket: I don’t know, but we should all sleep

Jiminy Cricket: All of us asking won’t help.

Tea☕: I guess you’re right.

Tea☕: I’m gonna sleep, so. Night everyone

jungcock: yeah, me too. hopefully everything is fine in the morning

jungcock: see ya

jinandjuice: I hope they’re ok…

Music Man: I’m sure they’ll tell us. We should sleep. Night guys

Hobo: Night, I’m leaving too

jinandjuice: Alright…night.

jinandjuice: I hope everything works out.

Jiminy Cricket: I’m sure it will. You know them

Jiminy Cricket: they never fight for long

jinandjuice: I hope you’re right. Night Jimin.

Jiminy Cricket: Night, hyung.

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                                                   28th May 2017

ChimChim: What happened?

                                                                   Yoongs: nothing

                                                                   Yoongs: like I said

ChimChim: I’m not stupid, Yoongi.

ChimChim: I knew there was something up

ChimChim: The two of you had been acting weird all night

ChimChim: You’d barely look at each other let alone talk

ChimChim: And when she started talking to that worker

ChimChim: You got even worse, and spent the night glaring at the poor dude

ChimChim: So I want you to stop avoiding the question, Yoongi.

                                                                   Yoongs: Nothing

                                                                   Yoongs: Happened

                                                                   Yoongs: I was just in a mood

                                                                   Yoongs: end of story

                                                                   Yoongs: now leave me the fuck alone

ChimChim: Yoongi, it’s me

ChimChim: You know you can trust me

ChimChim: You don’t have to keep everything bottled up

ChimChim: What happened between you and Y/N?

ChimChim: Was it because you didn’t like the person she was talking to?

ChimChim: I know you’re protective of her

ChimChim: Do you think they wouldn’t be good enough for her?

                                                                   Yoongs: see

                                                                   Yoongs: that’s the fucking thing

                                                                   Yoongs: no one is ever good enough                                                                                   for her

                                                                   Yoongs: they never will be

                                                                   Yoongs: because she deserves the                                                                                       world

                                                                   Yoongs: and it fucking kills me to see                                                                                   her go on date after date

                                                                   Yoongs: or go through relationship                                                                                       after relationship

                                                                   Yoongs: knowing I’ll never be fucking                                                                                   one of them

ChimChim: I’m…

ChimChim: Yoongi…I didn’t realise you felt this way..

ChimChim: Do you...like her?

                                                                   Yoongs: Of course I do

                                                                   Yoongs: actually no

                                                                   Yoongs: I don’t just ‘like her’

                                                                   Yoongs: I love her

                                                                   Yoongs: I fucking have since we were                                                                                         teenagers and

                                                                   Yoongs: fuck

                                                                   Yoongs: I hate everything so much

                                                                   Yoongs: and idk if I can be her friend                                                                                           anymore

                                                                   Yoongs: because I honestly feel like                                                                                       my heart is shattering into a                                                                                           million fucking pieces

                                                                   Yoongs: every time she goes on                                                                                           dates

                                                                   Yoongs: and not even just by that

                                                                   Yoongs: every time she smiles, or                                                                                            laughs, I know I can never                                             ��                                            say that she’s mine

                                                                   Yoongs: and I try to be a good friend                                                                                             for her

                                                                   Yoongs: but every time I’m near her                                                                                         my heart beats like crazy

                                                                   Yoongs: and I feel like a stupid kid

                                                                   Yoongs: and I love every single bit                                                                                             about her

                                                                   Yoongs: and I mean every single bit

                                                                   Yoongs: with all my heart

                                                                   Yoongs: but I know she’ll never be                                                                                              mine

                                                                   Yoongs: and I honestly don’t know if I                                                                                       can go through it anymore

                                                                   Yoongs: and I don’t care if I’m being                                                                                           selfish

                                                                   Yoongs: I can’t live a life without her                                                                                        but I don’t want to live a life                                                                                          where I’m not hers

                                                                   Yoongs: where she won’t love me                                                                                               back

                                                                  (Read 12:03)

                                                                   Yoongs: jimin

                                                                   Yoongs: jimin where the fuck did you                                                                                           go

                                                                   Yoongs: are you serious right now?

                                                                   Yoongs: fucking hell

(Sent 12:10am)

ChimChim: I don’t think that’s your choice to make

                                                                  Yoongs: what choice?

ChimChim: Her loving you.

ChimChim: You don’t know what her answer would be.

                                                                  Yoongs: yes I do

                                                                  Yoongs: she’d never be with me

                                                                  Yoongs: we’re ‘just friends’ in her eyes

                                                                  Yoongs: and it’s too late to be                                                                                                      anything else

ChimChim: Y/N lives near you, doesn’t she?

                                                                  Yoongs: what?

ChimChim: Y/N. She’s close by your apartment, isn’t she?

                                                                  Yoongs: yeah, around 10 mins away

                                                                  Yoongs: wtf

                                                                  Yoongs: why?

                                                                  Yoongs: you hardly want me to go                                                                                            over there and profess my                                                                                          love, do you?

                                                                  Yoongs: cuz it’s not going to happen

ChimChim: No, you don’t have to do that.

ChimChim: You just have to be ready to answer the door in a few minutes.

                                                                  Yoongs: wait what?

                                                                  Yoongs: what the fuck?

                                                                  Yoongs: Jimin wtf do you mean by                                                                                            that?

ChimChim: Goodnight, Yoongi.

ChimChim: And good luck.

                                                                 Yoongs: jimin?

                                                                 Yoongs: JIMIN??

Before Yoongi could barrage Jimin with more questions about his cryptic messages, a faint knocking sound could be heard from where Yoongi lay fuming on his bed.

His eyes widened, and he shot up straight in bed, staying silent. Maybe if he didn’t answer, they’d go away? Just when he thought he was in the clear, the knocking came again, this time stronger, and Yoongi gulped, standing up to drag his feet to the front door, opening it reluctantly.

He was greeted to the sight of you bent over and panting heavily, as if you had just sprinted here (you had), clutching your phone in your hand. You tilted your head up at the sound of his door creaking open, and you stared at him with wide eyes, as he did the same to you.

Regaining your breath, you straightened up and shuffled awkwardly on your feet.

“Can I…come in? I need to talk to you,” you whispered, and Yoongi’s heart dropped to his stomach. Was this where you were going to get rid of him from your life for good? He knows you haven’t been talking since your argument, and he knows he said he couldn’t be your friend anymore, but now when the situation was right in front of him, he was terrified. He couldn’t lose you.

He wordlessly stepped aside, keeping his gaze on his feet and allowed you step into his apartment. You headed straight towards the couch where you sunk down into the cushions and sighed; a long weary sigh being dragged out from the confines of your chest.

Yoongi sat down hesitantly next to you, and then all was silent as you both struggled to think of something to say.

After what he figured was at least 5 minutes of dead quiet in the dark living room, you broke the silence. He heard you take a deep breath, and you shifted to face him on the couch, but he refused to gaze back at you.

“Yoongi,” you called, but he still did not raise his gaze, instead focusing his attention on his dirty, beat up sneakers with a scowl plastered on his face.

“Yoongi,” you tried again, but this time, you placed your hand under his chin and forced his gaze on you. And when he looked into your eyes; so wide and so warm and so beautiful, Yoongi broke.

“I love you, and I don’t know how the handle that,” he whispered, and flushed pink at his admission. “I know you don’t like me back, and that’s ok, but it isn’t because I love you so much and it hurts so much when you’re with someone else because I would kill for it to be me but it never will be and, fuck, I get so mad but I’m more sad and you drive me crazy-“

You effectively cut off his ramblings, by sealing your lips over Yoongi’s, and he became rigid under your touch. What? Was this actually happening? Are you sure? Are you really kissing him?

But then he felt the warmth of your hand move to cup his face, and he realised: yes, this was actually happening. Yes, you’re kissing him. And yes, this is the best thing he’s ever felt in his whole entire life.

He reciprocated the kiss as soon as he regained his sense, and pressed his lips to yours in a hard, bruising kiss, but one that was sweet and lovely and amazing and he wanted more. He saw stars as you slanted your lips over his, moving softly against his chapped ones, and Yoongi brought shaking hands to rest on your waist, clutching you tight.

But the need to breathe soon became a problem, and you broke apart, panting and never tearing your gaze off one another.

“You are such an idiot,” you laughed, and he tilted his head in confusion. “I’ve been in love with you since the first day I met you, Min Yoongi. I always have been, and I always will be.”

His heart sped up as he heard those words, and his jaw nearly dropped, but then he remembered: “What about all the dates, and relationships? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You ducked your head, giving an awkward laugh, “ah, those. Those were to help me get over you, since I thought you didn’t like me back. They never worked, though.”

He raised a brow.

“Now who’s the idiot,” he asked, and yelped when you slapped his chest. “I’ve been in love with you since you bumped into me in school and I had to help you pick up your books.”

“We’re BOTH idiots,” you said. And as you stared at each other, you both burst into full blown laughter at your ridiculousness, smiling wide and tugging each other closer. When the laughter died down, you held Yoongi’s face in your hands, and he nearly melted.

“I love you, Min Yoongi,” you whispered, and he gave the goofiest grin; a grin brimming with adoration.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, and leaned in to steal another kiss.

“So, did Jimin tell you?”

“He actually took a screenshot of your conversation and sent it to me.”

“God damn it, Jimin.”