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DATING JACKSON WANG

(OAKY… SO HEAR ME OUT, THIS WAS A LONG TIME COMING AND THIS IS REALLY SHORT , IM SORRY!! IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO GET BACK INTO WRITING AFTER MY STUPID AMOUNT OF TIME OFF! SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME, LOVE YOU GUYS x)

 PERMANENT TAG: @dreamescapeswriting​

 - Okay lets get this straight, he a d o r e s you.

- He basically worships the ground you walk on

- You 2 met at the airport accidently

- You were walking to your terminal to throw yourself onto a plane to the US of A

- Got7 were also on their way to the US and (conveniently) were waltzing in the same direction.

- You were pushed to the floor by a photographer and Jackson straight away came to your help, shouting at the man as he helped you off the floor

- You two kept in contact and on your next visit to South Korea, you met up

- Friends to Lovers trope

- Supportive asf!!

- Your very own hype man

- Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing or doing he’s all like ‘d a y m n n n n’

- He constantly has his hands on you, holding your hip, holding your hands, arm draped over your shoulder, arm over your shoulder holding your hand when he’s behind you

- Once you guys said ‘I love you’ to each other that was it

- Says it all day everyday

- Brags about your relationship to everyone who will listen, his band, his parents, MC’s on TV shows, JYP, Namjoon, everyone on social media, strangers

- Big chats on having kids because we all know that he’s gonna be an amazing dad

- Go on ‘Return of Superman’ together and everyone is ready for you to have kids

- Will do anything for you, no matter what

- He loves kissing you

- On the forehead, hands, fingertips, lips, cheeks (anywhere he can get his mouth to really)

- His mum and dad love you too

- His mum is always ready to scold Jackson if there is an argument (even if it wasn’t his fault)

- His is ready to wife you up asap

- Lets be honest he already has the ring

- The love you guys have here is unconditionally untainted. Pure and soft.

- The type of relationship that people are jealous of

- I think that’s it?

- We all love Jackson in this household

- Stan talent, stan Jackson

- #TeamWang

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U know how in some interview in America, they asked NCT127 what their secret was to having such great hair or whatever the question was. I can't remember.

Johnny said that their hair doesn't have to be healthy it just has to look great. It had me thinking.

It's the same being an idol. Some people don't care about your health as long as you look great. Most idols don't talk about their mental health because some of their "fans" shit on them for it. Calling them all sorts of insulting things .

And these insane beauty standards. Like how can you expect all female idols to have the same weight. Taller people have to weigh more than their shorter group members to be considered healthy. How do you expect an 170 - 178cm to have the same weight as their 150-169cm group members??

Are they fucking insane?????

45-50kg isn't healthy for people over 155cm tall(depending on the weight of their skeleton) . And to think that idols that are 160-175cm are forced to be that weight or the public calls them fat and ugly and tells them that they don't deserve to be idols because they're not the "ideal" weight. No matter how long they trained, how hard they've worked, how talented they are.

And the fact that all idols need to be pale because it's part of the beauty standards. The idols are throwing away their childhood, their privacy, their love live, to do something they love, and the can't even be their natural skin colour.

Idols sacrifice so much of their lives and people literally shit on them for the littlest, stupid, unnecessary shit.

Irene read a book written by a feminist, got shit on for it. Lia can't do that genuinely hard shoulder thing well in Wannabe, gets called lazy and people say she can't sing. Beautiful, talented Chaeryoung doesn't fit the beauty standards, gets told to leave the group after all her hard work and training. Hwasa doesn't fit the beauty standards and disregards the "ideal" weight and body type, got told to leave the group by the public multiple times despite obviously being very talented. Kyle being bullied out of Priston because of her weight. Jennie doesn't smile all the time, gets called a bitch and is "rude".

People underestimated Bangtan and looked down on them thinking that they wouldn't get anywhere but look at them now. Namjoon and Hoseok got told to leave the group because they "don't look good enough" despite the talent the they possessed, the love they have for performing. People out here saying Bangtan don't deserve all the success they're getting, when they worked so hard to have their efforts seen.

There are alot more examples of this absolute bullshittery. I personally think there is nothing wrong with having an idol persona in an industry that treats its idols like this. If it keeps you from getting hated on by nitpicking people who literally will hate on you for anything and everything you do. Then do it.

I just hope that people will treat idols like actual people in the near future. That idols would be more confident and comfortable with themselves. And not have these insane beauty standards pressure on to them. I hope idols will get to be themselves and live their life.

Because it's their life to live....

I hope idols will be able to find love without people calling it a "scandal" and without the woman getting shitted on just because they're in a relationship LIKE ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING THAT CRAVES LOVE FROM A LOVE INTEREST.

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You're an amazing, lovely and talented writer. Please dont let yourself think otherwise. If ever those negative thoughts pass you, let me know. Imma fight those thoughts and shower you with love and praises u deserve 💜

😭 oh my god 😭 I love you so much!!

Stay safe and healthy!!

💜

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I request for a part 2 of somebody you loved pretty pleaase (only when you have the time tho hehe) also i just noticed the original request says smth about jk regretting it? So maybe there really is a part 2??? 🤞🤞🤞 no pressure tho! Your writings are worth the wait anyway. stay awesome and talented 💜

You absolute angel!! 💜 I’m honestly thinking a part 2 needs to be done so it could be in near future 😊😊 unfortunately, I won’t be writing for a while due to some personal issues but as soon as I’m back, I’ll start it 😁😁

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hi!! is there gonna be a part two to somebody you loved?

Heyy!! I think if enough people request it then it could be possible 😊😊

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Hi! Love your writing so much! You're one of my favourite writers on here!!! Can You please do a namjoon fic, where he friendzones you but later finds his true feelings for you

Heyy!!! Thank you so much, this means a lot 🥺🥺 of course I will it might take a little bit because of school and work stuffs but I’ll do it asap 💜💜

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SOMEBODY YOU LOVED.

JEON JUNGKOOK

GENRE: ANGST! ANGST! ANGST!

WORDS: 1787

REQUESTED? YES! BY @jeonchristineimnida​

PERMANENT TAG: @dreamescapeswriting​

A/N - SO I’VE DECIDED THAT ANGST IS UP AND RUNNING. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IF NOT I’LL RE-WRITE IT :)) SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES

Drowning. That’s what you felt. This is what you had boiled down to, an over worked and stressed shadowing accountant with, according to your boss, nothing to amount to. You were laid in bed, where you had been for the past two days, procrastinating on your workload and trying to recover from the recent dispute with your sister. Recent events had broken your heart beyond repair and made you want to hide from the world, making you (unintentionally) avoid your nephew. Your sister had rang and expressed her distaste in your actions stating, that you ‘sort yourself out and get back on track in his life or you can fuck right out of his life all together’. If only she could understand. If only you could express what you were feeling. If only he let you down slowly. You could feel the heartbreak tenfold at the mere thought of him, a wave of sadness started at your toes and rolled up your apathetic body. The tingling in your nose was a tell tale sign the tears were going to start building up but you were over crying. Over feeling like your world had been flipped upside down and something was ripped from you. This wasn’t his fault, you knew that. It was a mutual breaking up… but it wasn’t. You had loved him with all your being but he was the one who fell; he fell out of love with you and maybe you were the problem. You had rang Namjoon earlier in the week and spoke to him about everything - he had tried to give you advise on ‘moving on’ with your life but it didn’t work, all the distractions you had used failed because they reminded you of him. The music reminded you of all the times you had slow danced through the kitchen or when you had random dance parties to make you take a break from the assessments - it always worked. Painting made it worse, you always seemed to be painting his doe eyes and perfectly plump lips - he was all you thought about. You knew this wasn’t healthy for you but you couldn’t bring yourself around to care, days bled nightfall and you were surviving on coffee and red wine. Thinking back to your last face to face conversation made all of your fears of why the breakup happened become more realistic.

X

You and your boyfriend had been laid in his bed watching ‘Cry-Baby’, he was propped up on pillows with his head resting on the head board. Your head rest on his shoulder, humming along to Johnny Depp singing ‘Doing time for being young’. He had asked you earlier in the day to tell him 2 of your insecurities, you had straight away chickened out and told him that you’d tell him later. Well, this was later, and your random boost of confidence had decided to show.

“I’m insecure about my body.” You blurted out randomly, causing him to look down at you.

“What?” He chuckled, shuffled a little down the bed so he was face to face with you.

“You wanted to know what I’m insecure about. There’s a lot of things but my body is one of them. I also have the feeling that I’m not enough to be in a relationship with, and that you’re going to leave me eventually.” His answer felt like a warm hug, but the person hugging you is holding a knife to your back.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you any time soon.”

X

 That was a load of bullshit. Not even two weeks later, he was messaging you to say that he felt bad for stringing you along when he held no feeling towards you any more. You agreed with him - letting your moment of happiness disintegrate into the ashes of self-doubt and loneliness. You let these feelings wash over you as you bathed in them - your hair matting and sticking to the back of your neck, your body feeling burdensome with no need or motivation to move and the skin of your cheeks feeling dry and stiff from all the tears that had been spilled but not wiped. You had tried to explain to your sister - tried to explain what it felt like to have part of your soul ripped from your body and you needed help. But every time you picked up the phone and typed out a text, you’d backspace it all and place you phone back down. You knew that if you could explain she’d help, you two were close sisters, more like best friends; you knew she would drop everything to help you out, just like you would (and have done) for her. You remember when her ex-boyfriend, and father of her child, left her when she was 8 months pregnant. You had took a leave from university, explaining your situation to your tutors and with the mutual decision of working from home, you hunkered down at her house. You pulled her through the pit of tar called depression and put her back on track the best you could - she started helping herself after that and you were the backbone, you were there for her when she stumbled and throughout the pregnancy. You wanted her help, hell, you needed her help but you couldn’t bring yourself to mess up the equilibrium of her now oh so perfect life. If only you could open up, you could be in a different place now. Last week, Jimin had showed up at your door (well let himself in really) and pulled you up from your bed - he quickly washed your face and pushed your hair up, stating that you were only going to a cafe and then McDonalds on the way home. You were clad in sweats and a hoodie pulled up over your head with drawstrings pulled, keeping your face covered. You weren’t sure if you were ready for this. You were sat in the small cafe a couple blocks away from your house and you were a mess; half crying into your caramel ice-tea as Jimin read through the text conversation with your ex, sewing venomous insults here and there as commentary. You were suppose to be happy for the distraction, but you were surround by couples who were deeply in love and this cafe was where you met him. He slipped you your drink, which he paid for, with his number and a kiss on the side. It was sweet… Bitter-sweet. You didn’t understand what you had done, he showed no sign of ‘falling out of love with you’ at all. You took your drink with you as Jimin ran you back home, of course you enjoyed your time with him and thanked him for his attempt at a distraction, but as soon as he left you were left alone to your destructive thoughts. In your heart was a gaping hole which you had no idea on how fix. You grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and launched yourself back into bed with the chicken nuggets Jimin had bought you, you wished he could’ve stayed the night but he was a busy superstar. You fell into a peaceful alcoholic pipe dream.

 X

You woke up to his face inches away from yours, a small smile gracing his features.

“Good morning baby. Sleep well?” You could feel the warmth of his body and duvet wrapped around you. You peered up at him, he was breathtaking, especially in the morning. You nodded slightly, kissing his jaw as the tears welled up in your eyes. You loved him more than life itself and here he was in front of you, closer than he had been to you in the past 2 weeks. His brows furrowed as your hand caressed his cheek, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Hey now Jagiya, don’t cry. Pretty girls like shouldn’t be crying.” He pulled you close, his hand on the back of your head making you bury your face in his bare chest.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

X

 You opened your eyes with your hand griping the pillow in front of you. Your other arm flung behind you as you patted the bed searching for him. You were met with the cold, fully made side of your bed, there was no lingering heat. He was never there. You cheeks felt wet and cold as your heart sunk into the pits of your stomach as you turned onto your back, facing the ceiling. You could no longer smell bis sent despite wearing on of his shirts and you wish you could, the smell could comfort you in the worst of times. But no comfort was offered. You slowly climbed out of bed, taking the empty wine bottle with you. You trudged out of your bedroom door and down the dim hallway towards the kitchen. You passed the living room keeping your eyes downcast in an attempt to avoid the happy memories that were laced throughout your apartment. Ranging from the times you’d fallen to sleep on the sofa with him watching random films to when you had a water fight between the kitchen and front door. You made you way past the sofa into the kitchen, placing your empty bottle beside the sink and opened the fridge. You pulled out a sausage roll when you heard your notification tone, it was either TikTok, YouTube or Instagram. Taking a big bite, you sat on the kitchen bar stool and unlocked your phone. You paused mid-chew as you saw that it was a notification that one of the boys had gone live as a surprise, you clicked on it and made a bet with yourself in your head. If it wasn’t Tae then you would order pizza, if it was then Chinese it was. You watched the blue screen load as the video came on. Well it wasn’t Tae. The man looked happy and at peace, you couldn't tell what hurt more, his eyes that held that certain sparkle which showed how happy he truly was or how broken you felt by the fact that he was fine. Jeon Jungkook was perfectly fine.

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EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING

KIM NAMJOON

WORDS: 581

PERMANANT TAGS: @dreamescapeswriting

A/N - I have 2 more requests to finish and post but I’m getting there! This is something I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy!! Stan talent, stan Lionel Richie :D

You know it sounds funny, but the bustling life of a star is not cut out for you. Despite having a boyfriend and numerous friends in the profession, you could never keep; you had been travelling for 4 day with BTS (a.k.a your home away from home), and you were ready to sleep for the next year and half. But yet you tried to keep up with Namjoon the best you could. You were awoken by the light streaming through the cream curtains that were failed to be shut completely 9 hours ago, you welcomed the soft light of the morning sun as you buried yourself further under the warm quilt surrounding you; laid on your stomach, you moved your leg upwards, only stopping when you felt it hit another body part. A body part that didn’t belong to you. 

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t kick me first thing in the morning.” A raspy voice teased you lightly as a hand ran down your back and then up again to lightly scratch your scalp. You hummed in delight, slowly opening your eyes to see your boyfriend sat with his back against the headboard of the bed. His hair mused from sleep, his pyjamas wrinkled and his black round glass fit snug on his nose; in his hand, he held ‘1984’ by George Orwell. You heard the radio on his side of bed playing ‘Easy’ by Lionel Richie and you never thought a song would fit your current situation like it did, Joonie and the rest of the boys were leaving in a few days and you’d be alone. You shuffled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, as you listened to the noises outside the bedroom. You could hear, what you assumed to be, Jin and Jimin in the kitchen cooking. Pots would clank together every now and then as  soft music fluttered through the air which worked in harmony with Jimin’s laugh. You could also hear Jungkook and Taehyung in the room next door, frantically hitting what sounds like keyboard keys. They must be playing PubG yet again. Outside the open window, past the unclosed cream curtains and long, white blinds, you could hear the busy street - the cars driving down the road and the chatter of people floated through the open window. This street was always busy on a Sunday morning. You felt a peace,

“Read to me Joonie?” You asked quietly, resting your head on his chest, hearing his softly beating heart. His chuckle vibrated his chest as he moved an arm to wrap around your shoulders, holding you tight as he began.

“If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the party ever be generate.” His soothing voice, lulled you into a relaxed state. You would look forward to this for the rest of your life, being able to hide away in a tranquil place with the love of your life, without fear of fans, media and managers. You were willing to fight through the distance and obstacles for this relationship, for Namjoon. A smile came to your face as Lionel Richie’s voice bounced off the plain walls of the bedroom,

‘Easy like a Sunday morning’.

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MARRY

MAFIA!SEO CHANGBIN

WORDS: 895

REQUESTED? YES! BY @dreamescapeswriting​

 A/N - I HOPE THIS IS OKAY? IF NOT I’LL TRY AGAIN.

It wasn’t that you hated the Seo family, if anything they were one of the most welcoming Mafia families you had come across. They were just extremely adamant on having their ‘legacy’ passed on through their kids; they had 4 children, 3 boys and 2 girls. Whilst you didn’t really connect with the girls you were civil, the same with their boys, but their son Changbin had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Now, as you both turned 20, his parents wanted to be 100% certain that Changbin could carry on their heritage and (with your parents full agreement) they arranged a marriage between the both of you. You were to be married in 4 days, becoming Mrs Seo (Y/N); you 

suppose it could be worse… it could be one of those too serious families, or a complete stranger. In the past 5 days, you and Changbin had been spending every second together, it didn’t matter that you two were getting married because in your eyes, this was your best friend. You’d ‘marry’ him, live with him (like you were doing now) and you’d both keep your true dating lives on the down low - you know that if you tried hard enough, you could fall in love with him, but after everything you two had been through together, you couldn’t imagine the chances of ruining the bond you two had built up over the years. All of this lead you to where you were now, laid in bed next to Changbin, binge watching Friends and talking about ways to avoid the after part of the wedding - the solutions had ranged from sickness, early honeymoon leave and wanting to go and get frisky at your now shared home; none of these seemed to be anything that could be used against the two families. Sickness, they’d tell you to sit out, take some paracetamol and drink lots of water. They definitely wouldn’t let you leave early for the honeymoon because they were arranging it, therefore having say on when you needed to leave. The sex wouldn’t work either, they’d direct you to the nearest disabled toilet and tell you go have a good time and come back before the cake cutting happened. Everything minute of this wedding was planned down to a t and there seemed to be no way of getting out of it.

“What if we stayed for the dance and the cake cutting, and then sneak away?” Your voice held a tired drawl as you peered up to your fiancé, “I could ask mum to move the eating till after the cake thing and we can run whilst everyone is demolishing the food. Let’s be honest they’ll probably eat the plates and table too.” A smile tugged itself across his sharp features as he looked back at you, laughter building up in his chest before erupting into giggles.

“Fuck, I love you (Y/N), you know that?” He shook his head and looked back towards his phone, swiping through Instagram. “That could work… but let’s be honest how willing are our mothers to change the routine of the day?” He placed his phone on the bedside table, before rolling over to face you. He was right, once something had been decided, that was it. There was no changing it. This went on for a good 20 minutes, trying to come up with the perfect plan but to no avail; Changbin had been explaining some elaborate idea to flood the venue by clogging all the sinks and starting a fight with the Bang family (Chan was his best friend, he knew he’d go along with it). In the midst of all this, you had fallen asleep - arm tucked under your head, hair falling over your face and the king sized duvet was wrapped around your body and pulled up to your chin keeping all the warmth under the quilt trapped. You were awoken by frantic shaking and whispers of your name. Your eyes popped open and you flung yourself into the sitting position, staring at Changbin expecting there to be some form of danger in your house. An intruder, a burglar, the Colden’s (a rival family you were at war with). Your hair was like a nest on top of your head, your eyes were darting around the room trying to look for something in the shadows and your hands began to shake in anticipation. Changbin rubbed your back whilst stating that you were fine, the house was fine and there was nothing there to hurt you; he pulled you softly to lie back down, holding you close to him in a tight hug.

“I had a thought, no, a solution to getting out of the part.” You could feel his voice vibrating his chest as you hummed in response, prompting him to carry on. “It involves fire.” Your eyes widened comically as you lifted your head to stare at him. You huffed slightly, resting your head back on his chest again before muttering sternly,

“Absolutely not Changbin.”

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YOU COULD WAIT

BANG CHAN

WORDS: 1337

REQUESTED? YES BY @yourguessisasgoodasminemate

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS OKAY?? LOVE YOUUU

 PERMANENT TAG: @dreamescapeswriting​

You and Chan had been friends for a very long time. You had moved to Australia when you were 8, quickly becoming best friends with your neighbour, Bang Chan. Despite you moving away when you turned 12 and Chan moving Korea after he aced the audition he attended (just like you said), you had keep in contact through it all. You supported him through his struggles when he was a trainee, when he went onto the survival show and felt like he had the lives of 8 other members on his shoulder and even now, with his 7 brothers slowly but surely dominating the music industry. You had also become friends with his band members, despite the slight language barrier, you were able to talk to all of them fine; you had weekly Skype calls where you’d binge food, play music and talk about your week. They’d talk about their practices, performances and interviews they had gone to and you’d say near enough the same thing every time.

“School work fucked up my sleeping pattern and work has me doing 40 hours overtime.” It always seemed like you could never change you schedule, which is why Felix did it for you. After long serious talks with their manager and 2 months worth of planning, you were sat in the back of a car (courtesy of JYP entertainment) on your way to the Stray Kids dorms. You had seen Chan’s mood slowly declining and you weren’t a fan of a sad kangaroo, and neither was the boys for that matter, so you had all your fingers crossed that you’d be able to help him out of his funk and get him back to being the dorky baby he was. After thanking the driver the best you could in your broken Korean, you climbed out the car and made your way towards the building. You messaged Hyunjin to let him know you’d arrived. You were waiting for a good 5 minutes before you felt a body crashing into you and wrapping you into a hug. You could hear Hyunjin laughing slightly,

“You tiny.” His broken English was muffled by your shoulder as you hugged him back just as tight.

“No, you’re too big.” He pulled back with his puppy dog smile before walking you into the building and towards your best friend. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous because, bitch, you were. You didn’t have butterflies, you had a whole damn zoo in your stomach, your mouth was dry and your palms started to become clammy. This was just Chan. Your best friend of 13 years… Your rock in life… The person you look to for approval in everything… The person who you love more than life itself. You knew that you love him more than a friend but with the distances and schedules, you decided you’d never act on it… until now. You had nearly nothing to loose, you knew that if Chan didn’t feel the same way, he would still be your best friend because a 13 year bond will not and can not be broken by feelings; maybe that was why you were nervous to see him. Nervous that the bond between you two had changed and everything would be different, what if- No. You were going to be fine, it was just Chan. When you entered the dorm, no one spoke any louder than a whisper, wanting to keep it quiet. You toed your shoes off and was swept away to a bedroom down the corridor by Felix.

“He’s in there, he hasn’t come out since this morning.” Felix’s deep voice mumbled as he stopped in front of a light brown door, knocking gently.

“Channie-hyung?” He called out to the other Aussie behind the door, only to have a Korean reply in a cold, sharp tone. Felix looked to you, all traces of hope in his eyes were gone and he gestured from you to the door with a sad smile, before turning and leaving you there having no idea what Chan had said to him to make him look so sad. You were ready to defend your (kind of) fellow Aussie. You knocked 3 times before opening the door, shutting it closely behind; the room was pitch black, he had his black out curtains drawn to not let the light of day in and he must’ve been under the pile of blankets in the middle of the bed. You heard him whine in Korean, you let him have his moment before you answered him.

“Chris, mate, I don’t speak Korean you know this. So move up and let me climb in with you, my sad baby koala needs hugs.” You had already started moving the corner of the blanket when he sprung up, grabbing you and hugging you closely. You felt him shake a little before you realised he was crying, fat tear drops dripped down the side of your neck and soaked through the shoulder of your shirt as you held him closely. You rubbed his back and your other hand held the back of his head, keeping his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings to him. His breathing began to slow down, his grip loosened on you and he moved his head to look you in the eyes; you wiped the tears off his cheeks, sending him a small smile.

“Go have a shower yeah? I’ll be here when you get back and we can talk about it.” You squished his cheeks, kissing his nose before moving off the bed dragging Chan behind you to the bathroom. You let him have his time in the shower as you grabbed snacks out the cupboards and drinks from the fridge, scurrying back into Chan’s room avoiding any of the boys. You set up his Play Station, turning on Disney Plus and clicked on Princess and The Frog - he’d have to suck it up for tonight. You had changed into one of his hoodies and some shorts, crawling under the blankets that you had now straightened out when he opened the door. He was clad in black joggers and a white tank top, rubbing his frizzy hair dry with a towel. He, again, took his time before climbing into the bed beside you, resting his head on your shoulder; he leaned forward pressing play on the remote before wrapping his arms around you tightly. You ran your fingers through his damp hair,

“Wanna talk about it bub?” You felt him shake his head slightly, murmuring a small no. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Whenever you’re ready I’ll be here for you, yeah? Doesn’t matter if I’m right here or back home. You can always come to me, I need you to remember that; none of us like seeing you sad, but you’re only human. You bleed when you fall down… that’s why me and the boys are gonna be right here to pick you back up.” You felt him shift slight, looking up at you with his cute brown eyes.

“Did you just reference a song in your motivational speech?” His string of giggles caused a big smile to spread on your face, you nodded.

“Made you smile didn’t it.” Maybe the confession can wait. You were happy with what you had and Chan’s well being was way more important right now. You could wait.

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DATING SCOTT MCCALL WOULD INCLUDE

PERMANANT TAG: @dreamescapeswriting​

- Being a friend of Stiles and meeting Scott in freshman year

- Loving him before he became all butch wolf

- Always holding hands or having his arm around you

- “Okay we get it, you’re in love.” 

- “Stiles, please just shut up.”

- Tag teaming to bully Stiles (but then apologising because you actually love him)

- Wearing his practice lacrosse jersey to his games

- And to sleep in

- Cuddling is a staple in the foundation of your relationship

- Always kissing each other goodbye because you never know what can happen in 5 minutes

- Melissa loving you like her own

- “Scott, I don’t know what you did, but go and get my future daughter-in-law back please?”

- Your parents loving him

- Stay at his house most nights

- Those ‘3am conversations that should not happen’ happen a lot

- “What would happen if everyone in the world jumped at the same time?”

- “Scott, go to sleep or I’m kicking you out to the sofa.”

- You and Stiles making a lot of dog puns aimed at the pack

- Especially Derek

- Keeping the dog bowl that says Scott for banter purposes

- Acting as a ‘mother-figure’ to Liam

- LOTS OF KISSES

- Neck kisses, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses, ALL THE KISSES

- You make out a lot too

- He likes to grip your hips or the back of your head whilst yours run through his hair and tugs a little (oof)

- Coach caught you that one time in the locker room

- “Seriously McCall!? (Y/L/N) I thought you had better taste.”

- Okay so when I say a lot of sex I mean A LOT of sex

- Like 4-5 times a week depending on what supernatural situation you’re in

- He’s still a teenage horn dog even if he’s a true alpha

- Always making love, but quickies are still a must

- Hot and heavy in the janitors closet and the pack knowing what went down

- “You two are disgusting. You couldn’t wait till you got home?” ~ Isaac

- Helping each other through loosing Allison

- Despite being human, Isaac, Liam and Theo are low-key scared of you

- Riding on his motorbike with him

- Dinner dates, movie dates, napping dates, study dates (with little to no studying)

- Being his anchor

- “You don’t scare me you red eyed fucker! Now answer my question, did you eat the last of my pizza?”

- Loving each other unconditionally

- Being accepted into the same college

- Helping eachother through almost loosing Stiles (and verbally attack Void!Stiles)

- You two are the power couple of Beacon Hills high

- Being roped into the boy’s stupid antics

- Falling in love with him a little bit more everyday

- Talking about your future together

- “ No Scott, we are not naming our kid that.”

- “But (Y/N)! Kyler’s a good name, even ask Stiles!”

- Knowing no matter how far away he is, he’ll always be there for you (same goes for the rest of the pack)

- I WANT THIS KIND OF LOVE OMFG

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Quarantine fluff and sex with Yoongi and/or Jungkook please?

I’ve never attempted smut but YES!

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Hii! If I may, can I request a jungkook imagine based on the song Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi and when he regrets it, it'll be too late? Only when you're free ~ thank you 💜

I can try!! Maybe attempt a happy ending? 🤔🤔

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arranged marriage mafia?? With maybe changbin??

Oof yes? 👀

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What about a bang chan fic 😏✌🏻 can be whatever you want boo boo

Oooo I feel bro 👀👀