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Weekly Matchmakers

Jackson x Reader

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Anonymous said: I came up this scenario that im sure would turn out amazing if u wrote it cos ur writing is so bomb its like y/n is part of a girl group and they go to weekly idol with got7 and they do those random dance battles and a got7 song starts playing and she goes straight and center to take jacksons place cos she loves got7 (jacksons her bias) and everyone teases her and jackson like omg u so cute and everyone is low key trying to set u guys up

A/N: I hope you like this! I’m not really sure how it came out but I tried lol

You rubbed your arms nervously as Dony and Cony did their introductions. You were a part of a new seven-member rookie girl group that had debuted less than six months ago, and you were already filming for Weekly Idol.

Filming for this show was somewhat of a rite of passage for kpop groups, you thought. Almost all of the groups you loved while training had come to film on this show relatively quickly after their debut. Some groups had been on the show more than once, almost every comeback.

You were thinking, of course, of Got7. Ever since you saw them on Weekly Idol, you fell in love with them. Your bias was Jackson, and as a trainee you had learned all of their choreographies for their title songs. If you had time off from your training schedule, you always watched videos of them on variety shows, paying particular attention to Jackson.

You weren’t quite sure why you were attracted to Jackson at first. You suspected it had something to do with how extroverted he was. Jackson Wang was one of the happiest, most extroverted idols you knew of. There was something about how easily he made friends that just made you fall for him.

Dony and Cony finished their introductions and motioned for you to come on set. Your girl group made your entrance and did your introductions. After a bit of relaxing banter, Dony and Cony looked at their cue cards. You were aware of staffs shuffling behind cameras, but you tried to pay no attention to that and focus on Dony and Cony, who seemed to be doing more introductions.

“Now, you already know them, they’ve been on this show multiple times,” Dony started.

“They’re like veterans,” Cony added.

“The seven-member boy group, Got7!” they cheered together.

Then Got7 were walking on set and you were dying a bit inside. As you were placed at the end of your group, Got7 lined up directly beside you. You were aware of Jackson next to you, and you thought you were going to die. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Why were they here?

“Now, you may be wondering why we have two groups today,” Dony said. “This is because we have prepared a special version of Random Dance Play! This time, it will be reversed. If a Got7 song plays, Y/G/N will dance. If Y/G/N’s song plays, Got7 has to dance. If you can each dance three songs, you will be rewarded with meat!”

You both cheered. You exchanged knowing looks with your leader. She was also a hardcore Got7 fan and as a result you and her had led multiple dance practices where you had gotten the other members to do Got7’s choreographies.

You were going to kill this.

The music started, and you recognized the beginning of Just Right. You quickly ran to your spots with the rest of the girls, and started dancing.

You basically knew this routine and song in your sleep. Jackson’s rap started, and you came up to the front and lip-synced the whole thing perfectly. You could hear Jackson and the rest of Got7 cheering in awe from the side and suddenly the song switched to your most recent title song. You cleared the floor and Got7 ran to take your place. You felt your heart skip a beat when you noticed Jackson was following your part of the choreo.

He knew your song. He knew your part. He knew everything.

The next four songs passed quickly, with both you and Got7 nailing each other’s choreographies. As your last song finished, you earned a round of applause from both Dony and Cony, as well as the other staffs in the room.

“Wow,” Cony said. “I don’t think we were expecting you to get it on the first try!”

“We did!” Jackson spoke up.

“Now we get meat!” Youngjae cheered.

“One thing I noticed,” Dony said. “Is that from song to song, most of the members chose different parts of the choreographies to follow, but Jackson and Y/N always danced each other’s parts, without fail. Did you two plan that?”

You and Jackson both shook your heads. “No, that wasn’t planned,” you said. “I just know only Jackson’s parts to their songs.”

“Me too,” Jackson said quickly. “I only know Y/N’s parts.”

You could have sworn you saw Dony and Cony exchange looks, but the moment passed too quickly for you to really pay attention to it. They called someone over to grill the meat for you, and the interview continued with both your group and Got7.

After the meat was grilled, it was passed out to both you and Got7. Jackson was about to put a piece in his mouth, but Dony and Cony called to him, “Jackson-ah!”

Jackson looked up in surprise. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you feed some of your meal to Y/N?” Dony suggested, a glint in his eyes.

“To Y/N?” Jackson was surprised.

“Yes, because as of now,” Dony came over and tied your wrists together with some rope he had seemingly pulled out of thin air, “Y/N is not able to use her hands!”

“What?” you were, understandably, very confused. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the youngest of your group,” Cony justified. “You too, Yugyeom.”

“What? No!” Yugyeom tried to run away, but Dony was too fast, wrapping the rope around his wrists before he could move. Got7 laughed as he was tied up.

“Okay Jackson, feed Y/N,” Dony said happily.

Jackson sighed and picked up his chopsticks, grabbing a piece of meat and holding it to your mouth. “Okay Y/N, say ah.”
“Ah…” Jackson placed the food in your mouth. You chewed slowly, savouring the food. Jackson picked up another piece of food and placed it in your mouth, but not before accidentally bumping the food to your chin. You chewed, but you could tell there was some sauce from the meat stuck on your chin.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Hold still…” Jackson grabbed a napkin and carefully swiped your chin, holding your face with his free hand. “There. Got it.”

You felt your face flush as he smiled endearingly at you. “T-thank you.”

“Hey, why so formal? I’m your oppa, am I not? You can call me oppa if you want to.”

“O-okay,” you smiled at him.

You didn’t hear Dony whisper to Cony, “They don’t call us weekly matchmakers for nothing.”


After filming was over, you were packing up your stuff when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Turning, you saw Jackson standing there. “Oh, hi Jackson.”

“Hey, um… I was wondering…. maybe, like if you’re down for it, you’d like, want to get meat with me sometime? Where we can both eat, and maybe even if your hands are free I’d be able to feed you anyway?”

“Oh! Um…” you realized very quickly that holy shit, Jackson Wang was asking you on a date. To go eat meat. The Jackson Wang. There was no way you’d turn him down. “Yeah, of course! I’d love to eat with you, Jackson.”

At that moment, you could have compared Jackson to the sun. His smile lit up the room, making everything seem brighter. “Great! Here, take my number. I have to go now, since I kind of escaped my manager to see you, but text me! We’ll figure something out soon!”

He handed you a piece of paper and vanished down the hall, leaving you both dumbfounded and excited.

You were going to go on a date with Jackson Wang.

anonymous asked:

The job is not just about landing all of the "glamorous" critical calls that will make a cool story to tell your friends. people who call us arent educated the way we are-they may truly think something is wrong even if we know its nothing. Everyone deserves the same level of compassion. We are community servants and 99% of that means helping grandma back into bed when she falls in the middle of the night or transporting a nose bleed.

I am not a servant. I work for a private company. I don’t work for the town/state/government. I am an individual who does this job voluntarily and can leave voluntarily. I am more of a Mercenary.

I don’t mind “helping grandma back into bed” and have done this many times without even mentioning it on here(perhaps I, unlike you have no need for recognition. I do what I do because I want do, not because I have some desire for people to see me as a “good person”). 

What I do mind is people who call us fraudulently, waste both our resources, fire resources and police resources. Which all in turn leads to wasted tax money, higher insurance rates, and even worse people literally dying because our units are running BS calls for frequent fliers who have zero emergency issues and actually just want attention or pain meds.

The type of person who calls 911 for nosebleed isn’t a good person. These people treat us like shit and are generally rude. They may merely be stupid but there is also the chance that they are straight up evil. Some of these people know full well what they are doing when they call us on a weekly(or sometimes daily basis) and they deserve nothing but disdain.

anonymous asked:

US Weekly is trash ever since they fired their people this year and were bought by inquier and radar online so everything they post now are lies and they have no celeb sources anymore so I hope the fans who heard the album call out US Weekly for their trashy article talking about the album that is 100% false.

it’s almost more accurate to read their articles and just believe exactly the opposite of whatever they say, thats how far off base they usually are lmao. no one needs to call them out, they usually expose themselves in due time for being wrong af