how annoying would it be if i did one of these for every set of collabs

On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.

Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.

Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.


Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

Twisted in Love (DT) Part 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken? 

Word Count: 2,946

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!! 

** tweets are in italic ** 

Grayson’s POV

Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.  

“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.

“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.

“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.

I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs. 

“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.  

I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.  

* * * *

“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.

“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.

“Who are those guys?” 

“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.

“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands. 

Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.

“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.

“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.

I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.  

* * * *

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.  

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!  

* * * *

Reader’s POV

I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.  

“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.

I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.

* * * *

@EthanDolan follows you.

@GraysonDolan follows you.

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!

@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.

@GraysonDolan retweeted you.  

@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

* * * *

“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages. 

Grayson Dolan sent a message 

Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie. 

I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again. 

Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it. 

“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey. 

I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan. 

Ethan Dolan sent a message. 

Ethan Dolan: What’s up!

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up! 

* * * *

It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.

 A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready. 

I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.

Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.  

Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.  

Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.

Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?

Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?

Y/N: Sounds good!

Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.  

“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.

“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.

“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.

“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.

* * * *

“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.

We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.

“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.

Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.

Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.

* * * *

We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.

Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.

The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.

“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.

“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.

“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.

He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.

Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.

Y/N: Are you ready yet?

Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.

“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.

As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me. 

I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door. 

You’re Okay?

So I literally wrote this w my gramps @catyz101 and she’s insisting that I don’t tag her, so I won’t…at least not anymore. This was fun to write lol we just kept switching back and forth. Hope you guys enjoy!

Prompt - Kim’s about to die. Will Trini save her?

Trini felt her hands trembling. She was trying not to cry because she wasn’t the one hurt. “Hold on Kim, okay?” Trini says as she lightly touches Kim’s cheek, afraid to apply any pressure. what if she hurt her more? Trini’s eyes couldn’t help but trace the other girl’s face; the unusually pale skin, the dry lips, the large gash on her forehead, blood still spilling from it. The sight made her stomach coil and her heart beat harshly against her ribs. Her lungs don’t seem to want to work with her as she tries to take in a breath only for it to feel like it something was crawling its way down her throat.

 Kim tries to smile as she looks at Trini, but it’s quickly replaced by a look of pain. Kim opens her mouth to speak, but Trini can’t make out what she is trying to say. Maybe it isn’t that whatever Kim is saying isn’t making sense or loud enough, but more to do with the pounding in Trini’s ears.

 “Trini.” It feels heavy to her ears, Kim’s voice holding a somber tone Trini isn’t used to. Trini can only nod her head in acknowledgement, trying her best to swallow the bile forming at the back of her throat. “Trini.”

Trini does her best to answer, but all she manages is a meek, “yea, I’m here Kim.”

“I have something,” Kim’s voice cuts off as if for a moment she isn’t there, “something important to say.”

“Tell me later.” Trini whispers. Later. She has to pretend - no, believe - and convince herself and the universe that there will be a later. She can’t lose Kim. Can’t even consider a future that doesn’t have Kim in it.

Trini watches as Kim shakes her head. “No.” It’s firm and strong, and Trini feels this spark of hope flash in her chest, but it’s quickly taken away when she sees the deep frown that settles itself on stained lips. “I haven’t said this before.” Kim says before stopping to catch her breath.

“You can tell me later, Princesa.” Trini says, leaning down to kiss her forehead. It draws a gasp from in between her lips when she touches cool skin. It frightens her and makes her hold on a little tighter. “Once you’re feeling better. The-then you can tell me.”

Her stomach coils painfully when she hears pitiful chuckles escape from Kim’s lips. She shakes her head, her eyes leaving Kim to look around her, her eyes searching for anything that could possibly help her. The desperation settles itself deep in her stomach as she feels useless.

“Trini.” Her name is much louder now, a sense of Kim’s own desperation heavy in her tone. It causes Trini to look back at her, the Latina still shaking her head as she bites her lip. “It’s fine.”

Trini hates the resignation in her voice, hates the way Kim seems to be giving up; she hates everything because how could the world be any good, if it takes the only good thing in her life away? She lets out a small growl from in between her lips as she feels a surge of energy rip through her. She’s not giving up this easily. Kim deserves better from her.

“Like hell it is.” Trini huffs. She still feels the panic in her, but she decides to put it to better use.

She isn’t sure where the rest of the team is. She knows that, technically, Jason had told them to stay in this location, but that had been before Kim got hurt.

Trini took a deep breath in.

She positions herself so that she could get ready to stand, as Kim looks at her in confusion. As gently as she could, Trini lifts Kim up, trying her best to ignore the small cries the other girl lets out.

“Listen, I’m going to get you out of here.” Trini says firmly, “None of this tragic it’s fine stuff. We are both getting out of here. If you die on me,” Trini stops; can feel the sob in her throat coming up, but pushes it back on. “I will kill you.”

Kim lets out a weak laugh. “Sound logic.”

Trini doesn’t respond. She doesn’t have a good way to answer. Her focus has all been shifted to being able to get Kim to safety. Their miracle of having a ranger come back to life had already been used. Although Trini is sure that even if that was still an option, it would not be a choice Trini would make. Even if they could live as many lives as they wanted, Trini would protect Kim.

Trini heads in the direction of the ship. She is sure that Alpha 5 will know how to take care of this.

Kim is going to be fine.

Kim is going to live.

Trini is sure of it.

It becomes a chant in her mind. It drives her to take one step after another until she’s running as fast as she can. It helps her ignore how heavy Kim feels in her arms, helps her ignore the burning feeling in her muscles as she strains herself. She’s tired and weak, the many hits she had received now weighing on her as she tried to keep her mind hopeful. She’d get there soon. She had to.

“We’re almost there, Princesa,” Trini reassures, looking down to see Kim closing her eyes. The sight makes her heart stop, makes her realize just how scared she is, how close she is to losing Kim. It makes her run faster, makes her more determined, makes her try harder. “Just a few more minutes and then you can sleep.”

“Okay,” Kim responds. Trini doesn’t hear it, Kim’s voice much too weak and drained to ever reach Trini’s pounding ears, but Trini does feel it; she feels the way Kim’s word seems to vibrate against her sternum, and Trini takes that as a win - gives her a small amount of hope.

“I swear you’re an idiot.” Trini says almost to herself, shaking her head. “I had him. He was right there and you just had to jump in, didn’t you?”

She chuckles mirthlessly along with another shake of her head. She looks down once more, a small relieved sigh escaping her lips as she sees brown eyes looking up at her. She manages a smile, but she’s sure it’s more of a grimace - she figures she’s trying. She looks up again, another sigh of relief escaping from in between her lips when she sees the ship. A large cry seems to rip itself from in between her lips, her muscles burning and her energy depleting, her heart beating loudly against her chest and stomach coiling painfully with fear, but she’s determined to get Kim to Alpha 5. She has to.

And she does. She makes it to the ship, her knees ready to give out and her breaths shallow. She continues on to the medbay while calling for Alpha 5. She isn’t too sure when he comes, but he’s hot on her heels as soon as he sees Kim. Trini vaguely makes out “how did this happen” and “I leave you five alone and you do this”, but she just huffs out as a reply.

As soon as Trini sets Kim down on a bed and sees Alpha 5 working, Trini’s world begins to fade into black. The exhaustion consuming her, and the adrenaline that helped her carry Kim all the way to the ship gone. As long as Kim was fine, she would let herself sleep. It wasn’t much of a choice after all.

 When Trini wakes up, Zack has put her in her own medbay bed. He had smartly put her next to Kim, knowing that if he hadn’t, she’d try to go to her. She doesn’t feel great, but she sees Kim breathing and, honestly, she isn’t sure the world could be better. She had done it. She had saved Kim.

Trini let out a sigh of relief. She was still so tired. She glanced at Kim one last time before willingly going back to sleep.

She wakes with a start; her breath fast and heavy as her heart raced in her chest, the image of Kim stepping in front of her flashing in her mind. She tries to swallow the bile in the back of her throat as she looks around; tries to calm herself as her eyes spot the sleeping form in the medbay bed next to her. Her ears register the continuous beeping of Kim’s heart monitor, and while she feels like she should find it annoying, the pounding in her head harsh against her skull, there’s a comfort that seems to settle itself in her chest. Her shoulders sag in relief as she lets herself fall back for a second, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

She jumps when she feels hands on her arm, her eyes widening in surprise as she turns to look at Zack. She finds comfort in his large smile, finds a sense of safety in the way his brown eyes seem to look bright and hopeful. She manages a smile back - at least she thinks so.

“You’re okay.” Zack comments, his usual boyish smirk slowly spreading on his lips. It brings a sense of normal to Trini’s pounding heart, and she’s grateful.

“I’m always okay,” Trini says with a wave of her hand. Or at least she tries to, her limbs heavier than they should, her muscles aching with every flex she managed. She hears Zack chuckle and she looks away, her eyes locking once again with Kim’s sleeping figure. The smile on her face drops and her stomach flutters as she sits up again, untucking herself from her underneath her blankets, her sock covered feet padding softly against the ship’s metal floors.

“How-” Trini starts, but the word catches itself on the tip of her tongue. She swallows as she lets her eyes scan the girl in front of her. Her skin is still paler than it should ever be and there are dark circles underneath her eyes along with sunken cheeks. Trini shakes her head because Kim should never look this weak, should never look so defeated. Her hands are stretched out in front of her without realizing, a few inches away from Kim’s face. She’s scared to touch her, scared to feel cool instead of warm, and she hesitates on touching her, hesitates on whether she should confront her fears or not.

She dares herself to do it, and that’s how she manages to touch Kim’s forehead. She sighs in relief when she feels warm skin against her own, her shoulders sagging and the weight resting on them being lifted as she shuffles herself closer. She had really done it. It hadn’t been a fevered dream. It was real - this was real. Her lips twitch, her fingers now brushing softly down the side of Kim’s face.

“You’re okay.”

She hears Zack laugh behind her; she turns back to look at him, and he gives her a sheepish look for a second before his grin returns.

“I was going to tell you to get a room.” He sits down on the bed that Trini was in. “She really is okay, though. She was up three hours ago.”

“Yeah?” Trini feels her heart flutter.

“Yeah,” Zack nods. “Tried to do the same thing you’re doing. Apparently, if she hadn’t done what she did, it’d be you in her place.”

Trini rolls her eyes. “I had him.” She looked back at her and whispered, “I had him.” She let her hand move to Kim’s.

“She was offended you called her an idiot.” Zack continues trying to calm Trini. “She called you one too.”

“Mmm,” Is all Trini replies as she holds Kim’s hand.

“Hey, Trini.” Zack calls out. Trini nods in acknowledgement but continues to look at Kim. “She really is going to be okay.” He repeats.

“I almost lost her.” Trini feels her heart sink again.

“But you didn’t.” Zack replies softly. “You saved her. You did good, T.” Trini doesn’t respond. She wishes she had done better, wishes she had prevented the injury to begin with.

Zack sighs. “Come on, Trini.” He pats the bed. “Sleep a little longer. You aren’t exactly in top shape either. Those guys were tough.”

“I’m okay.” Trini stubbornly mutters as she squeezes Kim’s hand.

Zack is about to say something, but stops when Kim murmurs: “So loud.”

Zack laughs. “Oh and she’s pretty cranky too. Didn’t even let me finish my joke on-”

Trini turns to glare at him. She lifts a finger to her mouth to hush him. He grins wider and lifts his hands up as if surrender. He points to the door and then gets up to go.

“Zack,” Trini says before he leaves, “Thank you.”

“I am sorry I wasn’t there. Maybe if I had-”

“You were saving the world somewhere else.” Trini says as she watches the guilty frown deepen on his face. It crushes her, to think he feels at fault, because he isn’t. None of them are. She feels the anger boiling just underneath her skin, but she’s brought out of her thoughts as Zack clears his voice.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone.” He says with a small nod, his smile slowly coming back. “Love you, crazy girl.”

“Love you too.” Trini says with a small smile as she watches him leave. Once he’s gone she registers the small tug on her hand. Her eyes quickly move to look at her girlfriend, brown eyes looking into green; and Trini feels the relief flood her senses again.

“You’re okay.” Kim says, a large smile blooming on her face. Trini nods her head as her tongue feels heavy in her mouth.

“I’m okay.” She manages, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she leans down. “You’re alive.”

“I would hope so.” Kimberly says, and Trini rolls her eyes. She chuckles as she looks into brown eyes and lets herself search them. There’s this mix of relief and concern, of gratitude and anxiousness, and it makes Kim’s eyes that much more intriguing. She lets herself lean down far enough to press her lips against Kim’s chapped ones, the feeling of the other girl’s lips on her own reminding her that this, in fact, was real. She feels Kim try to shift and then there’s a loud hiss that reaches her ear.

“Are you okay!?” Trini asks quickly as she steps back. Kim raises her hand in search for Trini’s as she nods her head.

“Yea, just hurts to move.” Kim assures. Trini looks to where Kim’s abdomen should be underneath her blankets, and frowns. “Hey,” Kim calls out, “I’m okay.”

“You’re still an idiot.” Trini says as she crosses her arms, never letting go of Kim’s hand.

Kim rolls her eyes and tugs her hand back down, careful not to move herself too much. “Rude. You’re just as much of an idiot as I am.”

“Yea, but that’s normal for me.” Trini says exasperated, rolling her eyes before letting a small chuckle escape the confines of her mouth.

Kim laughs along with her before saying, “Zack stole my line you know.”

“What do you mean?” Trini’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Before, what I wanted to tell you.” Kim gives her a gentle, shy smile. “I love you, Trini.”

Trini feels so much all at once. So much that her brilliant response is, “I can’t believe you were going to tell me that before you died. That is so rude.”

“Trini,” Kim grumbles sternly as she rolls her eyes.

“I love you, too, for what it’s worth.” Trini says softly.

“It’s worth a lot.” Kim reaches for her again.

The two share one final kiss before Kim convinces Trini to sleep again. In turn, Trini convinces her that she needs to move her bed closer, so Kim finds herself just staring at the sleeping girl next to her for a while, her mind trying to memorize everything it could about Trini.  Her eyes are drifting now, but she feels her heart swell once more and she can’t help but whisper into the quiet room: “I really do love you, you idiot.”

“Heard that.”

Soul (Jimin x Reader)

You’ve never really had angelic tendencies, and Jimin’s never really encouraged them; he is, after all, a demon.

a collab with @taesthetes and @zephyoongist

SummaryYoongi | Hoseok | Taehyung | Jin | Jungkook | Namjoon (M)

fluff, 2.5k words, jimin/reader, angel + demon au

You first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.

Jimin, who had been chasing flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably) loudly.

“Shut up,” you growl, clenching your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.

He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.

He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.

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Singer!Simon - Carry On headcanon
  • Simon Snow is a rising star.
  • YouTube and Tumblr are crowded with his pictures, edits, videos, and even some fanfics about how he could use those beautiful pierced lips of his. 
  • So it’s not exactly a big surprise to Penny (his best friend & agent) when the Grimm-Pitch Records invites him to make a demo of some of his songs.
  • Simon, on the other hand, is ecstatic and pinches his upper arm several times before calling them back to set a date.
  • They set it to the other week, and when The Day™ comes, Simon is so giddy and anxious that he barely notices that there is a person standing at the doorway of the studio.
  • He ends up bumping aforementioned person, and, flushing, looks up to meet deep-water grey eyes glaring at him.
  • He gulps and mutters, “sorry,”
  • Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch (aka Baz Pitch), actor, violinist and heir to the Grimm-Pitch Records and the Pitch Studios (that is now managed by his aunt Fiona & her super cool boyfriend, the famous actor Nicodemus™), knows very well who is Simon Snow.
  • He has seen the guy’s work, listened to his amazing voice, looked at several of his pics, and kind of developed a little crush on him.
  • So when the man of his dreams Snow bumps into him, all he can do is take in the bright blue eyes, the golden locks, the oh-so-very-kissable moles and that fucking piercing in the blonde’s lower lip. 
  • “Can you, erm, move?” Simon Snow asks, impatiently, and Baz comes crushing back to reality. “I have an audition soon,”
  • Baz, who is kind of awkward and shy, tries to act cool and ends up sneering at Snow.
  • And then Agatha-fucking-Wellbelove shows up.
  • The girl, who is an actress and Baz’s co-worker in a new film his aunt Fiona is directing, seems to know Snow, and acts in a very friendly way towards him.
  • So Baz snorts, annoyed at their interaction, and Snow turns to him with a frown.
  • “Oh, hey, Basil,” Agatha says, sending a coy smile his way, “this is Simon Snow, my ex-boyfriend,” she says it easily, “you have probably heard of him,”
  • Ex-boyfriend. Oh, bloody hell, he’s straight.
  • “No,” Baz quickly says, trying to look at Simon with contempt (and probably succeeding given the angry expression on the smaller boy’s face), “never heard of him”
  • Who the fuck does this posh guy thinks he is?, Simon thinks, and is about to say something when Penelope appears and nudges him inside.
  • Simon is shaking with crippling anxiety the whole time, and he really hopes that Mrs. Daphne Grimm won’t notice the sweat in his hand.
  • When he finally enters the Isolation Booth, the nervousness ebbs away with the first accords of the song, and he actually does a good first impression to the producer.
  • Well, that’s what Penny says as she hugs him, but Simon is barely paying attention because…
  • Holy fuck
  • The posh guy from before is at the control room, talking to the famous producer Malcolm Grimm, and looking unimpressed.
  • Simon goes back to being a nervous wreck because Daphne Grimm just introduced him to the producer and his son, Basilton Grimm-Pitch.
  • The posh guy is the producer’s son and Simon is fucked.
  • He says so, right after he and Penny reach their apartment, but Penny only dismisses him and tells him to calm the fuck down.
  • She also gives him a mug filled with chocolates and cuddles with him until he falls asleep.
  • After one week, Simon is almost sure they won’t call him.
  • Because of Basilton-fucking-Grimm-Pitch.
  • He was sure that the posh guy used all his power to deny Simon the chance to sign a contract with one of the most famous recording studios
  • Just because he could. 
  • But then they do call him. To set a date to review and sign a contract. 
  • And after Penny’s given permission, Simon signs the contract, gets invited to collab with famous singers & DJs, launches his first EP, and even gets a chance to write a song for the new film the Pitch Studios was going to launch on the next spring.
  • Simon’d gladly say that thoughts of Basilton Grimm-Pitch never crossed his mind ever again.
  • Except they did.
  • He’d see Basil (as Agatha called him) at the studio sometimes
  • Penny, for some unknown reason, even became friends with him, so there was no way to avoid the guy
  • And, of course, there was also the great amount of posters and trailers about the new film Basil was starring.
  • With Agatha. As a couple.
  • Simon doesn’t know why or how this Basil gets so easily under his skin, like, really?? He is just a posh, standoffish guy with a nice body.
  • Ok, a very nice body at that. His arse looks heavenly in denim, his hair seems very soft, and his lips are utterly delectable, specially when he smirks.
  • Gosh, his smirk is so fucking sexy.
  • Ok, maybe Simon knows why Basilton Grimm-Pitch keeps him up at night sometimes, but ugh, the guy is such an arse.
  • What. An. Arse.
  • And, yeah, everything is okay for a while.
  • Until Simon has to record the song he’s written for the film.
  • And Basil is there, sitting on the control room as if he owns the place.
  • Which he kinda do, but that’s beside the point.
  • Simon tries to argue, saying that even though Basil is in the film he is not needed in the recording of every song.
  • Basil disagrees, and Penny only shrugs.
  • So Simon starts singing, pointedly not looking at the see-through glass until he’s lost in the rhythm of the song and letting the words flow naturally out of him.
  • Baz, on the other hand, is So Gone™
  • Like, the guy was already a hot, wonderful singer and songwriter.
  • So why did he need to write such an amazing song for a romance portrayed by his ex-girlfriend and the boy he hates.
  • w h y???
  • After Snow finishes singing and goes meet up with Penelope and some sound engineers, Baz lingers in the control room, trying to gather up courage because, really, it shouldn’t be too hard.
  • Okay, the boy glares at him almost every time they see each other, but Penelope (who found out about his little crush) told him to try something - hinting that Simon Snow is not exactly straight.
  • So after she gives Baz a significant look, he decides to go after her and Snow as they leave the control room and the three of them end up in the lift.
  • Penelope pointedly ignores both of them.
  • Baz turns to Snow, it’s now or never, he thinks.
  • “Good–” the lift stops.
  • Baz’s eyes widen, because he is not very fond of lifts, or any small space, really, and it just effing stopped.
  • He feels black seeping into his eyes, his breath falters, blood is rushing in his ears and his heart is beating really, really fast.
  • He closes his eyes, expecting to pass out.
  • But then there’s a hand holding his face, someone telling him to calm down and helping him slide down until he’s sitting in the floor, his back against the lift’s wall.
  • He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and his heart misses a beat when he opens his eyes to meet blue ones.
  • Snow is crouched in front of him, holding his face with a hand and his shoulder with the other.
  • “Are you okay?” Snow asks, sounding genuinely worried.
  • Baz huffs, embarrassed.
  • “I don’t like small closed spaces,” he says, diverting his eyes from Snow’s concerned stare.
  • “I noticed that, yeah,” Snow says, and Baz turns to him with a glare.
  • But Snow is smiling at him and his thumb is making lazy circles on Baz’s cheek.
  • Baz’s breath hitches, and his heart beats so loudly he thinks Snow and Penelope might be hearing it too.
  • “What were you trying to say before the lift stopped?” Snow asks, his cheeks flushing slightly.
  • “Um,” Baz flushes, but doesn’t take his eyes away from Snow’s. “Your song,” is what he manages, “good,” he adds, and normally would want to punch himself because of his lack of eloquence.
  • But he really can’t bring himself to care as those marvellous blue eyes stare at him with warmth, and Snow lets out a low laugh.
  • “Thanks,” he says, “I-”
  • Baz don’t really want to know what he wants to say, specially because at this moment the lift starts moving again and Snow’s body sways.
  • Baz uses that opportunity to wind his arms around Snow’s neck and pull him in for a kiss.
  • Given the position they were in, it was bound to end with some hard teeth clashing.
  • And it sort of does.
  • But they just don’t care??? They both want this so much to give up on the first try
  • So they laugh and kiss again, and it’s so good, the warm lips moving against his, the feeling of the piercing rasping against his lower lip before Snow’s tongue delved into Baz’s mouth…
  • It surpasses all of Baz’s expectations and he’s just so giddy that he doesn’t care about Penny cheering and taking pictures (because they’re such cute dorks) in the background.
  • Simon is just as giddy, and his thoughts about Basil - Baz - go from “posh and standoffish” to “cute and adorable” in mere seconds. 
  • Specially after he hears Baz’s gasp when Simon nibbled his lower lip
  • Then, when they finally leave the lift, Simon asks Baz out.
  • Baz says yes, because, really, how could he say no??
  • And soon they become one of the most famous couples ever, and the internet is filled with fanfics, fanart, edits and videos of them.
  • Weeks later, though, when Simon finds out that Baz kind of had a lowkey crush on him before they met, Simon thinks it’s The Cutest Thing Ever™
  • But Baz spends half a day giving him the cold shoulder.
  • Though can’t resist when Simon shows up at the film studio with a ukulele and sings his new love song dedicated to him in front of everyone.
  • Baz has the strong feeling that it was Penny’s idea to do it so publicly (she’s always saying romance brings good press)
  • But he really does not care and promptly rushes to kiss Simon after he finishes the song.
  • Because now it’s physically impossible for Baz to stay at the same room as Simon without touching him.
  • He’s always holding Simon’s hands, or petting his hair, or hugging him.
  • Even when they’re in public (which is why there’s a great amount of pictures of them scattered around the internet, and why they couldn’t keep their relationship a secret)
  • Simon secretly thinks it’s Baz’s way of marking his territory and showing everyone that Simon Snow Has a Very Hot Boyfriend™.
  • But Simon doesn’t really mind.

anonymous asked:

Can we have RFA finding out their dating an idol?~

This is what I was looking for when I realized the ask box was closed!! I took a little (a lot) of freedom while writing this and it kinda got wild, but here’s RFA x a Kpop group~

Spoilers for routes~

• knew he was speaking with the main rapper of a kpop group that debuted a few months ago, who do you think he is??
• as soon as he’s hacked into your phone he’s. astounded. and he thought he was leading a double life???
• You bring up inviting your group to the party without even bringing that, um, you’re apart of them.
• 707 is like hello you’re missing a crucial piece of information??
• Helps assure your manager everything is okay by forwarding emails without telling you all the extra work he’s doing.
• When he gets to the apartment, you’re writing lyrics. Always writing lyrics and humming to yourself.
• he’s pissed because he can’t stop listening, even when he’s turned away doing his work.
• you’re on facetime with your leader and 707 accidentally gets shown and they FLIP. “[Name] is that a BOY?? no scandals!!”
• is even more dead set on you NOT coming with him to Mint Eye. Do you know how much this would explode if an idol ended up dead??
• when everything is said and done he becomes number one fan. bias is [name]. stays strong, no one can wreck it. hacks into every single bad article ever written about you and your group and destroys it with memes.
• very unsure about becoming public with your relationship, because, well, he’s a private boy. He gets introduced on V LIVE once your group is more popular and the world explodes.
• (you help saeran get to sleep by humming to him. he complains and tells you you’re annoying, but whenever you don’t do it, he gets all pouty.)

• he’s at the RFA party, no 707 and no main rapper, when here comes your group.
• he puts two and two together and almost FAINTS straight back into Yoosung’s arms. All this time he was speaking with another idol?? how dare??
• you, leader and main visual, step forward, all smiles and perfect skin and lovely clothes and say:
• “if they come back and are hurt even in the smallest way, we will kill you.”
• such a good hyung/unnie
• Zen is intimidated, and, not gonna lie, just the smallest bit turned on.
• he chases after you for. SO long. each time you’re just like “bye scrub”
• “but we’re both gorgeous!! visual with visual, it was meant to be!!”
• you give him a chance finally. you always thought he was a bad guy but after your date you’re. pissed. he’s not a bad guy at all.
• When he asks you to be his s/o he is SO extra about it. As in, goes to you company’s building, interrupts your dance practice, streams it over V LIVE. so EXTRA.
• you two collab a lot. You expected a lot of hate, and there is, but not as much as there is love.
• surprises you when you’re touring and proposes to you like while you’re at KCON or something. EXTRA.

• you’re a main vocalist.
• and he Doesn’t Get It.
• why would you do such a hateful and dangerous job??
• always complains about it, but the first time he sees you and your group perform, he stops. he Gets It now.
• he sends security with you everywhere. So not only do you have your own security that your own company provided you, you have several members of Jumin’s security team as well.
• “if that stage is wet and they fall I’m suing you for everything you have and then some.”
• There’s no hiding Jumin’s your boyfriend, either, considering how powerful he is.
• that and he uses you for just about EVERY
C&R shoot in existence.
• wants Elizabeth in all your videos and streams. you let her. she has her own fan base.
• your leader starts to tease you more, but Jumin just says it’s because they’ve adapted Zen’s trash humor.

• you thought she was bad with zen??
• you have not seen ANYTHING yet.
• she cannot BELIEVE it when you sing to her. she dies and goes to heaven. rip jaehee 2k16.
• owns all the merch. buy things like your shirts even though she just has to ask if she wants to wear them, but she wants to support you so much.
• she Gets It right off the bat.
• is scared for you in the same way she’s scared for Zen, because, well, it’s a scary profession and she doesn’t want a big scandal. You wait until the group is bigger to even briefly show her in a stream. She doesn’t do well in front of fans, but she does well on your Instagram page.
• your twitter DEMANDS more of baehee. who is this lovely girl from the cafe?? girlfriend? back up dancer? fan? you two trend very briefly.
• when she gets recognized on the street for the first time she. screams. but talks about you so passionately.
• step aside Zen because you just got REKT say hello to Jaehee’s new bias.

• of course it’s the maknae.
• you still intimidate the shit out of him though at first.
• But when he gets close enough and sees a small pimple concealed by makeup, he has a sort of inward realization of “they’re still people.”
• still scared please don’t make any sudden movements because he WILL literally faint.
• everyone jokes about you two being kids and sets up a kids’ table at the next RFA party. jokes on THEM because they’re gonna have to deal with food being thrown at them for the next three hours.
• (you get frosting in Zen’s hair and your leader has to help him wash it out in the bathroom, but neither of you get scolded.)
• after that you two hang out a little more. you game together sometimes and you’ll always get dragged away by your leader.
• he watches your guys’ dance practice whenever he can. he’s astounded.
• will literally set alarms so he can wake up and watch your guys’ streams.
• like Jaehee, he’s uncomfortable and a little rigid in front of a crowd, but he does fairly well on videos.

• they all inwardly shit themselves whenever you guys sing a song about a breakup or anything like that.
• they cosplay as all of you for halloween. except for jumin. also Doesn’t Get It.
• 707 hacks cameras a lot for everyone, especially if you guys are overseas. He’s the one that gave Zen the idea to propose and is upset he already did so he didn’t get the chance to do it too.
• they live for the comebacks. yoosung has never been poorer.

I Hate Couples (Connor Franta Fluff)

Summary ~ I hated the things couples did until i did them with someone i liked.

Words ~ 1548

Requested ~ No

I placed the last t-shirt in the draw sighing. It had took me a whole hour to unpack everything, and all I wanted to do was go for a nap, but I had to film and edit a video for tonight. I started moving around my room setting up my camera and lights. I stopped when I heard a knock on the door., looking up I saw my best friend standing in the doorway.
“Hey, hows it going?” He smiled.
“I am all unpacked, I am now going to film a video” I said as I turned on the camera.
“Okay well I am going to start cooking dinner, so if you finish your video in time there might be some left over” He laughed before exiting. I stared at the door for a minute after me left before I shook my head and smiled. Connor was my best friend, I had just moved to LA and he was letting me stay in his house while I look for an apartment. I had been best friends with Connor as a kid and when he moved to LA we made sure to stay in touch, I came to visit every now and then. And one visit started the rest of my life, while I helped Connor set up for a collab with Ricky, he started telling me I should start a channel. I laughed it off but for the rest of the day he kept telling me I should. He made some really good points telling me that I would be the perfect youtuber.
“You are funny, sarcastic, beautiful, you know how to do make up, you have great taste in clothes and music, and you give great advice” I remember him telling me. I kept telling him it was a silly idea, but at the end of the day I found my self sitting in front of the computer setting up a channel and learning how to edit. I sat down on the bed taking a deep breath.
“Hey what’s up you guys, so have you noticed anything different? Yeah that’s right the background is different. That is because I have moved to LA, I am currently staying with my best friend until I get an apartment. Today I will be talking to you about something that really annoys me. Couples. And before you fill the comments with ‘You are just jealous that you are alone’ Yes I do wish I had someone to make out with but I hope I never do any of the following” I looked down at the list on my phone picking out the first one.
“Okay number one if you go out to dinner why do couples feel compelled to sit on the same side as each other. Can you really not stay away from each other long enough to eat a meal across from each other. I understand if there are other people sitting on the other side, but when it is empty come on” I finished raising my eyebrows and looked down at my phone.
“Number two and this is a big one. PDA. It is everywhere. Okay I am glad that you found someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with or the next ten minutes, but I don’t need to see it. If you are in park I don’t need you rolling around in the grass making out. If you are on the bus I do not need you sitting on your boyfriends lap with his hand up your shirt, I get it trying to spice up your love life, but there is a line that you are not suppose to cross” I looked down at my phone and laughed at the next one.
“Number three: Why is it that when people get into a relationship they feel the need to not be two people they just meld into one and everything becomes 'We’ not 'I’ any more. Like 'We went to the gynaecologist’ or 'We bought a new t-shirt’ or even 'We ate shit’ Stop you are you, you are not him or her” I looked back down at my phone and realised I was nearly done.
“Number four: Why do couples feel the need to tell everyone how in love they are. One way couples tell the world that really annoys me, is when couples tweet to each other publicly how much they love each other, like please stop tweeting him how you love him more then Kanye loves himself and go to his DM’s, just slide into the DM’s and slide out of my timeline” I looked down at my phone and saw the last one.
“And lastly number five: This one annoys me the most, when couples try and cuddle each other while they walk, like this” I paused as I planned to add in a clip in editing.
“When the taller person cuddles the other person from behind and they do this weird waddle walk. Please just stop, for one it is just weird to look at and you are making everyone very uncomfortable, and secondly if I get stuck behind you and your slow fucking waddle I will kick your ass down and speed walk over you in heels” I laughed at my anger.
“Okay that is it for today guys, give this video a like if you liked it and give the video a like if you hated it. Subscribe for more sarcastic humour. Bye” I said covering the lens. I stood up stretching before going to find Connor to ask him for help. I found him in front of his laptop laughing at a funny cat video.
“Hey how is dinner going?” I asked.
“Oh shit” He said running to the kitchen suddenly I heard the smoke alarm and a lot of swearing. I walked to the kitchen to see the oven open and Connor fanning the smoke. I opened the window and stopped the alarm.
“I forgot about the chicken” He pouted as the smoke cleared.
“Aw don’t worry I was in the mood for pizza anyway” I said going on to his computer to order some. After I was done ordering I looked up to see Connor putting the burned tray in the dishwasher.
“While we are waiting for the pizza can you help me film something for my channel?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, what do you need me to do?” He smiled.
“I am doing a video about why I hate couples and I need to demonstrate the couple cuddle walk thing, to show people why it is stupid” I explained.
“Sounds fun” He laughed. As we walked into my room and set up the camera angle. We stood in front of the camera and Connor wrapped his arms around me. We slowly started to do the waddle and I leaned back into his chest. I started to enjoy his touch. I felt so safe in his arm, and I started to enjoy the way you both rocked as we walked.
“I kind of understand why couple like this” Connor said before removing his hands from you.
“I still don’t like it” I laughed.
“Really?” He questioned.
“I mean…. I don’t like seeing it, I maybe kind of like the feeling” I blushed looking down.
“Yeah, I would do it if I had someone” He laughed.
“Yeah” I said laughing along. We both stopped laughing and just stared at each other for a moment.
“Fuck it” Connor nearly shouted and before you could process what was happening he had moved across the room, and his lips were on mine. I leaned into the kiss savouring every part of it. The way his lips were so soft and how they fit with mine. I felt my back touch the wall and I hadn’t even realized he was moving me backwards. I felt his hands on my thighs as he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. The kiss was deepening until the door bell rang. He let me down and moved away from me. My gaze went straight to the floor and he left the room. He came back a couple minutes later while I put my camera away.
“Pizza is here” He said.
“Cool, I’'l get some plates” I said trying to move out of the room but he blocked the doorway.
“I like you” He blurted out.
“What?” I said shocked.
“I liked you ever since, we got seated beside each other in school and you took the blame when my phone went off so that I didn’t get another detention” He laughed.
“I like you too Connor, I liked you when that happened, and I really liked you when you attempted to break me out of detention but it didn’t work and you ended up getting detention too” I laughed remembering that day.
“I don’t want you to look for an apartment I want you to stay here, I want this to be our home, I want you to be my girlfriend” He whispered the last part.
“I want all of that” I smiled. He placed the pizza on the bed and pulled me into his arms, whispering the magic words.
“Pizza and Netflix's”


Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

Christmas Lights

Originally posted by kths

Genre: Angst, Slight fluff

Member: Kim Seokjin

Words: 3.4k

Day 1 of the BTS Special Christmas Collab with @in-the-mood-for-bts <3

Synopsis: Seokjin met you at his 18th Christmas Eve, as he was utterly surprised at how you were mesmerized just by simple christmas lights hanging in between two huge trees. Ever since then, he became your soulmate, and your other half. However, your intertwined faith with Seokjin would not last long, as the loving boy was suffering from a fatal heart illness, causing faith taking Seokjin away sooner than you thought.

December 18th, 2016

Christmas. It was that time of the year again.

With Christmas coming closer, people were already preparing all sort of gifts for their loved ones, which would vary from a simple, golden necklace to one big expensive television screen. Christmas lights were put up at almost every corner of the streets, making the messy atmosphere softer, almost peaceful.  Most people would ignore these Christmas streetlights, walking in a fast pace to arrive at work as soon as they could, so that they could get home as soon as possible.

However, Seokjin was different.

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You're Really Annoying (But I Still Wanna Marry You)

Summary: phil has one last thing for dan to try to say using the speech jammer… (ft. lots of bants and general fluffiness)

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: what?? i actually wrote a prompt in under a month?? this is a miracle. But actually, I hope you like this!!

Dan had been really against the idea of doing the speech jammer challenge at first.  Everybody else had already been doing it for weeks and it didn’t seem like there was any way to make it more original.  But ever since Phil had first suggested wanting to do it last week he had been pestering Dan so much that he finally gave in (with the one condition that it had to go on Phil’s channel not his).

When they finally sat down to make the video, Dan realised it had actually been much too long since they had filmed a video together.  They had been busy with so many other projects that he had forgotten how simple and natural it was to film a collab with his boyfriend.  Even if he did have to remember to not call Phil his boyfriend during the video.

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Who’s Clueless Now?

Summary: Where Dean Winchester learns that making assumptions really does make an ‘ass’ out of you (though not necessarily Cas).

Setting: Pre-ever tickling each other ever in canon-ish!verse

A/N: I’m sorry that I’ve been such a slacker lately; you guys deserve way better than me teasing you with rapid fire fics and collabs to then fall off Tumblr save reblogging. So I whipped this up for you guys and I hope you enjoy it! (Initially a prompt to calmturquoise from eerie-was-i)


The plan was utterly flawless. He had done everything right and yet it was him that could not stop the jovial hysterics bursting from an ear to ear, wide-mouthed smile.

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anonymous asked:

I know this is late but if you're gonna do that fic with the 3 mil special gifs about an argument you guys had blah blah blah the backstory of the argument should be that theres been these rumors about you cheating and maybe going back to your exsince you have been hanging around with him more then cal and he got really jealous maybe it could somehow be the backstory of why you did the q&a with idubbbz idk this sounds somewhat confusing lol

Okay! I understand what you were going for :) I think it will be too difficult to relate it back to the idubbbz fic that I had posted. However, I am going to try to use a similar plot; so, thank you for the idea! Be sure to let me know what you guys think! I am sorry this is coming out way later than I intended! This is based off of the gif set by @starlirious LINK

LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Fighting & Resolution (3 Mill Gif Sets)

It started out as a simple disagreement, but turned into a full argument. You had been visiting your family for the last two weeks, among visiting other people while home. Calvin was unable to go, having to post several rants at the last minute. Hence, you were by yourself. 

Trying to make the most of your time at home, you decided to collaborate with one of your exes on a video for his channel. Your ex and Calvin had some beef before the two of you got together, and it only escalated once the two of you started going out. Having a pretty solid relationship with Calvin made you believe that he would have no issue with you making the video with your ex. That’s where you were wrong. 

As busy as you were, and knowing how busy Calvin was, you forgot to tell him that you were making the video. Trying to make time to talk with each other was difficult enough in different time zones. Adding your mixed schedules into the equation certainly didn’t help. 

You trusted your ex to edit the video, which was a complete mistake. He had cut out all of the bits where you two disagreed and every mention of Calvin was deleted. He instead pieced together every clip of you laughing at a joke he told, agreeing on topics, and even some bits where he got a little too comfortable with you. Not to mention, he decided to use an old picture of the two of you kissing as the thumbnail with the title of, “Stealing Y/N Back?!” He even made shady comments towards Calvin at the end of the video. It essentially seemed like the two of you were going to get back together and completely blindside Calvin. 

Before you can even call Calvin to say how pissed off you were at the video your ex posted, you receive a text from him. “Y/N, what the hell is that video? Did you seriously make a fucking collab with him?” you read to yourself. Texting back you say, “Calvin, I can explain. Yes, I made a collab with him. I didn’t expect him to edit so much stuff out. Does it really matter that much?” 

You were annoyed, but didn’t want it to escalate into something ridiculous. Receiving a text back from him, you read it, “Yes! You know that I can’t stand him, why would I be okay with you making a video with your ex? Especially the one I have the most beef with? Not to mention I log on and see a picture of the person I’m fucking dating kissing their ex!” 

You were starting to get a little annoyed with how this conversation was going. Here you were trying to resolve the situation, and the one person you thought would be on your side is also against you. Now frustrated, you message him back saying, “I don’t know what the big deal is? That was an old picture from before we started dating. How was I supposed to know he was going to edit the video that way? And besides that, why do I need to ask you if I can collab with someone or not?” You get a quick reply back from him saying, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I thought you would at least think about how this would make me feel and look. Glad to know I leave you alone for a week and you go and pull something like this. Thanks for taking me into consideration, babe.” 

You can almost feel the sarcasm radiating from your phone. Now pissed at the situation, the last thing you want to do is talk with him. Messaging him back for the last time you say, “Fuck you, Calvin. If you honestly think I meant for the video to turn out that way, don’t even bother talking with me.” Looking at your phone a few minutes later, you notice a series of messages from Calvin, including a couple calls that you sent to voicemail. The string of messages being: “Ffs, Y/N. Are you being serious?”, “Oh so now you don’t want to respond.”, “Y/N, pick up the phone.” 

Letting each message pass, you decide it’s probably better to just let the situation go for now. But you weren’t about to let this topic off easily. To be honest, you were infuriated he was mad at you for a video you had no editing control over. 

The day before the video was posted, the two of you had skyped until early in the morning. Being as busy as you both were, you both made it a point to schedule another Skype session a week later. Sitting in your room working on something, now a week later and after your argument, you didn’t know if he would even call. 

Suddenly, a notification of an incoming call from Calvin pops up. You reluctantly accept his call and sit with him facing your screen. You refuse to look at him, instead focusing on something you were reading. He watches you intently, getting a bit irritated that you refuse to look his way or glance towards him even once. 

Removing his hand from his face, he says, “Alright, this is fucking stupid. You and I both know that this argument shouldn’t have even happened.” With a bit more passion, he says, “I just don’t know how you expected me to react to seeing you kissing someone else; not to mention a video that was made to look like you were going to leave me for some asshole like him.” 

You sigh and look to him on your screen, giving him your attention at last. “Just the thought of you giving him your time,” He says making a disgusted face, shaking his head at the memory of the video. “Should I have acted the way I did? No, probably not. I was just pissed that he was able to be with you and make you laugh and I couldn’t be there.” 

He takes a breath and sighs to collect his thoughts. Continuing from where he left off, he looks to you directly and sincerely says, “Look, you know how much I care about you. I just don’t like you being around someone slimy like him. I’m not mad about you collaborating with him. I’m mad that he took advantage of you and made this video to start something with me. I’m sorry, I was an asshole and I love you. Can you just talk with me already? I miss you and I’m tired of hearing myself talk.” 

You chuckle at his comment and crack a small smile, to which lights up his face and a smile reflects on his face as well. “I love you, too. I’m sorry, as well. I should have talked with you beforehand. I was a bit stupid to think he wouldn’t pull something like that. He’s just bitter I left him for you,” you say laughing a bit. 

Calvin’s smile grows and he smirks saying, “So you wouldn’t mind if I made a roast of him, right? To be honest, I’ve been holding one back because I knew you guys still talked.” You laugh at this and say, “Burn him to the ground preferably. He’s not exactly the smartest, I recorded the entire collab if you want it.” His face returns a shocked expression and he says, “And you didn’t want to send that sooner, why?” You shrug and say, “Would it have really made a difference? Plus, it’s a high key cringe how much I talk about you,” you add, rubbing your neck and looking away in embarrassment.

Letting a comment slip, under his breath he says, “You’re so cute.” A bit more confidently, he says, “I don’t know why I was so worried, you’re completely whipped for me” smirking at his final statement. You scoff and say, “Oh please, don’t get so full of yourself.” 

The two of you chat for a while longer about your week. You only have a couple more days while being at home. As you continue to talk, your eyes start to get heavier and a yawn escapes your mouth. His voice is slowly lulling you to sleep as he talks about something while editing one of his videos. 

Turning back to face you when he doesn’t hear a response to a question he asks, he notices you have fallen asleep on your computer. He smiles to himself and realizes how much he really misses you being there with him, and how much he missed your voice. Sending you a quick goodnight text, he logs off of Skype. This roast was going to send your ex to the grave for causing this argument. 

So this one took me a while to write, lol, and it’s not as long as I thought it was going to be. I tried to coordinate the gifs with the fic, hopefully I didn’t do too terrible of a job. Please let me know what you guys think. I hope you are having a lovely night and morning (I am sorry for such a late upload! kill me, it’s 12:45 am here.) 100 Notes and I’ll skype Calvin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Mark Fischbach- Where Emotions Leads (FLUFF)

Request by anon: Markiplier Oneshot request : Reader and Mark are friends. Mark starts spending time with another girl youtuber who he’s getting advice from to ask the reader out and the reader gets a bit jealous

Request by xhaileymonsterx: Can you do one of Mark getting jealous or trying to impress you?

(These requests are really similar so I’m just going to combine them.)

LA was scary when you first arrived. Even though you knew there would be a gold shimmer of light in the dense fog, you pictured the city as a dark, gloomy place. It seemed like that a few months ago, but luckily now it wasn’t. Your YouTube subscriber count had skyrocketed in the last few months, leading to more opportunities; many in LA. You started during some serious business work there, but kept up with doing the fun stuff you did before: collabs, challenge videos and vlogs with new people. Out of all of the people though, none of them compared to Mark. You instantly became intrigued by him. His jokes weren’t half bad, even if half of them barely made it through his lips in time, his contagious laugh and smile fighting their way back into him. His personality was something you admired too. It was loud and boisterous but could turn soft and calm in a blink of an eye. All in all he made you quite happy.

But now this afternoon, you felt quite irritated. He was late to lunch, again. He had been the past few Wednesdays, even though you had been doing this every week for the last three months. He always had an excuse though, such as there was traffic or he got up late. This time he wouldn’t be able to have one though. While you were waiting, you went on Twitter to find a newly posted picture of Mark and a fellow female YouTuber. She posted with the inscription: “I love spending the mornings with this guy!! <3” Now you felt jealous. They seemed quite close in the picture and you wanted to question Mark about it. But you knew you had to snap out of it. Mark was his own person who could do his own things. You shouldn’t get all upset over it.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you today?” Mark said, sitting down across from you, taking off his coat.

“I’d say I’m doing okay,” you said as calm as possible, stirring coffee. Mark looked up from his menu with a concerned look on his face.

“Just okay? Is there something wrong?” Mark asked.

“I don’t want to tell you. It’s not a big deal.”

“No, I want to know. I want to know if something is bothering you.”

“Okay well, I’m kinda going to sound like a jackass…,” you paused trying to chose your next words carefully.

“But, the fact that you lied to me about being stuck in traffic when you’re late to lunch is what is getting to me. And who you were hanging out with too-”

“Let me explain,” Mark explained, cutting you off. You felt annoyed by it, hoping he would actually explain himself and not just make another excuse. You could tell he was getting nervous with his hand running through his hair, his constant looking down at the table.

“The reason why I’ve been hanging out with her is because, is because of you.” You were shocked at this, taking awhile to speak up.

“How does it have to do with me?”

“I’ve liked you for awhile. And I’ve wanted to ask you out for awhile. But, you’re so perfect, and bubbly and adorable that I’ve been too scared to every time. That’s why I go over to her house before this so I can get a little courageous before I come here.” He was now looking you in the eye, biting his lip. You didn’t know how to respond, but you searched your emotions a little and you could tell that there were some feelings for Mark.

“So, what I’m getting out of this is, you want to ask me out?”

“Yes,” Mark laughed, giving off a sigh of relief.

“In that case then yes,” you announced, reaching for his hand that was set across the table. “Then I will go out with you.” A huge, happy smile appeared on Mark’s face, putting butterflies into your stomach.

What you got out of this interaction is that love is a roller coaster of emotions. It can be scary, intriguing, irritating, sad, jealous filled, concerning, annoying, shocking, nerve wracking, bring relief and happiness. And whatever emotions would evolve out of this relationship, you were happy to spend them with Mark.

Don’t Let Me Go P. V

This was another collab with the wonderful @kitty3147!

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Genre: Angst

Characters: YouxJimin

Warnings: None

Gif not mine. Credit to original owner

It’s been a couple of days since the fight between Haneul and Jimin took place. Haneul was acting very protective since it happened and you were still in the dark about it. You had no idea what really happened, although you had your suspicions anyway. It wasn’t hard to figure it out after the crappy ‘mugging’ story Haneul told you. And all you had to do was look at his GPS to see where he had went the night it happened, when he let you out of his sight, anyway. He obviously wasn’t smart enough to clear the history. It had a direct route to your old apartment. There were only two possibilities for that one, and you knew that the way he came home, he couldn’t have been having an affair.

Haneul wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, he wouldn’t even let you walk around the house by yourself, constantly asking where you were going and what you were doing, and then doing it with you after you told him. The only thing he didn’t do with you was go to the bathroom, which took much protesting from you to get him not to do it, claiming: “It’s the only privacy I get”.

Haneul has trapped you in your own home, in your own skin. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You were suffocating. He’s taken any and every form of communication away from you: phone, computer, tablet. He basically took away anything with buttons that could be used to talk to someone. You felt like you were in the witness protection program. You hadn’t done anything to deserve this treatment. You were completely fed up with his behavior and you had to do something about it.

“Haneul?” You called

“Yes?” He responded, running into your room at the sound of your voice

“Have you seen my phone? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“No, I haven’t seen it anywhere.” He sounded confident in his tone, but you could tell me was lying nonetheless.

“Don’t lie to me. I’m not a child, Haneul.” your tone becoming more annoyed the more he lied

“Excuse me?”

“Can you please just give me my phone?”

“I don’t have your goddamned phone!”



“Give. Me. My. Phone.” you spoke with clenched teeth.


“Why, Haneul? Why?!”

“Why do you want it?!” you two were in a screaming match, going back and forth with no clear winner.

“Because you have trapped me! You’ve taken my phone and won’t even let me leave the house! I’m not even able to talk to my friends or family! Why are you doing this? I don’t understand!” Your words came out with tears attached to every syllable.

“YOU LOVED HIM!” he was screaming but you could see the pain in his eyes. “You loved him.”

You just stared for a while. ‘This is what all of this was about?’ you chuckled a bit, finding it a bit funny now.

“You think it’s funny?”

“No~” you stopped, becoming more thoughtful with your tone now. “Haneul, did you think I was going to leave you for him?”

“No, I don’t know~ I know- I know you loved him before. What’s going to stop you from loving him again?” he stared at the ground, afraid of finding the answer in your eyes.

You couldn’t believe him, but you could only think about what he said. Was he wrong? What would stop you from running back to Jimin? He’s finally trying to be there for you; it’s what you always wanted. But you don’t think you could leave Haneul, you loved him now. Didn’t you?

“Haneul, d- don’t say that. Of course I don’t love him.” You felt dirty. Your mind told you you were lying to yourself and Haneul but you didn’t listen. You wanted to love Haneul.

“I just… I just wanted to protect you from him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I don’t need to be protected, Han. I’m not a child. You know that. Please stop treating me like one.”

Shame filled his body as he stared at the ground and then slowly up at you, looking away when he met your eyes

“Can I please have my phone back now?” you asked, holding out your hand waiting for your his response.

Haneul reluctantly pulled it out of his back pocket and carefully placed it in the palm of your open hand. “I’m sorry”


You waited for Haneul to go off to work and send Jae to his mom’s before you finally got on your phone and looked through your settings. You had decided to unblock Jimin’s number. You weren’t going to call him, you just wanted to see if he had called you or at least messaged you at all. He had, of course. Were you expecting any less? You scrolled through about twenty calls and at least one hundred text messages.



“Hey, please call me”

“Baby, I’m sorry”


“I love you”

That’s basically what every message consisted of. Why were these men messing with your emotions? You hated Jimin for how he treated you, but you loved him at the same time. You loved Haneul for how he cares for you and loves you, but Jimin was always in your mind. You had the urge to call him, just to see what he wanted, but it looks like he read your mind as his name started flashing across your screen and an old picture of his popped up. You hesitantly answered the call, not even sure if you wanted him to know that you were on the other end.


“Y/N” he said with a relieved sigh

“Jimin…” you sighed into the other end. You never realized how much you missed his voice.

The call was rather short, but before you knew it, you were agreeing to meet him after seemingly endless pleading and begging on his part.


You were sat on a bench in a small empty park a couple miles from your house waiting for him. You practically knew what he was going to say. You could hear it in your head. You couldn’t understand why you were doing this. You wanted to hate him, but here you were: waiting for him to show up and try to win you back. Your mind was battling with itself. Your mind wanted Haneul, but your body always brought you back to Jimin. Haneul was the logical choice. He was easy to figure out. You knew for a fact that he loved you and would never leave you. Jimin was the not so logical choice. You never knew what he was going to do or how he felt about you. He was so confusing and unpredictable. He drove you up the wall and made you sane again just from his touch.

You waited there for at least an hour, checking your phone every few minutes to see if you had a new message from him… or Haneul. A sudden voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Y/N…” The voice was small.

You whipped your head up to look at him, “Nice to see you’re on time as always.” Your voice was low, a mumble under your breath. You pushed yourself off the bench so you could face him, struggling in the process as your stomach was too big. He quickly proceeded to grab your arm with one hand, and support your back with the other, sitting you slowly back down on the bench.

He sat with you as he began to speak, “Y/N, please hear me out.” he said, searching your face for any kind of approval; although you refused to look at him, instead staring ahead of you. You nodded your head slightly as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Haneul, doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your love. You deserve someone who knows you and understands you. Someone who has always loved you.” He placed his hands atop yours as an attempt to be as intimate as possible with you, without moving further away from him.

“Haneul is a good man. He loves me and cares for me; he always has. You have done nothing for me, Jimin.” Your face was scrunching up, chin quivering, you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“I’m sor-”

“But I still care for you.” He smiled at the thought of you still caring for him, “So why do you hurt me?”

His smile quickly faded at your harsh but gentle words. He didn’t want to hurt you, he never did. He only wanted to protect you from his life, from him. “Baby….” he started,

“Do not call me that, please. I’m confused enough as it is. Don’t make it worse, Jimin.” you said as you fought back the pain of rejecting him, wiping tears away from your eyes.

“Y/N,” he started again with a pained sigh, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you more than anything. I didn’t want this for you. I was trying to avoid hurting you, that’s why I stayed away. I didn’t think leaving you would hurt you. At least not as much as it hurt me.” he tried anything to get you to even look at him, but you only turned away from his touch.

“You weren’t interested until you saw I was with someone. Do you really love me Jimin? Or do you just want me because you think you can’t have me? Are you just going to get bored of me when you do have me? Is that what this is?”

“I was always interested. But I thought you would be better off without me. Seeing you with that other man, thinking that it was someone else’s child, it tore me apart. When I found out it was mine…” tears began to roll down his face as he poured his heart out to you, “When I found out it was mine, I was so happy. I could finally have you back and you would be with me.”

You’ve known Jimin for a long time, and even though he was unreliable, he never lied. He had never been so vulnerable, especially in front of you. You had seen him in almost every way possible, but never crying, never so desperate.

“Jimin…” He knew what was coming next, and he couldn’t bare the heartbreak that would follow.

“No. No! Don’t say it, please.”

“Jimin, why do you want me?” Your words caught him by surprise and he stayed silent for a moment, not expecting the type of response.

“…Because I’m in love with you, Y/N. Don’t you understand that? I’m so in love with you that it hurts every time you even mention his name. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else. I can’t stand that I don’t get to touch you or hold you or take care of you the way he does. I want that. I want all of that for us. Let me be that for you. Let me take care of you.”

And before either of you knew it, he quickly leaned into you, not allowing your response. Your lips were securely wrapped around each other’s. They fit so perfectly together, so right. You pulled away after a few blissful moments, tears streaming down your cheeks as your mind raced, not able to process what just happened.

“I- I- I need to leave. I have to think.” you said as you struggled from your spot on the bench, refusing and kind of help as you walked to your car. “I need to be alone.”

A/N: Hey, guys! I know it’s been awhile, and I’m sorry! But here’s the next part! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did or didn’t, could you please leave me some feedback? It would be greatly appreciated!