im not sure what to say but i did laugh for a good 5 minutes

break the ice, 1

Pairing:  jungkook x reader x jimin
Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’)
Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding
Word Count:  18k

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:
1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions.
2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.
3.     And most importantly, have fun!

A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( …
anyway… enjoy part 1!!

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drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)


dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.


dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.


it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”


“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

(gif credits to the original owners)


Originally posted by magiccastles

(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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“Noah told me.” Finn Wolfhard

Plot: Noah is kind of a match maker

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader


“Guys! Stop! Oh my gosh!” I giggled. Sadie, Millie and I were having a sleepover, and we were talking about boys and crushes (because what else would we talk about?). “Okay but we all know you like Finn.” Sadie replied. “I do not!” I retaliated. They were always joking around and saying I liked Finn. I would never admit it but yeah, I like Finn. I mean c’mon, what 13 year old wouldn’t?! He’s freaking adorable.

“But you have to admit that he likes you.” Millie chimed in. “I mean have you seen the way he looks at you?!!” We laughed, even though I knew Millie was joking. “It’s true, the boys are bad at having inside voices.” Sadie laughed, winking as well. “Guys, this is a ship that will never sail.” I responded. “You’re so blind! And guess what, we arent!” Sadie joked. “Okay, let’s ask Noah, he would know.” Millie mumbled, getting out her phone.

“Hey! Whats up girls?” Noah answered the facetime. I was behind the camera because Millie thought Noah wouldn’t answer if he knew I was there. “Does Finn like Y/N?” Sadie shouted. “Is this why you guys called? Damn I was lonely.” Noah pretended to cry. “Answer the question Noah!” Millie exclaimed. “I have a feeling you guys know, have you seen the way they look at each other? Yeah Finn likes her, and I’m pretty sure she likes him.” Noah answered, making my heart race. “Hey! Don’t make accusations!” I yelled, taking the phone from Millie. “Oh shit, Hey Y/N….. Did I say that out loud? Haha I actually meant I think he likes you, He totally never actually told me.” Noah said in a fit of nervous laughter, adding a ‘Finn’s going to kill me’ under his breath. “Okay then… also I like him too.” I whispered, winking and hanging up. “Told ya!” Millie and Sadie said at the same time.

I was excited. Tomorrow Finn and I had a photoshoot for a magazine together. We had already done an interview for said magazine a few days ago but we couldn’t do the photoshoot then, because we were super busy. Before photoshoots we always goof around, and since the others wouldn’t be there it was going to be interesting.

Finn and I were in the car on our way to the photoshoot. “Oooooo who’s texting you???” Finn questioned, making his voice sound higher. “It’s just Millie, no one interesting.” I replied, chuckling. “Oh no honey Millie would disagree with that. ‘Im british! You can’t call me uninteresting!’” Finn said, putting on a fake accent to impersonate Millie. “Oh my god Finn you are so dumb!” I laughed, putting my phone back in my pocket. “Ouch, I would like to let you know, I took that to heart.” Finn fake weeped, smiling after.

It took about an hour and a half after we got there to get dressed and ready. I was still putting on my shoes when Finn came into my dressing room. “Aye? What do you think?” He said, showing off his outfit. He was wearing a black white and grey flannel; buttoned all the way up, and some black jeans. “Pretty snazzy right?” He added. “You look like you always do.” I rolled my eyes, smiling; even though he did look quite nice. “Aw, c’mon, I look good.” He posed, flashing a toothy smile. “Whatever you say, big guy.” I responded, getting off the couch to get a drink of water. “Just admit it, I’m right.” He smirked, getting in my way so I couldn’t grab a waterbottle. “Finn, yes you look good, you always look good.” I said, rushing my words. “You do too.” He mumbled, blushing. I had my hands on his chest, because I was trying to push him out of the way, but I stopped when he said that.

The atmosphere changed. It was lighter before, but now it was more tense. I could feel his heart beating fast under my hand. I could feel his eyes on me even though I wasn’t looking back. I didn’t really know what to say. “Noah told me.” I mumbled. “Noah told me too.” He mumbled back. I looked up at him, my heart beating faster, along with his. You cut the tension with a knife. Finn moved his face closer to mine, our lips almost touching. “I really want to kiss you.” He whispered. “Then do it.” I whispered back. And he did it. It was something I wanted for so long, and I could feel he did too. It was not a short lived kiss. He pulled me closer by the waist as I moved my hands to his shoulders. The lights flickered, indicating they wanted to start the shoot in 5 minutes. We pulled apart. “I think that’s our que.” Finn smiled, making us both laugh a bit.

I grabbed my phone before walking out, quickly texting Noah

Y/N: Thanks Noah, ya freaking match maker :)

Noah: Might as well call me Cupid


Misfire [Chapter 2]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: The response I got for the first part was u n r e a l. Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy part 2, because it might be one of my favorites ;)

Chapter 1

The Sight

“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.

“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.

“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.

“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him. 

“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.

“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.” 

“Hey! I am not-”

“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.

“Slip it under her door?” 

“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.

Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.

“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head

“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.

Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.

Dear Y/N

Hey Y/N

Yo Y/N hows it going bruh

Hi there

He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.

I like you

I love you?

I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend

I adore you

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You have no clue who this is

I hope you never find out who this is

dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like

It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.

You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.

Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.

He wondered if he should write more. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.

As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.

The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.

As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.

Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons. 

You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.

“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.

That was the letter he meant to post to you.

“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.

“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.

“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.

“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky. 

Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.

“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.

“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”

And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.

Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.

“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.

“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”

“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.

“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.

“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”

Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”

“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.

“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”

“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”

“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so. 

“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.

“Which one of you was it?!” 




Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.

All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.

“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.

Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.

“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.

“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.

Chapter 3


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Chapter 5: We’re a perfect match // Shawn Mendes


Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Authors note: This is kind of short, sorry guys! The writing makes up for it, I swear. And here we have Shawn slowly becoming a sweet lil muffin who just wants to be loved

Recap: “Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.
I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.“I want you to want me because I’m me.”

Shawn didn’t show up until 4 days later, the soft knocking drawing me away from my laptop where I was watching a movie.

Tugging the curtains back, I flip the lock and allow him in. I resume my place on my bed, not saying anything to my match and he doesn’t bother to start a conversation either.

I press play, letting the movie continue and Shawn takes a seat on the small sofa in the corner of my room, next to my bookcase and opposite my bed. 

We sat in silence, Shawn taking a novel off my shelf and reading it while I continue to watch my film, the voices from the actors filling the awkward silence.

An hour or so later my movie has finished and I shut the screen, placing my laptop on the floor. My gaze flicks back to Shawn’s figure and I chuckle softly, noticing that he was asleep.

I get up, my feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. I take the book out of his hands gently, careful not to wake him up, and chuck one of the throws I had on my bed over his body.

He looked so vulnerable lying there, the scowl that always seemed to be on his face was gone. It made him look softer, the air of arrogance gone and replaced by a much younger appearance.

I brush back a curl that had fallen on his forehead, knowing that I was becoming border line creepy but I couldn’t help but want to touch him. There was no way he would ever let me do this if he was awake.

His eyelids flutter, one of them cracking open lazily.  I meet his gaze, my cheeks heating.

“I thought you were asleep.” I stammer, feeling nerves rack my body at what his reaction would be.

He looks down at the blanket covering his body, then back to me. 

“You did this?” His voice rasps, I nod, waiting for the anger to appear.

He doesn’t say anything however, just pulls the fabric off him and standing up, heading for the door to my patio.

“Where are you going?” I ask softly, feeling a sense of disappointment that he seemed ready to leave.

“I’m going home.” He states, not sparing me a glance.

“You could stay here if you want, my parents won’t mind. As soon as I say to them that you’re my match they will love to have you over anytime-” I stop, the harshness of his gaze making me squirm.

“I don’t want to stay here and I have absolutely no interest in meeting your parents.” He spits at me and I feel my stomach clench, his words causing a hurt I wasn’t used to.

“I thought that after the other night when I was drunk-”

“You thought wrong. You were wrecked and I felt bad that you felt the need to drink your weight in alcohol.” He sounded so cold, so determined to shut me out that I didn’t know how to respond.

“What happened? We were getting along so well?” I question him, hoping my voice didn’t sound as weak as I felt.

“You don’t get it…do you?” his sarcasm sounds in his tone, his gaze locked on mine.

“Get what?” 

“Just because I help you once doesn’t mean I want to get married to you. I’ve been coming to see you because the libertas talk so much about how our matches aren’t what our society cracks them up to be. We fall for the illusion that they are perfect for us when really they’re based on who can produce the healthiest offspring, not who can make who happy.” His words are like knives, cutting through my walls that I had built up about the soulmate program.

“That’s not true!” I burst out, my anger growing. “They’re based off personality and compatibility. There may be an aspect of producing healthy children in there but if that was the only reason they started and continued the program tell me why all the matches have worked for 378 years?”

“They have a higher authority then us! You see them walking around in their white lab coats and clipboards acting like they’re so much better than us. We believe anything they tell us because of the power they have. Just because you’re not smart enough to think for yourself and make your own decisions doesn’t mean I’m the same.” He hisses at me and I feel a tear slip from my eye. I brush it away angrily.

“Get out of my house and don’t you ever come back.” I seethe at him, feeling whatever emotion I held for the boy dissipate.

He laughs and it sounds forced. “Now you get it don’t you Princess. We aren’t good for each other.” He edges closer and the rage I felt consumed me like a tidal wave.

“We might have been good for each other if you hadn’t been so persistent on never giving me a chance.”

“Or this is what we really would be like, except you chose to believe the lies you’re spoon fed by the government while I live in the real world, where we get to pick who ever we like to make us happy and make relationships of our own.” I feel like all the air has been knocked from my body.

“You have someone else?” I ask and my voice shakes. I don’t bother to wipe the tears that are falling thick and fast.

He grins at me, like he was finding pleasure in my pain. “You could say that.”

I don’t say anything, I turn from him, not wanting him to see anymore of my breakdown.

“You have another girl yet you keep coming here, tormenting me with the idea of us having a future like its some game you’re playing.” I snap at him, trying to find strength to convey the betrayal I was feeling. 

“I told you that I never wanted a soulmate.” He whispers, appearing in front of me, one hand holding where my neck met my jawline on the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek softly. 

“One minute it seems like you hate me and the next you’re decent.” I say to him quietly, not daring to meet his eyes. 

“I wish that you could see what kind of spell they have you under.” Shawn’s other hand rises to cup the other side of my face and he tilts my head back until I lock my eyes on his. 

“I wish you could see what kind of spell the libertas have you under.” I retort back and he chuckles, his eyes swirling with humor.

“I see that we both have different views.” He says lowly, applying a slight pressure on my cheeks.

“What if you gave me a month. A month to persuade you that this soulmate thing is real and that we could be perfect together.”

He cocks his head to the side and I hold my breath as he thinks.

“A month where we what.. exactly?” He inquires and he holds my gaze.

“We act like a pair of soulmates would if you hadn’t decided to be all moody and act like you don’t want me.” I can’t help but grin at his unimpressed expression.

“You’re not helping your case with your smart ass remarks.”

“Sorry,” I grin at him. “We do things that matches normally do when they find each other. Go out on dates, get to know each other. If I haven’t convinced you by the end of 4 weeks that we are perfect for each other and the soulmate program isn’t complete bullshit then I’ll let you go.”

He watches me throughout, examining the way my face lights up when I talk about matches, and how excited I was about finally having a normal soulmate relationship.

“4 weeks… And then that’s it. Thats all you get.” He finalizes and I squeal, my enthusiasm spiking.


“Don’t get too excited, we don’t start this whole thing until Saturday.” He looks at me to make sure I’m listening. 

I frown. It was only Wednesday. 

“I can work with that, I guess.” An idea pops into my head and a grin takes over my face. “We’re going out together on Saturday. Wear your finest suit and be here at 10 am, okay?”

“Do I get to know what I’m dressing up for?” He asks, sensing that he’s probably not going to like what I have planned.

“Nope, it’s a surprise. Just remember, suit, Saturday, 10:00 am, my house.”

“Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push him towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl


Summary: A chill day with your son, he tells you his daddy is gonna surprise you and you think nothing of it at first.

a/n: so im back!! ive been vv busy if anyone was wondering. my macbook charger also got chewed up by my dog so no laptop, writjng has been very hard. i cant type on app because it crashes and this mobile browser SUCKS. so heres a writing butlike.. I wanted to write something for Jasmine but like I ended up really wanting to write Dad!Shawn. Bc I’m ready so ready, areyouready????? BTW I HAVE MOBILE PERMALINKS IN MY DESCRIPTION NOW IM SO EXCITED

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“Mommy, suprise!” Your 2 year old yells out after giving you a kiss on the cheek when you picked him up to carry him. It sent you and Karen laughing. He has never said that before.

“Aaliyah taught him a new word.” Karen laughed and sat down on the couch. She brought Caden home on Saturday afternoon after his weekly Friday night sleep over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. You and Shawn taught Caden how to say Grandpa and Grandma in Portuguese, which made your in-laws very happy. They watched him on the days you had to work. And on Fridays, Caden slept over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. 

“How is she?” You ask, sitting beside her. This was a weekly Saturday afternoon thing for you and Karen, catching up with each other. Letting your son play with his toys on the carpet in front of the couch. Aaliyah decided to go to University of California in Berkeley. Very long ways from home, but she loved San Francisco, which was like thirty five minutes from her apartments. 

“She’s happy to be home,” Normally, you would always see Aaliyah every time she came home from California. But you have been busy with work and Caden that you haven’t gotten the chance to. “We hear rumors from her best friend that she’s got an American boyfriend.” 

That was Karen and Manny. All of Shawn and Aaliyah’s friends loves them. Even if Shawn or Aaliyah was halfway across the continent, or even the world, their friends always talked to them. Karen and Manny knows everything that is going on with their children’s friends, not hearing it from their children, but hearing it from the friends themselves that updates them. 

“Shawn’s gonna love that.” Emphasizing on love.

Karen laughs again, “I can already tell.”

Even if Aaliyah was already in her second year of College, Shawn still disliked the idea of her getting a boyfriend. When she bought her first boyfriend home, Shawn scared the poor boy off. In his defense, Aaliyah was only 17. But in her defense, you and Shawn were 17 when you started dating. Because of that, if the two of you had a baby girl, she would probably get married at sixty. 

“What did you do at Avó and Vovô’s yesterday?” You ask, standing near the floor to ceiling windows, drinking tea while your son was playing with his cars on the floor.

“Uhm,” He replied, not giving any less attention to his toys. “I saw Daddy.” He said in his cute little voice. It always amazes you how smart this kid is and how much words he says. Not thinking much of what he said, you figured that Shawn probably FaceTimed his parents. 

“Yeah, what did Daddy say?” You missed Shawn dearly while he was promoting his new album. Sooner or later, he’s gonna be gone for tour again. 

“I dunno,” Caden blurted his answer your question, he was too focused on his toy cars to care about your question.

“Daddy’s gonna come home soon, you know it?” You smile at your 2 year old. You knew he misses his Dad, but you knew he doesn’t have the concept of soon.

“Yes!” He yelled. “Daddy’s gonna come home latuh.” 

“No, Cadence,” Mentioning his full first name. Shawn wanted to name him something to do with music and you weren’t even sure what cadence means, you got lost when Shawn was explaining it to you. But you did like the name. “Not later. Soon though.”

Caden didn’t give you any attention after that, kids whenever they were distracted. You stared out the windows of the house that you and Shawn built after you got married. Both of you definitely wanted to start a family with kids in mind, and Shawn’s pretty condo in Downtown Toronto wasn’t the place you wanted to raise your kids in. It was obviously decided the house to be in Pickering, close to Downtown Toronto and both of your parents. It’s a gorgeous 5 bedroom house with a spacious kitchen, big backyard, a basement for Shawn’s ‘mancave’, and a lot more. You joke around about living the American dream in Canada a lot. 

“Mommy, surprise!” Caden yells and hands you his toy car. It was such a cute gesture that your heart melted.

“Oh, thank you, honey.” You messed with his curly waves that was just like Shawn’s. If he saw this, he would be so happy.

You missed Shawn dearly. He’s been gone for a month, going to different places every other day. A phone call at least once a day if he’s not busy. A FaceTime if he’s on the bus or in a hotel room. He still has a month left before the promo ends, then he’s going to tour soon after that. You and Caden are hopefully going on tour with him for a short time, your little boy isn’t really fond of traveling.

You missed Shawn so much you couldn’t help but talk to your son. “Caden, I miss your daddy. Do you?” 

“No,” Caden looks at you for a second and goes back to playing with his toys. He looks so much like Shawn, except Caden got your nose and face shape. You and Shawn knew he’s gonna be so good looking. 

“I see daddy yestuhdey.” You laugh at how he said yesterday, but in the back of your head, you thought that maybe Shawn is in town and Caden did see him. You shrugged the idea off since it was quite impossible. 

You stare out the window, watching the few cars pass by. You knew whose car each one of them were since they live in the neighborhood. You spot Aaliyah’s car and got excited as her car turned the curb to get to your house. You moved away from the windows to go to the kitchen to make Aaliyah coffee. As you walked past your son, you gave him a kiss on the forehead, telling him that his Auntie Liyah is here. 

You got the Keurig heating up when you heard the front door open and close shut. Your heart skipped a beat, being so excited to see your sister-in-law. You figured that she let herself in, which you don’t mind at all. It was just Aaliyah. 

 You were very surprised not to see Aaliyah standing in the living room, but found Shawn instead. He had Caden in his arms. He put Caden down once you were standing in front of each other. You couldn’t say anything aside from jump on him and give him a hug. Almost knocking him over because you caught him off guard. 

“Oh,” Shawn chuckled while he had you in his arms. He had been missing you and Caden a lot. Shawn had a week off all in all, due to something happening in the cities he was gonna go to. It was only a few hours plane ride to Toronto, he couldn’t help but go home. “I missed you too.” He put you down on the ground after a tight hug. 

“What? How are you here?” You watched him as he picked the now sleepy Caden up. Caden putting his head on his daddy’s shoulder. 

“I’ll explain later.” Shawn gives you that jaw dropping smile. You missed him so much.

Shawn whispered something into your son’s ear that you couldn’t hear, it made Caden lift his head and yelled, “Surprise, mommy!” Caden is like Shawn’s carbon copy. They both had this goofy smile on their faces. You figured out why Aaliyah taught your son the word. 

“You two are too cute. Come here, give mommy a kiss,” You smile at two of your favorite guys in the whole world. 

 Caden pouting his lips and leaning in to give you a sound and wet kiss. “Mwah,” he makes the noise every time he gives a kiss. It was too cute, you couldn’t help but giggle. 

Shawn leaned in to give you a quick smack. He wanted to kiss you longer, but your son was present. Caden was also impatient and sleepy, wanting his daddy to put him in bed for nap time. Shawn happily agreed to. 

 Once Shawn put your son in bed, it was time for the both of you. All cuddled up on the couch, John Mayer softly playing in the background, you guys caught up on everything that wasn’t mentioned in the calls. 

nct as things my coworkers have said;

so! I work at a sports bar/restaurant, and my coworkers tend to do/say some pretty hilarious shit!! so I figured - why not turn it into an “nct as…” post??

taeil: *walks into the kitchen looking both confused and disturbed*

“I accidentally spilled some beer on this dudes lap, and when I tried to help him wipe it off, his dick got all hard!!! and honestly, Im not sure if I should be honored or weirded the fuck out…”

*goes on to get tipped waaayyyy more than necessary by that same guy*

johnny: *makes “hand binoculars” to stare at a hot customer through the window*

*gets caught staring with “hand binoculars” by that very same customer*

taeyong: coworker #1 (taeyong): “i had waayyy too much coffee today, and i have to shit so bad that my asshole is literally on fire”

coworker #2: “then go shit? it’s not even that busy - you’ll be fine”

coworker #1 (taeyong): “I can’t! I can only shit when i’m at home and my dog is sitting in the bathroom with me!!”

yuta: *puts his number in a hot customers hat while he’s outside smoking*

*not even 30 minutes later, 3 more hot customers come in*

coworker #2: “you should’ve waited to give your number out cause the guys at table 3 are fine as hell

coworker #1 (yuta): “girl, I’ll throw my number out like some damn confetti! shit, I don’t care - I’m just tryna fuck”

doyoung: coworker #1: “go ask the hottie at table 12 if he’d smash or pass me”

coworker #2 (doyoung): “wtf - no, why would i do that??”

coworker #1: “well you’d think after all we’ve been through that you’d help me out by asking this guy a simple question!!”

*coworker #1 walks away annoyed*

coworker #2 (doyoung): “well I mean, I didn’t really wanna ask my boyfriend if he’d like to bang my coworker - but he wouldn’t even go for your nasty ass anyway, honey! sure, he’ll be smashin’ tonight, but it ain’t gon’ be your sorry ass - so I ain’t even trippin!!”

ten: *sees a hot customer*

very short coworker #1 (ten): “he’s hella fine, but too short for me”

coworker #2: “HE’S too short for YOU?

coworker #1 (ten): “yeah, I like to climb my men like trees so they’ve gotta be of descent height”

jaehyun: *walking upstairs to seat an older couple*

old man: “wow! these are some pretty steep stairs - i don’t know how you continuously climb those all day”

coworker (jaehyun): “oh, they’re brutal! I would’ve quit here months ago, but the repeated stair climbing has really tightened my glutes, so I thought it’d be best if I stuck around - for the sake of a nice ass”

winwin: *on the clock - greeting a new table*

customer being greeted: “oh! you’re our server? I had no idea - you look so young!!”

coworker (winwin): *forced smile and awkward laughter* “yeah, I get that a lot”

*off the clock - leaving the bar after finishing shift*

dude who’s walking in as coworker is walking out: “what the fuck are you doing in a bar - you look like you’re 7 years old”

coworker (winwin): “i’m 18 years old you piece of shit!!”

mark: *woman, (sister of the birthday girl), comes downstairs to warn us that she’s on her way, and reminds us to tell her that the party upstairs is for MARY (a relative), and not SUSAN (the actual birthday girl)*

coworker (mark): “alright, got it!!”

*not even 5 minutes later, susan shows up*

coworker (mark): “hi, are you here for susan’s party?”

customer (susan): “um, i’m susan… did you mean mary’s party?”

coworker (mark): “oh, uhh… listen, I can’t lie to you - that’s your surprise birthday party up there, but I kinda fucked it up for you, so you’ve gotta act really surprised when you enter so they don’t know you know! here, let’s practice your shocked face before you go up!!”

renjun: *gets handed $50 by the boss for doing a good job during a busy night*

*starts crying because of the nice gesture*

jeno: *exhausted and extremely out of it*

*everyone in the restaurant starts screaming/cheering when our city’s MLB team scores a run*

coworker (jeno), frightened by the sudden noise: “whY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING!!!!!!!”

donghyuck: *ranting about this one bitch*

“I swear to god i’d beat the shit out of her if i didn’t already have an assault charge on my record…”

jaemin: *arguing with a very intoxicated, very angry customer*

drunk guy: *throws a punch*

coworker (jaemin): *ducks out of the way, so the guy behind him gets completely nailed in the face - instantly falling to the ground*

coworker (jaemin), to the dazed, bloody stranger: “oh shit, dude, you alright???”

chenle: *bringing a cocktail to a table of 6 adults*

one of the women, talking to the man who ordered the drink: “ooh that looks really yummy! can I try some, daddy?”

coworker (chenle): *has to go in the back and take a minute cause he can’t stop fucking laughing*

jisung: *walks by a couple sucking each other’s faces off and whispers under his breath*

“jesus christ - get a fucking room”

*guy stands up, appearing much larger than he looked while sitting down*

angry dude: “what the fuck did you just say!!”

coworker (jisung), scared shitless: “i-i said I have to get a broom!! someone spilled popcorn and i-“

*runs away, forgetting the broom*

To Borrow #5

My sweet crazy baby Saeyoung <3 I honestly honestly didn’t think I’d want to play this guy’s route. Even more so than Yoosung. However he was my Solas from DA:I in MM. This crazy knowledgable, powerful and horribly broken dark horse that comes to claim your heart out of nowhere <3

Also I am not super tech savvy. I am not a hacker. I am not any sort of programmer. Please just remember that and read ahead with a pinch of salt I guess :) 

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Makeup Voiceover;Johnny

Request: Hiii I loved your Jaehyun voiceover scenario, can you please make one for Johnny if you haven’t already? Thanks! :) ♡

  • i actually love writing this series oh my
  • but in reality i dont know a single thing about makeup
  • so sorry if it gets really boring and repetitive for each member ;-;
  • google’s my best friend, if not i wouldn’t even know a single brand yes
  • okay let’s start with chicago monster let’s go

  • so many of your subscribers wanted him to do the makeup voiceover challenge

  • firstly because he has his own youtube channel too, and both of you are like the power youtube couple
  • and he’s always mentioning about you, so are you
  • but mainly because
  • in your vlog once you caught him on tape once using your eyeliner as a pen
  • “oh my god johnny what are you doing”
  • “i’ve never seen a pen like this before?? omg it’s so watery”
  • “are you serious omg HAHAHA GUYS look at my boyfriend”
  • “what????”
  • “it’s an eyeliner johnny”
  • “a what- OH NO WONDER HAHAHA”
  • “this is what i have to deal with everyday guys- a clueless giant, unlike on his channel where you all only see his cool side”
  • which is why tons of comments started to come in after that vlog
  • saying that it’d be hilarious to see johnny doing it
  • so after talking to johnny about it he agreed
  • because he was confident in himself
  • so one day you push him out of your room so you can film the video
  • and every 5 minutes you’d hear him screaming
  • after 45 minutes you let him in
  • and he has this cheeky smile on his face
  • and you can tell he’s very excited
  • “okay start now!!”
  • so he plays the video and starts recording
  • “hello everyone, it’s johnny seo here and im finally here to do the makeup voiceover”
  • “apparently because you guys are excited to laugh at me over that eyeliner incident”
  • “okay enough talking let’s start”
  • “just look at bare faced Y/N, so pretty”
  • “so first off, foundation”
  • “she’s using the l'oreal paris brand one”
  • “oh she’s taking her beauty blender- SEE GUYS I KNOW WHAT IT IS’
  • “yeah it’s because i told you after you endlessly referred it to an egg months ago”
  • “you all didn’t hear that-”
  • “squeeze a little out on the blender and dab it on your face”
  • “blend and make sure there aren’t any patches”
  • “i honestly dont see any difference?? but oh well you look good nonetheless”
  • “okay moving on”
  • “she’s doing her eyes”
  • “she always talks about this- her favourite palette, the Lorac Pro? is that the name- eyeshadow palette!!”
  • “today she’s using the light pink shade”
  • “with a little bit of nude”
  • “she looks like she’d winking- at me of course HAHA”
  • “oh she’s done!”
  • hears his own shout in the background of the video
  • “wait was that me?”
  • “yes it was”
  • “sorry guys, i was too excited”
  • “over with that,”
  • “oh it’s that pen! oh wait eyeliner-”
  • “why is she laughing”
  • “wait babe why aren’t you putting it on”
  • “just wanted to bring it in for some laughs, didn’t use it for this look hehe”
  • “justice for johnny guys, save me from this evil girlfriend”
  • “but damn she looks so cute laughing though”
  • “okay she’s cooled down- her face’s still red though aw”
  • pinches your cheek
  • “she taking out another stick”
  • “the uh nyc wonder stick that is”
  • “woah wait what it has two ends to it HOW COOL”
  • “baby’s using the lighter end”
  • “drawing lines on her upper cheek”
  • “oh she’s turning to the darker end”
  • “and drawing lines again?”
  • “what is this for- oh she’s blending it”
  • “oH i think it’s called contouring and highlighting?”
  • “you’re right babe”
  • “h a h”
  • “oh look her shining”
  • “god so gorgeous”
  • “my heart’s beating too quickly i can’t do this anymore do we still have a long way to go?”
  • “stop it omg. almost there, babe”
  • “why is she laughing again-”
  • “i think i just heard another shout from outside….”
  • “sorry guys”
  • “okay she’s done again, and applying blush right now”
  • “just look at her rosy cheeks!!!”
  • “did i mention the brand?”
  • “i didn’t catch it oh no i got distracted im so sorry”
  • “but it’s er-”
  • “i’ll just insert a caption don’t worry about it”
  • “my babe’s the best”
  • “oh i think this is the last one- lipstick!!!”
  • “look at those plump lips-”
  • “she’s using the Neutrogena one-”
  • “it looks like a crayon?? IS THIS A CRAYON?”
  • “wow i learn new things everyday”
  • “okay but just look at this cutie pouting her lips”
  • “and…. she’s done!!!”
  • “wow, im in love with a goddess”
  • “this is my talented girlfriend right here”
  • “this video ended too quickly???”
  • “aw anyways thank you for watching and please do continue supporting Y/N!!”
  • “and if you didn’t know, we come in a package so do check my channel out too- kidding”
  • “do subscribe, like and comment, this has been Y/N’s wonderful boyfriend, johnny!”
  • after he’s done he has the most satisfied smile on his face
  • and he attacks you with a hug for no reason
  • and your heart just melts because, he’s the funniest yet sweetest person ever??
  • “babe i think i should delete my own channel and join yours instead”

anonymous asked:

another snuggie here~~ my big exam is starting tomorrow on monday and my stress levels are off the scale ㅠㅠ is it alright if i could request a small fantasy!au hyuk? if not, that's alright! your blog gets me through anyway ♡ cant wait for the highschool!haechan au either~ >u<

ahh good luck on your exam!!!
here’s a cute dragon!hyuk au that came to mind hehe,,,,

  • you don’t know if it’s true, but ever since you were little the older kids in town would tell you and others the story of “the cursed prince”
  • the one that was banished to live in the abandoned, rotting castle over the hills that stood daunting and untouched for centuries
  • that this boy, who had been cursed by a witch into an ugly, fire-breathing dragon, was once the bright and handsome son of king. not the king who ruled over your country, but a foreign king who had been traveling through and cruelly left his son to fend for himself alone
  • parents had hushed the older children, pulled them away from you and told you not to believe a word
  • but neither of your parents would allow you to set foot near the hell of the abandoned castle - let alone climb up to to peek inside the place
  • but,,,,,when you were old enough,,,,,,and you were tired of the same “cursed prince” story circulating through the mouths of everyone in town, you decided you would be the one to prove them wrong
  • maybe it was your own itching curiosity, or maybe it was just you being young and hyped for an adventure 
  • but one day, with a little white lie, you managed to pack a simple lunch and a tiny dagger you’d smuggled from the kitchen and set out on a mission to see this cursed prince
  • the castle was quite a hike, you arrived sweating but even your tiredness went away when you gazed on the magnificently large, rusting grey gates
  • the yard was covered in twisted tree roots, dead leaves, and patches of unkempt weeds
  • the door was heavy, but opened with a nudge - the lock was broken and hung pathetically off the door. inside, you could see the crumbling wallpaper and torn up portraits 
  • something had definitely gotten angry in here - everything was broken
  • and that’s when you heard it, the snarling - the tapping of talons on the old floor
  • and then,,,,,,,nothing
  • but you were frozen. you hadn’t expected there to actually be a dragon. or whatever creature you had just heard.
  • without a second thought, you turned and raced for the door, only to hear the flapping of large wings and a large body slam against the door before you could escape
  • in amazement and total fear, you looked at the animal - with brownish-red, almost burnt looking scales. a long tail and wings, much more vibrant and frightening up close.
  • the face, it was a dragon, but the eyes weren’t malicious and mean. they looked,,,,,,,,,,,,like a soft brown,,,,,,,only riddled with a human like sadness 
  • “please,,,,,d-don’t,,,,,,,,,” you began but the dragon huffed and you felt your voice die in your throat
  • “don’t kill you? i won’t.”
  • it spoke,,,,,with a voice so unlike what you’d imagine. not deep, not even crude. boyish, almost,,,,,,,charming
  • “why are you here?”
  • “a-are you the cursed prince,,,,,,,,,?”
  • the dragon’s head dropped, his eyes leaving yours
  • “why are you here?”
  • he repeated and you swallowed
  • “i didn’t think you were real,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • “well you’ve seen me. am i real now?”
  • you shifted finally, could you ,,,,, could you hear a hint of jest in his phrase
  • “i,,,,,,,yes,,,,,,”
  • it was silent and the dragon turned back to face you
  • “i am the most handsome dragon you’ve ever seen, right?”
  • this time you were sure it was jest - this dragon,,,,,,,,,,,,was he playing around???
  • the dragon laughed, or gave some kind of similar motion of it with his head and used his tail to open the door
  • “you look like you might faint right now, and i don’t need that. feel free to go.”
  • you thought the offer sounded good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move
  • the dragon stared back
  • “well?”
  • “are all dragons this funny?”
  • a look of shock overcame him
  • “you know other dragons?”
  • “no, im asking for future reference.”
  • “ah, you like banter. i can appreciate that in a human. but no, im the only funny one. cursed prince or not - i gotta be funny because right now my looks aren’t going for me.”
  • you furrowed your eyebrows
  • “so you are the prince?”
  • “i was, now im just hyuk the dragon.”
  • you repeated his name and the dragon moved a bit across the room - it’s large body managing to look terrifying and graceful at the same time
  • “how does your curse get broken?”
  • the dragon stopped
  • “people don’t stay long enough to ask that question.”
  • “well im asking it.”
  • somehow you weren’t keen on the idea that being snappy with an actual dragon would work to your benefit, but this was a person - well a person trapped
  • “i need to be kissed. the wizard went full on fairytail with me. too bad, no one wants to kiss a dragon in real life.”
  • you thought about it for a moment, but took a step toward him before you realized you’d made up your mind
  • you were gonna kiss this freaking dragon
  • well like give it a kiss on its nose,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and hyuk was shocked at your apparent human bravery, you walked up to him like he wasn’t capable of destroying you in one stomp
  • and leaned in and kissed the scales above his nose 
  • for a second nothing happened and he opened his mouth to be like “well at least you can say you tried”
  • when there was suddenly smoke, so much that it filled the entire castle’s ballroom, wafted out the windows and made you almost pass out
  • and, after 5 minutes of it dwindling down to nothing but the burnt smell, hyuk peered down at his hands
  • his,,,,,,,,,,,,normal human hands
  • the index finger of his right still had the ring his father had given him, the ring that held the key to his country
  • you were coughing, but managed to see hyuk too - prince hyuk
  • standing tall, with broad shoulders, and perfectly sculpted features. for a second you thought you were looking at a statue 
  • “holy hell it worked.”
  • he spoke first, the same charming boyish voice as the dragon
  • you were speechless, but managed to give him a “guess we did it” shrug
  • to be honest you couldn’t say anything because no one mentioned that the cursed prince, as a human, was hot - like handsome sure, but also??????? hot
  • putting his hand out, hyuk urged you to take it
  • and carefully you did, feeling his warm skin and not the scaly - wetness of the dragon he was before
  • “so,,,,,i guess i have to go back and rule my country now and be a prince and stuff.”
  • you looked down at your hand in his and back at him,,,what was he getting at?
  • using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck, hyuk shrugged and added
  • “as a thanks for making me a prince again and stuff, wanna come and rule it with me?”
policeman!jihoon pt.1

a/n;special thanks to my bff @chaeyolks for helping me do this rlly pretty moodboard! also, a last minute idea of mine to write about policeman!jihoon… it came from a dream too

warning: mention of alcohol, please drink wisely; also this is written in the time where all members are legal
                      “you’re illegal, why are you even a police officer?”

  • patched to the violent crimes division but his looks doesn’t fit the job?? like hey, how can someone have such flowery looks and be a police officer in the violent crimes division??
  • though he interned for it when he was in uni, and enjoys his job
  • and also one of the few interns that manage to stay professional
  • he just doesn’t like to,, deal with violence??
  • and the mentions of murders just makes his blood run cold
  • nonetheless he manages to nab the culprit without fail
  • learnt taekwondo during his intern days and has a 6th don black belt
  • teaches little kids taekwondo in his free time to earn some more disposable income
  • ngl the moms all want their kids to be under jihoon just so they can talk to him LOL
  • his position in the police station is ever-changing
  • like,, he could be in the detective department for a month
  • and a patrolling department for another
  • whatever job that has been tasked to him, he does it really well
  • whenever girls ask him what his job was, he would be honest and tell then that he’s in the police force
  • all the girls would swoon,, like jihoon in a police uniform??
  • arrest me pls
  • but he always declines them for drinks because he has to be somewhat awake 24 hours
  • and he never had interest in girls
  • he was notorious for being a complete asshole to girls back in high school
  • he wasn’t a fuccboi
  • but just,, lead them on and tell them he never had interest in them
  • he didn’t fuck, by the way
  • just playing with girls’ feelings
  • however is really soft and gentle with kids
  • there was one time he saw a lost kid at the mall crying and immediately ran to pick him up and comfort him
  • didn’t even bother going to the information counter because he found the kid’s mom in 5 minutes LOL

  • fellow police officer!daniel always drags him along to clubs to mingle with strangers and dance
  • and get girls
  • but jihoon always settles for apple juice or mocktail, nothing alcoholic
  • until he day he met you
  • to be honest, you knew jihoon since high school
  • he was one of the popular ones, you were one of the quieter ones
  • you knew of each others’ existence, but you guys never talked
  • you were in the club for undercover duties,, because apparently there were cases of sleazy dudes tryna spike girls’ drinks
  • and you’re there to bust them
  • meanwhile, jihoon ordered his first alcoholic drink, thanks to daniel
  • it wasn’t anything strong, but jihoon was unsure himself of his alcohol tolerance
  • he did let loose a little, tried to sober himself up by dancing at the dance floor
  • you were taking your seat at the bar, with fellow undercover police officer!baejin(y’all im sorry i had to)
  • you weren’t allowed to drink so you just ordered a passion fruit and mint cooler
  • guys trying to shoot double takes at you often give up, at the sight of baejin’s intimidating face LOL
  • but tipsy jihoon staggered to you, and winked
  • “what is a pretty lady doing at a baAArrrr?!111″
  • “uhm, sir, i think you’re drunk–”
  • “i”M nOt DrUnk bAEEbY, hUnny dO yOu kNow whO I aM?!” jihoon slurred
  • “no, i think we–”
  • “i’M iNSpEctOr pArK jJEehOOOn, work– in tHe GaNGnAM pOlIcE StaSHUNNN”
  • baejin could only laugh at the scene that was unfolding, he knew jihoon as an acquaintance as they have interned together before
  • “y/n, he’s inspector park jihoon under the violent crimes department.”
  • park jihoon, sounds oddly familiar
  • “what is a drunk inspector doing at a bar?” you snickered
  • “beats me,” baejin shrugged, “i think we should call it a day, daniel-hyung is here anyway.”
  • “then what are we gonna do about this,” you pointed to jihoon, who was now slumped over the table, “inspector?”
  • “let’s just bring him to the police station, we need to report there anyway.”
  • so now with jihoon on baejin’s back, walking to the car
  • “cAnn I bUYYYY yOu a DrIIIINKkkkkkk”
  • “no you can’t, you’re out of the club” baejin huffed, hoisting jihoon into the backseat of the car
  • you sat at the backseat of the car, to make sure jihoon doesn’t puke 
  • “dAAnIeLLLL hYunGGGg i HaTe yOuuuu,,,,, wHy dO yOu alllllWays aSK mE to Get yOOU gUUUURrrlssss??!?!”
  • this was really humourous, so you decided to record whatever nonsense jihoon was saying in his drunken state
  • “lieutenant hWanGGGGg wHY dO yOU alWAYSSSS /hiccups/ cHangE mY dEPARtmeeeeNt?1 aM i dOing nOt gooOOOOD enOUgggh??”
  • luckily, the police station was just a 5-minute drive from the club, and this time you tried to carry jihoon on you back
  • “y/n, i can do it–”
  • “it’s okay, i can handle him.”
  • and damn, it was quite a sight, a girl carrying a man on his back to a police station
  • “y/n, its nice to– oh my god” minhyun sees jihoon on your back, then hides his face in his hands
  • “lieutenant hwang, i found inspector park at the club im going undercover for, and he seems drunk.”
  • “did he do anything?”
  • “no, except asking sergeant bae for a drink, and asking me what i’m doing in a club, sir”
  • you whipped out your phone and showed minhyun the video recording of jihoon’s drunk talking,, minhyun was trying hard not to laugh, his face was turning red
  • “sir, inspector park even–” baejin tried to add on, but you covered his mouth
  • “if there is nothing, sir, we will take our leave.” you bowed, dragging baejin along with you
  • once the both of you were out of the station, you pulled baejin’s ear,,
  • “yah bae jinyoung-ssi, do you want me to lose my job?!”
  • “no, i was–”
  • “i’ll tell lieutenant hwang to give you extra duty, he likes me more than you anyway”
  • “y/f/n, i’m 1 year older than you.”
  • “hwang minhyun is my brother–”
  • “oKAY YOU WIN”

  • the next day, jihoon wakes up with a splitting headache
  • and realises that he isn’t at home
  • he’s at the police station
  • with a newspaper on top of him
  • he wasn’t in his office,
  • but the lieutenant’s office
  • he was highkey fucked
  • as soon as he tried to escape, he bumped into minhyun
  • “good morning, inspector park.” minhyun smiled, handing him a cup of coffee
  • “g-good morning, lieutenant hwang.”
  • “so what happened last night?” minhyun took his seat across jihoon
  • “l-last night?” jihoon gulped
  • “my sister had to carry you to the police station, inspector park.”
  • “y-your sister?”
  • “sergeant y/l/n”
  • “w-who..?”
  • minhyun showed jihoon the recording of him yesterday, jihoon could only smile grimly, with his head down low
  • “can you explain yourself?”
  • “i, am gravely wrong, lieutenant hwang.”
  • “i’m glad you know that, and i heard you called y/n pretty?”
  • “p-p-pretty?!”
  • “yeah, sergeant bae told me you tried to hit on her.”
  • jihoon hid his face in his hands, as minhyun patted his back
  • “don’t worry, i won’t tell the higher ups about this, i’ll just give you extra duty.”

to be continued…

wjsn for newbies here we go

BACKSTORY so cosmic girls/wjsn is made up of four units (wonder, joy, sweet, and natural) and is the baby sister girl group to sistar and monsta x. they are WILDLY gay and chaotic (have been coined the Chaos Family by yours truly). their concept is that they are from space and thats it thats the concept so space is gay. theyve had two comebacks and had a member in ioi and a member who participated in girl spirit

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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung (two)

Originally posted by jjks

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series.

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Written On This Skin - Soulmate! Luke Hemmings

A/N - Hey! This is a complete version of my series of Written on this skin, which was a 13 part series. This is 13,447 words. I’m sorry for those who don’t want to read this and have to endure endless scrolling. 



“‘History test - Tuesday, Psych hw pages 120-124’, and oh look ‘coffee with Tom 5pm.’ Its like she forgets she has a Soulmate!” Luke wines to his bandmate, Ashton. Ashton was the only one left who would listen to his nagging about a soulmate.

Once your soulmate is born, whatever you write on your skin will appear on their’s. With the annoying exception of specific locations and full names. Luke particularly didn’t like that rule, because whenever he tried to write to his soulmate he could never put his full name down.

Trying to communicate with your soulmate through writing is very common, and most of the time people find loopholes to the system, song lyrics for example. But Luke’s soulmate was not having it. She wouldn’t respond to anything he wrote. Instead just putting little notes for herself on her body. It drove Luke crazy, looking at all these little notes about her life, but not being able to be there with her.

“Ashton, I’m never going to find her,” Luke whines. Ashton shakes his head, “Maybe its not a her” He says with a smirk

Luke groans at Ashton’s antics. “Let me check…. Yeah I’m positive its a her.” Luke snaps back, causing Ashton to laugh. “I just wish i could be like… Hey its me Luke Hemmings and then like meet her at a concert or something,” Luke dreams

“You’re so lazy.” Ashton accused. “It should be more natural than that. ‘Hey Im Luke Hemmings come find me’” Ashton says, mocking the boy next to him.

“But that’s exactly what you did. You told Emily that you were the drummer in 5 seconds of summer, and you met at a concert” Luke accused back at the drummer.

“So? You can’t just take our story” Emily says coming into the room. The rest of the boys from 5sos had already found their soulmates, Luke is the last one still stuck wondering. Luke liked the rest of the girls, they were down to earth and they are all fans of 5sos previously.

“Hey, Em, How should I get my soulmates attention?” Luke asks the girl, who sat down next to Ash. It’s common to have the girls on tour with them since after a few days of not seeing your soulmate, you will get ill or be in physical pain.

Emily contemplates the question for a second before saying, “Have you tried to write her some song lyrics?”

“You mean like Michael and Jackie?” Luke asks, trying to remember their soul story.

“Damn, I forgot about that!” Emily yells, causing a scolding from Ash for swearing. “I don’t know, do what feels right”

“What feels right right now is to call her out on stage,” Luke mutters, but Ashton and Emily hear him.

“Do what?”

“Thats a bad idea” Emily and Ashton say this at the same time, causing them to look at each other and smile. Then they are back to serious-problem-solving-couple.

“Have you never read a fanfic?” Emily asks, her eyes wide.

“Not really,” Luke answers scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, I’ll tell you how this ends. Thousands of girls are going to claim to be your soulmate, and then you are going to actually think one of them is, and then one day your going to discover that they aren’t and you and your soulmate are going to be heartbroken. Trust me Luke. Let fate do its thing.” Emily explains to Luke. Luke doesn’t have a comeback this time.

He stares angrily at his skin.

Y/N stares angrily at her skin.

She wishes she was clever enough to come up with song lyrics to tell him where she was and maybe who she is. When Y/N was younger she claimed that she wanted her soulmate to come naturally. No loopholes, no nothing. So here she was stuck writing stupid notes on her hand, so he at least knows she exists. He used to write back, with clever lyrics. It killed her to not respond.

Y/N gets a text on her phone suddenly. It’s her best friend. She had been blabbering on about a concert in a couple days that she couldn’t get tickets to. You were a fan of the band but not a huge fan. She just texted you that she won some tickets. You decide to write a quick note on your arm about the concert

Luke is surprised when he sees whats written on his arm now.

“Guys look!” He yells, calling his bandmates and their girlfriends over. They all ooh and ahh at the ink on his arm.


“5sos Thurs. 5pm” was written on Luke’s arm. He couldn’t be happier. He was going to meet his soulmate in two days. His heart hasn’t stopped beating wildly for the past hour when the note showed up. Maybe this is her way of communicating? Maybe she wanted him to come… well jokes on her he’s performing.

“How am i going to find her though?” Luke asks the group… again. When the news spread among the band that she was going to be at the concert everyone was excited and jumping around. Now, an hour later, everyone has dulled a little, well except for Luke.

This will complete everything that Luke has ever wanted. Luke wanted to be in a good band with his best mates, check. Luke wants a soulmate to share his success with. He wants someone who he can bring along on tour with him and will enjoy it. Luke wants to give someone the world.

“Should I write back?” Luke asks his friends. They all perk up at the new proposition.

“Um Fuck yeah!” Yells Emily, Ashton’s soulmate.

“Don’t fucking swear” Ashton scolds, just as he did to the band in the early days.

“I don’t care… Im punk rock!” Emily yells, stealing Michaels infamous line.  She throws her hands into the air. Ashton takes the chance to squeeze her sides making her giggle like a little girl. Luke watches this all go down, excited that one day soon he will have that. He will have a girl that he can tease, and love. And she will love him back too.

“Hey thats my line!” Michael yells playfully.

Luke turns to the rest of the group, “What do you think?” Everyone nods in agreement with Emily. Luke is practically jumping in his seat now. “what should i write?”

“Something mysterious,” Says Jackie, Michael’s soulmate. She pops a can of soda open and take a huge gulp. Michael reaches to the bottom of the can and pretends to lift up. The rest of the group laughs at what could’ve happened if Michael decided to shove the can.

“How about something simple, like hey ima be there too,” Calum proposes, being sensible for once. Luke nods along to the idea.

“How about a little of both? Mysterious yet simple?” Emily proposes. She grabs Jackie’s can of soda and takes a big swig out of it, causing Jackie to yell, “hey!”  

Luke leans over and places his arm on the Desk in the Hotel room. Everybody crowds around awaiting what he is about to write.

He places the pen down on his arm and begins to write.

She places the pen down on the paper and begins to write.

Essays for this and Essays for that. There is always so much work to be done. It’s while Y/N is doing her work her arm begins to tickle. She looks down to see words appearing onto her arm after so long.

“I’ll be looking out into the crowed for you” What the hell does that mean? He’ll be looking out into the crowed? You look at the other things you’ve written on your arm as if it’ll give you an explanation. You finally spot something that may be of help. “5sos Thurs. 5pm” Was he talking about that concert?

You faintly remember that all the boys had their soulmates, but to check you look it up. Luke Hemmings. He was the only one who didn’t have a soulmate. Then you think its ridiculous and look up the opening act, Hey Violet. The two boys in the band had already found their soulmates, and you were pretty sure you weren’t into girls.

So you were left with Luke Hemmings. Lead singer. Loved by many. It was a split second decision. You know it was going against your promise, but you had to write back.

“‘Lead Singer?’ guys! she wrote back!” Luke yelled, even though his friends were only a few feet away. Everybody quickly starts to ask him what it says.

“She asked if i was the lead singer!” Luke yells, he grabs a marker and writes back.

“Yes” Was the immediate response Y/N got. Her breath hitches.

“Two days” Is what Luke got in return. He would see his soulmate in two days.


It seemed to good to be true. The radio station had given Y/N and Alyssa (your friend who won the tickets), backstage passes too. She was going to be able to see him before the show. He was going to know who Y/N was, in just a couple of hours.

This is when it begun.

First It was the curling iron. Alyssa’s hair just has to be curled, because if Michael saw her, there was no way she would have strait hair. So Y/N had to go to the store to get a curling iron, but only a specific type of curling iron. It had to be one with a ceramic iron. So Y/N got the correct curling iron after driving to about three stores to find it. Then once Alyssa’s hair is properly curled, you were off.

Second, you had started about an hour later than you planned, but you were scheduled to get there on time, well if it weren’t for the traffic. When you think of traffic you think of plenty of cars on the road, but you were moving. Even if it was just a little. This was stand-still traffic. It would take you an hour to get there without traffic, but now it had taken five.

Y/N missed the concert. She missed the concert by a long shot. I they wouldn’t even let the girls into the venue, since there was only about ten minutes left when they got there.

It killed Y/N to miss it. Not just miss the Meet & Greet, but the whole concert.

Luke had kept on putting little cute notes on his arm. They were small things like “I can’t wait to see you” or “I will always find you in a crowed” and the ever so famous words that Michael wrote on his arm, “Hey you got a bangin’ body” in which Luke wrote under “from Michael”

Luke assumed that when he got on stage, that he would get a feeling, or his eyes would meet her’s. Or any of the cliche’s that Emily, Ashton’s soulmate, was feeding him. But there was nothing. There was no feeling, no eye contact, and no explanation written on his skin.

When they all got off stage the first time, the boys all looked at Luke for an explanation. They were all prepared to stop in the middle of any song, just incase he found her. Luke never stopped though. He never stopped a song, and he never stopped looking for her.

“Did you see her?” Michael asks, bouncing on his toes.

“Nothing. I didn’t see her. I didn’t even feel like she was there!” Luke cried out. “Maybe its some joke that she’s playing on me?” Luke wonders

“Thats a sick joke, if she is” Ashton says, and the other boys agree with him.

“C’mon we gotta go back onstage,” Luke says and they all run out again.

When the boys go back to the dressing room, the girls were waiting for them. Emily, Ashton’s soulmate comes running and jumps on Luke, causing Ashton to give out a little whine, “She’s my soulmate”

“Where is she? Where?” Emily says, bouncing around, trying to get a good look over Luke’s shoulder.

“She wasn’t out there,” Luke says gruffly, causing the whole room to still. The girls were very excited to meet the last person in their own foursome. The girls Emily, Jackie (Michaels soulmate), and Alex (Calum’s soulmate), all became very close with each other on tour. Although there always felt like something was missing in the small group of girls, they always assumed that it was because Luke’s soulmate wasn’t there.

“What?” Emily says in complete surprise

“She wasn’t out there,” Luke repeats pushing past the girls and flopping down on one of the couches. He looks down at his arm again, hoping that she would give him some type of explanation to why she just ditched him.

Its about an hour or so later when they leave the stadium to go to their hotel rooms. The stadium is empty, just like Luke’s heart. They ride up in the elevator, and break apart to go to their respective hotel rooms. Once again, Luke was left with a single king bed in his room, and nobody to share it with. He sits down and contemplates what could’ve happened tonight… if only she showed up!

Michael bursts into Luke’s room. “We’re getting McDonalds, wanna come?” He asks

‘No’ was ready on the edge of Lukes lips, but he just couldn’t push it out. Instead he nods and goes with the blond boy.

“Lets go to McDonalds!” Y/N begs her friend, Alyssa.


“I’m hungry!” It was a lie. She wasn’t hungry. She just didn’t want to leave yet. Her soulmate was only going to be in this area for today and tomorrow, and she already wasted today. Y/N just wanted to stay in the area in hopes to see him. She didn’t write anything on her arm to tell him. What would she say? ‘hey sorry there was traffic?’ Pathetic. Alyssa didn’t know to boot. How were you supposed to tell your best friend, “hey the guy your crushing on? In that band? Yeah he’s my soulmate”. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well. Alyssa would probably use it to boost her Twitter fame or message Luke.

Y/N and Alyssa were sitting in a booth near the door when Alyssa spots them.

“Omg, Oh my lord, Its them!” She stage whispers to Y/N.

“Who?” Y/N asks turning in her seat. Alyssa reaches out and snags Y/N’s arm, pulling her back down into her seat.

“Don’t look!” Alyssa says like its the most obvious thing in the world. “Its Five Seconds of Summer!” She says with a little yelp and giggle. “And their soulmates,” Alyssa adds on darkly. Alyssa would like to say that the fandom liked the soulmates, and they totally do! But everyone in the fandom can’t help but be a little salty that they weren’t 5sos’s soulmates. Luke is still up for grabs though. Nobody knows who his soulmate could be.

“I’m going to go talk to them” Y/N announces to Alyssa, about to stand up.

“What? are you crazy? You gotta play it cool!” Alyssa insist, standing up herself. Y/N lets out a little laugh at the memory of Alyssa’s last ‘playing it cool’ act.

Y/N leans back in her side of the booth. “go ahead, i’l watch from here!” Y/N says, just as Luke spots her.


Luke couldn’t breath. That was her, sitting in the booth, just across the McDonalds. He could take three steps (five for a regular sized person) and he would be in reaching distance with his soulmate. His heart couldn’t take it. He takes a step towards her.

Luke’s friends looks at him with curiosity. Wondering why he was looking at some girl in the middle of a McDonalds like she was his hope.

Then it hit Emily, Ashton’s soulmate, like a ton of bricks, “Guys! Do you think that’s her?” Emily stage whispers to the rest. Everyone gives suspicious nods.

Then Luke bumps into Alyssa.

Y/N watches Luke and Alyssa from the booth. “Excuse me,” Luke says, trying to be polite, his attention was on the girl in the booth. He tries to step around Alyssa. Alyssa moves to block his way again.

“Oh! I am just so sorry!” Alyssa says. Y/N watches as she pretends to drop something and proceeds to stick her butt in Luke’s face. Y/N silently giggles from her seat a few feet away. Alyssa was not the smoothest person… like ever. Y/N stands slightly to get a better angle

Then Y/N makes eye contact with Luke. The whole world stopped. His eyes were as blue as the liquid they use in pad commercials. His dirty blonde hair flopped down across his forehead. He licked his lips, darkening the shade slightly.

Then Luke makes eye contact with her. The whole world stopped. Her hair, her clothes, she just looks perfect. You could say she looks so perfect standing there.

Y/N watches from a distance, although every inch of her body wanted to go to her soulmate. As much as she wants to actually meet Luke, Y/N also wanted to see what Alyssa would do next. A good friend would save her form embarrassment, a best friend would watch… then help.

“Sorry!” Alyssa says again as Luke tries to move around her again and she blocks him… again. “Such a klutz!” She yells.

“Oh my lord! Move bitch!” The girl holding hands with Ashton yells. Her name is Emily if Y/N could remember it correctly. Alyssa looks taken aback and Y/N thinks this is a good time to say something.

“Hey! Don’t talk to my best friend like that!” Y/N yells back, moving out of the booth. Then she adds in a stage whisper, “bitch.” Emily gasps, tugging her hand out of Ashton’s.

“You want to go right now?” Emily yells, and Ashton places a hand on Emily’s shoulder. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was for reassurance or to hold her back, if necessary. Y/N is not one to back down from a fight, but now way was she a fighter herself. Luke looks at Y/N with wide eyes.

“You just insulted my best friend! Of course I’ll fight you!” Y/N screams. Everybody in the McDonalds is looking at them now. The employees were frozen in place, watching, but unsure of what to do. Do they call the cops? There wasn’t a fight… at least not yet.
“Stop it!” Luke abruptly yells. It causes the two girls to shut up for a moment, giving Luke their attention. Luke turns to Emily, “Please shut up, she’s my soulmate!” He says in a stage whisper, hoping to sway her. Emily grumbles a little, but keeps her mouth shut. Then Luke does something nobody was expecting. He takes the last two steps between Y/N and him and wraps Y/N in his arms.

It’s like coming home, Y/N decides. Y/N never really had a home, she moved a lot and her parents were a nightmare. Luke, he felt warm, like baking cookies in the oven or talking to a best friend. He smelled of sweat, but Y/N didn’t mind.

It took a minute, but Luke finally breaks apart from her. It felt to Y/N as if she is suddenly missing something. She is missing his warmth.

“I thought you said you were going to be at the concert,” Luke says, cupping Y/N’s face in his hands.

“There was traffic, and a curling iron mishap,” Y/N begins to explain when suddenly she heard a screech. Y/N quickly pulls away from Luke to face her best friend, Alyssa.

“YOU KNEW!” Alyssa yells so loud that the restaurant shakes a little. “How long?” Alyssa demands.

“A few days,” Y/N says shyly.

“A FEW DAYS?” Alyssa yells again, in disbelief. “You didn’t tell me for a few days? I thought we told each other everything!” Alyssa yells, broken hearted.

“How was i supposed to tell you?” Y/N says despretly, she looks around at the restaurant for an answer. Y/N notices a few phones pulled out and pointed, no doubtedly on the camera app. “Let’s not do this here, Alyssa,” Y/N begs.

“You didn’t tell me about Tom, you didn’t tell me about the trip to Paris, and now this? Are we even friends?”


“You went on that trip and didn’t tell me! You were gone for days, and you wouldn’t pick up your phone!” Alyssa yells. Y/N had really messed up this time. Y/N, over the past few years had a streak with Alyssa of not telling her what was going on in her life, breaking their first and vital rule as best friends: tell each other everything.

Tears were streaming down Y/N’s face now, Luke reaches over to wipe them away, but Y/N instinctively swats his hand away. “I said I was sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Luke!”

“Sorry isn’t enough this time! I hope you have fun with your new friends.” With that Alyssa storms out.

Y/N was out of words. What just happened? One second she was defending her friend, then she met her soulmate? Then she gets into a fight with her friend? Y/N is left in the middle of McDonalds looking around for her own answer. Emily opens her mouth to speak, but Ashton quickly puts a hand over it, silencing whatever she was about to say.

Y/N turns to Luke, knowing what she had to do next. “I have to go after her,” Y/N says, as the only explanation. Then Y/N ran out into the warm summer night after her friend.

Luke was left in a McDonalds, phones pointed at him, his friends staring, and with absolutely nothing. He has nothing of her, not even a name. He didn’t have a phone number. He didn’t have a picture. The only thing he had was a memory.


Y/N runs out of the restaurant. Her head is still spinning. It seemed like everything was going okay and then it all turned on the head. She still couldn’t really grasp what happened. All Y/N knows now is that she needs to find her best friend. Y/N’s head is on a swivel, looking left and right.

Y/N lets out a small breath of relief, when she spots Alyssa’s tight ringlets. Y/N rushes over to the girl, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Alyssa…” Y/N says.

“What?” Alyssa snaps, wriggling out of Y/N’s hold and snapping around to look at her.

“I’m sorry.”

“You always say that! And I always forgive you! Y/N… this was your soulmate. All I wanted was to be excited for you and experience it with you! Instead you ignore me!” Alyssa yells, grabbing tightly onto Y/N’s arms, trying to get her point across.

“I’m sorry! I was just so worried about what you might say or do, if I told you he was Luke Hemmings.” You try to explain, “I was worried you might try something or I don’t know,”

“You do know though,” Alyssa accused correctly.

“Yeah. I was worried that you would be jealous and try to use me to get to my soulmate,” You admit, worried what she might say.

“I’m a friend first, Y/N. I’m a fangirl second,” Alyssa says. And thats all you need to embrace each other again. “I still don’t forgive you about the Paris thing though,” Alyssa says, surprising Y/N, “But I will forget,” Alyssa ends, causing both girls to laugh for a second.

They only laughed for a second, because then Alyssa’s big clunky purse was stolen. The girls glance at each other for a moment before running after the criminal. The girls were both in track, and although the guy was fast, the girls had technique to fall back onto. When reaching the guy, Y/N jumps onto his back, bringing him down, due to his unsteadiness. Alyssa reaches the thief second, she grabs her purse and proceeds to kick the man on his side. Y/N stands up herself and proceeds to do the same.

So thats how the three of them, a robber, Alyssa, and Y/N ended up in the back of a cop car. The girls were in there for Public Assault, while the robber for, well, robbing. The girls look at each other and gives out a silent giggle. This is one hell of a night.

This is one hell of a night, Luke thought. He and the rest of the band decide to get food and wait, hopefully Luke’s soulmate would come back. Luke thinks over his night. His soulmate missed his concert, but he found her in a McDonalds, picking a fight with Emily (Ashton’s soulmate). Then once Luke gets Emily to shut up, her friend… Alyssa was it? She starts yelling at his soulmate. Then Alyssa storms out, causing Y/N to leave only saying, “I have to go after her.” So yeah, it’s been one hell of a night for Luke.

It was about and hour or so later, since they finished their meal, and still no sign of Luke’s soulmate. Luke finds himself tapping to an unknown beat, and ignoring his friends conversation. All Luke can do is stare at he door, hoping that his mysterious soulmate would appear.

Its another hour later when Alex, Calum’s soulmate suggests that they go back to the hotel. “No” was Luke’s first response.

“She might go to the Hotel,” Alex tries to rationalize.

“No, I’m sure she’ll come here,” Luke demands. The rest of the group nods a little, but Alex continues to push.

“How about some of us go to the hotel, just incase?” Alex says. Luke suspects that she is just tired. Of all the girls, Luke has spend the least time with Alex. So there is not much allegiance between the two of them. A wave of anger washes over Luke, didn’t Alex realize how important this is? She had already found her soulmate, but Luke is left empty. Didn’t she remember when she first met Calum? Didn’t she remember the best day of her life? Didn’t she realize that the best day of his life was just pulled out from under Luke’s feet?

“She has a point,” Calum says after a few beats of nothing. Luke nods, understanding. If his soulmate was here he would back her up no matter what happened. “Me and Alex will go back,” Calum says, standing with Alex. They are about to walk away from the table when Luke speaks.

“Please just stay in the Lobby? Just incase?” Luke asks of his friend. Luke knows that plenty of fans know where they’re staying, and so one girl, claiming to be Luke’s soulmate would not be let through. Even if she was the real thing. Calum gives Luke a subtle nod and they leave.

Luke places his head in his hands. Its been three hours since they finished their food. He could tell that everybody just wanted to go back to the hotel. They stayed for Luke though.

“Luke,” Ashton says, breaking the silence. The noise of talking died out about a half hour ago. Now all was left was little comments. “Luke, look at my phone,” Ashton passes his phone over to his friend. Then there she was. Luke lifts the phone, gently into his hands. On the phone is a video that was posted to twitter of Luke’s soulmate shouting at Emily, Luke hugging her, and then Alyssa shouting at his soulmate. The caption on the tweet, “Luke’s soulmate?” There wasn’t a clear picture of her, her back faced towards the camera. But Luke would know her anywhere.

Luke looks up for the first time in a while. Hope is written on Ashton’s and Emily’s eyes. reassurance was in Mikey’s eyes, and Jackie (Michael’s soulmate) is sleeping on Michael’s shoulder. Although Calum and Alex wasn’t here, he knew that they would be in the lobby, waiting for her to show up. All Luke could think about is how lucky he is to have these friends. That and he understands why she had to leave.

“Um, I’m sorry but you have to leave,” An employee says, sneaking up on the group. They collectively jump. They give him a dumb look. “It’s midnight, and we need to close,” He says as an explanation.

So they all stood, Mikey woke up Jackie, and they left. All Luke could think, is why didn’t she come back?


It’s the Morning when Y/N and Alyssa are released from the Police station. They had a court date in hand, and they were free to go. Alyssa has her phone whipped out in her had as Y/N calls a taxi.

“Did you find it yet?” Y/N asks anxiously. She tries to peer over at Alyssa’s phone, but Alyssa expertly moves it away.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Alyssa yells as the taxi pulled up. “Got it!” Alyssa yells, stepping into the taxi. Alyssa gives and Address to the driver and they are off.

When they arrive, there is a crowed of girls bunched at the door. They scream for Calum and his soulmate Alex. Y/N and Alyssa push through the crowed, (not easily, mind you) and they reach the door where there is a body guard posted. Y/N pushes past Alyssa to talk to the guard.

He beats her to the punch though, “May I see your keycard miss?” He asks, focusing his attention to Y/N.

“I don’t have one,” Y/N says, and is about to continue when he cuts her off.

“No keycard, no entry, sorry,” He says, not sounding sorry at all.

“Please let me in, Luke’s my soulmate,” Y/N begs, knowing that this is her only way in.

“Hah,” The body guard gives out a half-laugh, “That’s what they all say!” With that he dismisses the girls.

Y/N and Alyssa take a look at each other, before starting to scream with the rest of the girls. They yelled for Calum and Alex, who was standing in the Lobby of the hotel talking, and occasionally looking out into the crowed.

Then Calum spots her. It’s the girl that Luke claims to be his soulmate. She showed up. “Oh my god!” Calum says, rushing to the door. Alex, Calum’s soulmate, looks at him in curiosity. Calum turns around, “Thats her right?” Calum asks and Alex gives him an encouraging nod.

Calum saw her, they were in. The girls stood inside of the hotel lobby, looking at Calum and Alex. “So you’re Luke’s soulmate?” Calum asks Y/N. She nods, “Cool what’s your name?”

“Y/N” She responds. After a few beats of silence, she talks again, “Where is Luke?”

Luke slept in the Lobby last night, in hopes that she would show up at the hotel. Then, in the morning when she didn’t show, he left for the McDonalds with Emily, Ashton, Jackie, and Michael. They left Calum and Alex back at the Hotel just incase she went there. The fans had all had found her twitter account, after seeing the video of her, and so the boys followed her. His soulmate wasn’t following the boy’s twitter though so they couldn’t DM her.

Luke’s leg begins to vibrate, causing Luke to whip out his phone to look at the caller ID. Once he sees the name on the screen, he quickly picks it up.

“Calum? Whats going on? Did you find her?” His questions come out all at once. Spilling from his mouth like truths. Ashton, Emily, Jackie, and Michael’s eyes were quickly on the boy. They look at him with interest, ready to hear what Calum has to say.

“Um, It’s not Calum,” Says a female voice over the phone. Her voice sounds angelic. Like an orchestra playing. Luke knows immediately who it is, sitting up straighter, he prepares himself for the conversation at hand.

“Yeah?” Luke asks to fill the silence.

“Yeah, It’s Y/N,” She says. Luke silently mouthes the name, testing it on his lips. “um your soulmate?” She adds on, to jog his memory.

“I’ll be at the Hotel in five minutes,” Luke says standing up, causing the rest of the group to stand also.

“Okay,” She says and Luke hangs up the phone. He could talk to her all day, but he’d rather talk to her in person. Luke bursts through the McDonalds door and start running. The rest of his friends start sprinting behind him, calling his name occasionally. All Luke could think about is getting to the Hotel. When outside the Hotel, Luke and the rest are bombarded. Luke continues to push his way through the crowed, forgetting manners. When Luke reaches the door, the body guard immediately recognizes him and opens the door. Luke mumbles out a quick thanks, but then he sees her.

“Oh my god,” Luke whispers running to Y/N and wrapping her in a hug. He pulls her head to his chest and cradles her there. He can’t believe he found her; his soulmate. She breaths out, and takes a deep breath of his scent. He smelt like McDonalds and sweat, but she knew that she would grow to love it. It’s a minute or so before Y/N speaks.

“Luke-“ She begins to say, trying to pull away.

“Let’s talk upstairs?” Luke quickly asks. Y/N nods along to his idea, and the nine of them travel to the Elevator and to Luke’s room.

Luke, and Y/N sit on the bed, next to each other and Luke catches Y/N’s hand in his own; causing red to spread across Y/N’s cheeks. Alyssa stays standing next to Y/N. Michael sits on a chair next to the bed and Jackie sits on his lap. Emily and Alex sit on the bed next to Luke.

“So who the hell are you?” Emily asks, nodding her head to Alyssa. Y/N is prepared to jump up and defend her best friend, but with a sharp tug on her arm by Luke she says sitting.

“She’s my best friend, I thought I made that clear,” Y/N growls. Her guard is up, and she is ready to jump up incase of another attack on her friend.

“Y/N calm down,” Alyssa says, her stance also defensive.

“She shouldn’t talk to you, or anyone that way!” Y/N says. Emily herself looks like she is ready to fight.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Emily yells, defending herself.

Alyssa and Y/N ignore her this time. Their eyes meet and they both silently agree that she isn’t worth their time. “Luke what are we going to do?” Y/N ask her soulmate.

“What do you mean?” Luke asks genuinely curious.

“I mean, what are we going to do about being apart? If we’re apart for too long we’ll get sick” Y/N says

“Simple, you come on tour with us,” Luke easily proposes. He doesn’t see why this is so much of an issue. The other girls did it.

“I can’t come on tour with you,” Y/N says, and the whole room freezes.


There is a collective breath in the room before it starts.



“What do you mean can’t come on tour?”

The boys and their girl’s shouted these things at Y/N making her want to curl up in a ball and leave. It was true though, she couldn’t go on tour. She is in the middle of Finals Week in her last year of College. There is no way she’s giving up her dream for her Soulmate. Y/N has always wanted more. Everybody else seems content just having a soulmate, but Y/N wants a life. A life outside of her relationship.

“I mean, I can’t come on tour. At least not for a few days. Its finals week,” Y/N says, looking directly at Luke.

The shouting starts. They boys yell to screw school and that her soulmate is more important than an education. Their girls start off at the boys side, but slowly start to side with Y/N and Alyssa. The girls draw upon their own lives and what they gave up to be with the boys.

“I was going to be a doctor!”

“So your job is more ‘important’ than my dream job?”

“I may not have had a plan, but I didn’t need you,”

These are all quotes from the girls yelling at the boys. The boys, excluding Luke, yell back their own small comments, but what could they say? The girls did give up their lives to be on tour with the boys. Sure they seems to enjoy it, but they always had other dreams outside of the boys and their dreams.

“What should we do?” Luke whispers to Y/N. The yelling of the girls and boys continue in the background, but neither Y/N nor Luke is worried about them. They’re soulmates, they’ll work it out. They have to. It’s written into their genes.

“I have to finish Finals. I’ll come to wherever you are in like four days?” Y/N asks. She had been thinking about this for hours now. She couldn’t ask Luke to leave the band for her, so he can’t ask her to leave her life to go to him.

“Okay,” Luke says agreeing to her plan. It’s not that Luke didn’t think that Y/N would have her own life before him, he just thought that he life wouldn’t be so much of a problem. He just thought that she would want to be with him, her soulmate, more than she would want to be…well whatever her profession was. Was being her soulmate not enough for her? Was being Luke Hemmings not enough? He is successful, and he’s always told how handsome he is. What else could he do?

“Do you have a phone charger?” Y/N asks. Her phone died sometime during the police investigation, and she needed to check some things for a school project.

“Sure” Luke says, taking her phone and plugging it into his charger. The couples were still fighting about god-knows-what. They had moved off the topic of what they had to give up to be with the boys and were spread out into their own arguments now.

“Yo!” Alyssa suddenly yells, shutting everybody up.

“What?” Jackie says annoyed. Her finger is poised into Michaels chest. Michael looks more frightened than he ever has before.

“Nothing, this is just getting stupid. And we have the computer final in three hours,” Alyssa says looking at Y/N, “So what are the two of you going to do?” She says bluntly.

“I’ll catch up to the tour in four days; after finals,” Y/N says. All the girls give approving nods. While the boys look a little bug eyed.

“What if Luke gets sick,”

“We can’t lose out lead singer,”

“Just come with us”

Emily grabs Ashton’s collar and tugs him down to her height. “You are Lucky she is willing to come on this stupid tour,” Emily looks at the rest of the guys now, “So shut up,” She says darkly.

Y/N and Alyssa make eye contact after Emily says her thing; they both whisper a quick “Damn.” Michael, still looks frightened, while Calum stage whispers, “Whipped.” Luke just stays seated on the bed looking at Y/N like its the last time he’s going to see her. Y/N stands, preparing herself for what she is about to say.

“Alyssa is right, I need to go,” Y/N says, then she leans down and kisses Luke on the cheek, leaving the whole room surprised. She grabs her phone off the charger, a glowing 5% lit up in the top corner. It will have to do. Y/N and Alyssa are halfway out the door when Luke yells.

“Wait!” He yells, Y/n and Alyssa turn around, expecting the worse. Luke just takes Y/N’s phone out of her hand and inserts his name and number into it. “Okay baby,” He says, then leaning down to peck Y/N on her cheek. The girls ‘aww” in the background, followed by groans from the boys.

“I’ll see you in four days,”

“Four days,”

Then she left, again.


“All will come to a happy end” Y/N whispers to herself. She was on her way to Holmdel New Jersey. Thats where the boys were today, along with their soulmates. She just finished her last semester at college. Her final grades will be in soon. Y/N is secretly happy that she chose a career that she can do on the road with Luke.

What Y/N was not happy about was the twitter notifications. It had been after her Computer final. She doesn’t have notifications on regularly, but if she had they would’ve been bombarded. When Y/N saw the little red bubble in the corner of her app with over one hundred notifications on it she was shocked, and a little scared. Y/N is always happy with being unknown. She loved being anonymous, having nobody know her, having nobody pry into her private life. Y/N would have to admit that she would miss it. It’s inevitable now that she’s the Luke Hemming’s soulmate that people would be curious.

Y/N understood their curiosity to some extent. She understood that they loved Luke and wanted to make sure she was treating him well. She sometimes looked up celebrities and did the same thing. Did they really need to know her middle name though? Or the town she grew up in? It was ridiculous. Why do they have to care about her? She is just supposed to be a nobody, but here she was, soulmates to Luke Fucking Hemmings.

Y/N arrives at the Hotel and parks her car in the lot. Outside the doors there was bunches of fans. Y/n expected to just walk through, unstopped, because she is a nobody right? Wrong. When the fans get a first glimpse of her, her name “Y/N” and “Luke’s soulmate” ran through he crowed of girls. They don’t move from the door though, not wanting to give up their spots. When she gets in reaching distance there is asks for her picture and autograph, which amazes her. Why do they care?

Y/N takes a few awkward pictures, and signs a few random strips of paper and walks inside. She never thought she would have to do that. She never wanted to do that. She only did it because she had waited outside of hotels before, trying to get a glimpses of her favorite bands. She knows what its like to be ignored before.

Luke and her have been texting and they were staying in the same hotel room on the fourth floor. He was in soundcheck right now, so she would have to get the keycard from one of the girls that was left behind. Y/N tugs on her suitcase to bring it into the hotel elevator next to her and presses the button labeled “4.”

Thats when the dreaded thinking starts. She feels so torn right now. There is Luke, but there is also her career. She left Alyssa for Luke, but if she could choose who would she choose? Probably Alyssa. Y/N doesn’t know Luke that well. She knows that one day she will love Luke, but right now, she feels more loyal to Alyssa. Does that make her a bitch? Probably. Y/N wants a career outside of Luke. She needs to feel productive, not just a trophy wife. or girlfriend. or whatever they are. She settles it in her mind, she may have had to leave Alyssa, but she won’t leave her career. As soon as she settles on this the door to the elevator opens.

She makes her way down to room number 127, which is supposedly Ashton and Emily’s room. The door swings open to reveal a Jackie, and behind her Emily and Alex.

“Hey,” Y/N says suddenly nervous. They all look skeptical of her, but Y/N couldn’t blame them. Every time they have seen each other, there has been yelling. “Luke said to get the keycard from one of you?” Y/N asks nervously, her bag next to her.

Jackie motions her to come inside the room. Y/N steps into the room and Emily stands and gets a card off the dresser. Emily holds out the card and Y/N reaches for the card, but Alex beats to it, snatching it out of Emily’s hand.

“So tell us about yourself?” Alex says waving the card around. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Um, well…” Y/N trails off, “What do you want to know?” She asks finding her words.

“Do you stan the band?” Jackie suddenly asks.

“Do I what?”

“Do you stan the band? Do you like 5sos?” Jackie asks again in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Sure?” Y/N says it as a question. The other girls look at her skeptically. “I mean, I’m not a huge fan, but I never hated their music…” Y/N trials off again, hoping she didn’t just make it worse.

“Omg same,”Alex suddenly breaths out, causing a quick “what?” from the other girls. “I was never a big fan until i was one of their soulmates! And then once I said I was a fan everybody assumed i was some big fangirl, which I’m not.” Alex says quickly, to the surprise of the other girls. “I love them now, obviously,” She says in a ‘duh’ tone.

“I was always a big fan,” Emily says, having Jackie agree with her. “Tell me you at least know who ketchup is?” Emily says with begging eyes.

“Who?” Y/N and Alex reply. Emily and Jackie groan at their obliviousness. “Do you remember that Hannah Montana episode where they rubbed their hands in ketchup?” Y/N says after a few beats of silence. The other girls laugh, remembering the episode.

“I remember trying that!” Jackie yells, causing the other girls to laugh at her stupidness. “Hey! I was like seven, don’t laugh!” Jackie says, trying to defend herself.

“I remember when I was seven, I broke my arm playing golf,” Alex pauses, causing the other girls to scream “how the hell did you break your arm playing golf?” Alex just shrugs her shoulders and continues with the story, “After the hospital, i put ketchup all over the cast because my brother said it would make my arm feel better,” Alex finishes the story, looking at the gasps of horror on the other girl’s faces.

“I remember when my brother was like ten and i was seven, My brother and his friend were play sword fight in the driveway, but there were no more plastic swords and i wanted to play, so i took a golf club and clubbed my brother in the head!” Y/N says, the girls look at her in horror until Y/N adds that everyone was fine. All the girls break down laughing then.

They all sit there for a while, forgetting about Luke’s room, talking about stupid things they did when they were younger. Then Alex checks the time.

“We should probably go to diner now if we want to make the concert,” Alex says.

“Yeah, let me put my suitcase in my room?” Y/N asks. As they are walking to her room, Y/N asks another question, “Do you guys always go to the concerts?”

“Not really anymore.” Emily replies, “We’re going tonight since it’s your first night and all,” She explains. Then Y/N remembers something.

“I’m sorry by the way, for yelling at you?” Y/N apologizes. Emily nods along to what Y/N says and accepts the apology saying, “that you were just trying to protect your friend.”

Y/N slips her keycard into the door 128 and it opens. She walks inside, flipping on the light. Y/N gasps under her breath, and swears a little. There is only one bed in the room. She is sleeping with Luke tonight.


Luke bites his lip, and tries to relax. It seems impossible. His muscles are tightening, causing his strumming to be irregular and awkward. He could tell by the looks of Calum and the other band members that, he wasn’t doing so hot. They were at soundcheck right now. Luke is so nervous for Y/N to see him that its affecting his playing. He is forgetting lyrics and strumming the wrong chords.

“Luke what’s going on?” Calum asks him, as they leave the stage.

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous,” Luke says, trying to rationalize his feelings. It was the first time Y/N would see the band play, after all. The boys were supposed to meet the girls for diner in about a half hour, so they all go quickly change into something less sweaty and are on their way.

When they arrive, Jackie, Alex, Emily and Y/N were already sitting at the table, the four seats across from them open. Luke hangs back a little. The other boys give their respective soulmates a kiss and sit across. Luke just looks at the back of her head, imagining the last image of her face he can remember. The blush from his kiss, the sweat from the night gleaming on her forehead, and the worry in her eyes. Now he is ready for a new image of her.

She looks beautiful, is all he can think as he catches the first glimpses of her. Her hair is long, but not too long, basically glowing in the light. Her eyes glimmer with hope? maybe a little anxiety? She seems relaxed with the girls, but once the group of guys came, she seemed to freeze a little.

Luke walks over to her seat and offers her his hand. She is already staring at him, quickly looking between him and his hand. Then she takes it. Luke pulls her up into his body, hugging her tightly. Luke, looking at the rest of the group sees some approving nods from the boys and warm smiles from the girls, then he closes his eyes because all he wanted to do was memorize Y/N.

Y/N leans into him, unsure if She is ready for this or not.

The concert is loud. The only thought that can run through Y/N’s head is the direction you are going in. Fans are crowded in the pit, were she is to be standing during the concert. A few girls come up to the rest of the soulmates, looking for a autograph or maybe a pass backstage (The girls have been known to give a few out). Jackie, Emily, Alex, and Y/N stand on Calum’s side of the stage, to Calum’s enjoyment. Y/N spots Michael give a jealous look during the concert also.

Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N. She notices how he would continue to steal glances at her during the concert. There is something surreal, knowing that somebody will love you. It leaves Y/N gasping every time. She never thought about having a soulmate until now. Now she knows whats it’s like, could she ever leave? It was not secret, at least to herself, that she didn’t want to be famous. She didn’t want to have to sneak around. She didn’t want to be the person that gave out backstage passes. Y/N is secure in her anonymity.

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of Luke. She watched him jump around and have the time of his life on stage. Could she give him that happiness? If she couldn’t could she leave him? She shakes her head, this is crazy talk. They’re soulmates. Soulmates are made for each other. They can’t leave. If they leave they will start to get sick after a few days, and if it last a few weeks, they’ll die. All of this goes into effect after they meet of course. Y/N doesn’t know what to do. The answer seems so obvious, to give in and be with Luke, become famous, and tour the world. But also there is parts of her which is refusing. She doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to be famous. She never cared to tour the whole world. But she does want Luke.

When they get back to the hotel rooms, Y/N excuses herself from the rest of the girls. They were all pretty tired, so they skipped seeing the boys after the show tonight, in favor of seeing them later on. Y/N goes to the bed in Luke and her’s hotel room, and sits on the bed. She bury’s her head into her hands. It hurt to think of leaving. But could she stay? And give up everything? Once your Famous, it’s not like you can go back.

This is how Luke found her. He heard her sobs from the outside of the door. It was like his heart was breaking with each of her sobs. He stands in the doorway of the room, scared to help, but more scared to leave. She is mumbling about being unsure. Her head lifts from her hands and makes eye contact with Luke, which she quickly breaks. Luke thinks his breathing stopped when she looked away. Luke takes a careful step foreword, closing the door. Nobody needs to see this. Y/N is looking frantically around the room, trying to associate herself with her surroundings. Her breath is picking up, to the point where she seems to be choking on nothing. Luke stands frozen in the door as he watches her fall apart.

“I can’t do this!” Her strangled cry runs out. Luke rushes to her.

“What can’t you do?” He places an arm around her. He tries to bring her to his body, but she lashes out.

She doesn’t know who is sitting next to her. Y/N feels the connection, but when it tries to restrain her she lashes out. She doesn’t want to be controlled. She had been controlled her whole life. Now she wanted the freedom to be herself, not just somebody’s soulmate. Words like this and worse run through her head. She remembers how she was called fat as a kid, she remembers being bullied on the playground, she remembers the first time a boy looked at her as more than just a fat kid. It had been after she lost all the weight. It was the same boy that bullied her. She remembers how she bought into his lies. She remembers throwing up. She remembers everything. She doesn’t want to be that little kid anymore, who was controlled by her bullies. She wants to walk the streets without judgement and without being acknowledged. She doesn’t want to be Luke’s soulmate. Why did it have to be her?

“I can’t do this!” She cries out again, grabbing his shirt, fisting it into her hands. She can’t handle the judging. She can’t handle it! “Why,” She cries out.

“Why what?” A warm voice says.

“Why do I have to be his soulmate?” She chokes out.


“Why do I have to be his soulmate?” She chokes out.

“You have to be his soulmate, because thats your destiny,” Luke says quietly, wrapping his arms around her. His mind begins to race with questions about not being good enough, but he pushes them back. Right now his soulmate needs him. “Its like how the world turns, and how the bird fly south in the winter, its their destiny. I bet if you gave him a chance, it wouldn’t be so bad,” Luke says softly. Y/N’s hands tighten in his shirt.

“I don’t want to be famous,” She cries out. She tugs on Luke’s shirt more, he is sure it will rip soon.

“It’s okay baby,” The words slip from Luke’s mouth easily. He says it as a whisper, only meant for her. He presses his lips to her forehead.

She looks up, her eyes glassy. He watches her eyes as they change in recognition. She scrambles back to the end of the bed. “I’m sorry,” She whispers, swiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“No, it’s okay,” Luke whispers, edging closer to her. “It’s my dream to be famous, not yours,” He whispers, edging closer again. She watches the inches between them disappear. Luke sees her muscles tighten, ready to flee if necessary. The thoughts of not being enough are back and flooding his mind. Luke struggles to stay focused on her, like he should be. “Y/N,” He whispers, and every single one of her muscles tighten again, preparing herself like a cat ready to spring.

“It’s not okay…Luke,” She says recognizing who it is in the room with her. It would never be okay with her. “How am I supposed to do this?” She asks, the tears welling up in her eyes again.

“No, no, you don’t have to do anything. We are doing this together.” Luke says, taking her hands. He wraps them in his own and gives a small squeeze. Her body relaxes back into the bed. She nods like a small child, willing to believe anything their parents say. “Look, look at what is written on this skin,” Luke pulls his shirt sleeve up to show faded sharpie marks of their short conversations.  He had been washing around his arm for the past week, trying to preserve the little conversation they had. Luke had dozens of photos on his phone of the text in its prime. “It’s you and me, baby. Forever.”

“What if I can’t do this? I can’t handle the pressure,” She cries out, trying to convey how broken she is. She is trying to tell him how she can’t do it.

“It’s okay, It’s okay, we’ll start slow okay?” Luke rushes to say, trying to quiet her down again. Trying to stop her tears. “We can’t be apart. So your just gonna come on tour with us okay? We don’t have to tell anyone who you are, we don’t have to tell anyone, okay? All you need to do is be on the tour bus with us,” Luke says gently, trying to get her to agree. She nods numbly. Y/N is still shaking a little.

“Do you want to go to the tour bus now?” Luke asks. Y/N gives a nod. “Okay,” Luke stands, and pulls Y/N up with him. Y/N quickly looks around for her bag, but Luke grabs her face and focuses her attention back to him. “I’ll get our bags later, okay?” Y/N gives an approving nod and they move out of the room, one hand on Y/N’s back.

The two of them pass Ashton in the hall. Once he see’s Y/N’s red eyes and tear strewn face he opens his mouth to say something, but Luke quickly gives him a look. Ashton ducks his head and moves to his room to pack.

When Ashton gets to his room he grabs Emily by her arm and spins her around to face him. “Wha- Hey Ashy!” She says with a big smile. She quickly spots his serious mood and her smile fades. “What’s wrong?” She asks, her body at attention. Emily is a helper, that is who she is. She lives to make people smile and happy, much like Ashton. Ashton tells he what he saw in the hall.

Emily quickly starts going down the stairs to try and catch Luke and Y/N to try and help when she bumps into Mikey right outside of her door.

“Hey, Em, What do you think of Blue? Because Jackie says- Hey! why ya in such a rush?” Michael asks Emily. Emily looks up, panic in her eyes. Michael quickly jumps into action. “Are you okay? Emily? Do I need to get Ash?” He asks quickly. Emily rarely panics, so to see her in such a jumpy state was rare. Emily is more of a calm helper.

“No, it’s Y/N, Ashton saw Luke taking her out to the bus-“


“Let me finish Mikey! She was crying, I want to go see if I can help,” Emily moves to walk around Michael, but he quickly grabs her arm and pulls her back.

“No, I’m sure Luke’s got it,” Michael says, but he wasn’t so sure. His and Luke’s rooms are next to each other, and he thinks that he heard some crying in there. Maybe even a panic attack, Michael thinks, remembering the heavy breathing and the yelling. Michael pushes Emily back into the open door to her room, “Just stay here, Luke’s got it,” Michael promises, leaving her there.

Michael walks back to his room. He knows what panic attacks are like, and Emily doesn’t, he would be much better helper. Michael just wants to check on Jackie first. He opens the door to the room to see Jackie with her checklist, making sure that everything was packed. Jackie may be punk rock, but she is secretly like Monica from Friends. Always has a list in her hand. “I’m going to head down to the bus,” Michael announces to Jackie.

“What? I thought we were gonna ‘do it’ one more time!” Jackie says, protesting.

Michael shakes his head. “I would love to, but I think Y/N needs me,” Michael tries to explain.

“Why would Y/N need you?” Jackie says, getting immediately defensive.

“Not like that baby, I think she had a panic attack,” Michael says, grabbing Jackie’s hips and pulling them into his.

“Is she with Luke?” Jackie asks, knowing that only a soulmate could calm down Y/N. Jackie had been there for a few of Michaels most recent panic attacks, and it seems like Jackie always knew the best thing to say to help him calm down. It’s odd that anybody can calm Michael down too, considering he likes to be alone when he’s having a panic attack. “Then everything is okay, okay babe?” Jackie says. She pulls away from Michael and sits him down on the bed. “Finish packing,” Jackie demands, handing him a list.

Jackie walks out of the room feeling more nervous then ever. Even though she has only known Y/N for a night, she just fits in so well with the girls…. Jackie walks over to Alex, and Calum’s room for reassurance from Alex. Jackie knows if she tells Michael just how nervous she is about Y/N he would storm down to the bus to try and help, which could just make things worse. Also, sometimes people just need their best friend.

“Hey,” Alex says opening the door.

“Y/N had a panic attack!” The words rush out of Jackie’s mouth. She is the worst at keeping secrets.

“What? Is she okay?” Alex says quickly, moving out of the room and into the hall. Y/N had told the girls that she will sometimes get bad panic attacks when she is really stressed out, and they are like hell for her. She also mentioned that she is scared to be soulmates with Luke, something that all the girls kinda just breezed over.

“I don’t know Luke took her down to the bus,” Jackie says, and Calum walks up behind them.

“What happened?” He says, oblivious to what was going on.

“Y/N had a panic attack,” Alex says, filling in her soulmate.

“Does Luke know?” Calum says. The girls give him a ‘duh’ look and Calum puts his hands up in surrender. “She is probably fine then. Luke’s got this,” Calum says, trying to reason.

Suddenly, two more doors open on the floor at the same time. Michael stood in one door and Emily stood in another with Ashton behind her. Everyone froze in the hall, they all know what’s going on and want to help, but all frozen, knowing that Luke is the only one who can truly help. Like a movie, they all walk to meet in the center of the hall.

“I have to go down there and help,” Michael says, about to turn away when Jackie, his soulmate, grabs his arm.

“No, we can’t” Jackie says. “Luke is her best bet,” She says.

“I think we should go down there!” Emily says to the circle. He motherly instinct kicking in.

“Luke can handle it,” Calum says, his usually quiet voice rising over the rest. “Jackie knows it, and we all know it. You all will just overwhelm her,” Calum says from experience. The boys had helped Micheal out with his panic attacks before, and he would hate it when the three of them would crowed around him asking questions. They did it to try and help him, but it didn’t do so well with working.

The elevator chimes abruptly and the group looks over to see Luke walking out of the elevator. Everyone quickly jumps on him, not literally.


“Is Y/N okay?”

“Can we go see her?”

Their questions are sprung onto Luke, and he feels like he is at a press conference suddenly. He looks around the group, and with their frantic eyes, he figures that they all knew what happened. Luke takes a deep breath and begins to speak.


“She’s okay,” The group lets out a collective sigh. The worry seeping out of all of them, that some didn’t even realize that they had.

“Can we go see her?” Michael asks, ready to jump around Luke to help someone who has gone through the same as him.

“I don’t know,” Luke breaths out. He is unsure about what to do next, he is unsure if he should be doing anything. He would never be enough for her, so why try? Luke will never be enough for the girl who is destined to share a bed with him. And he knew it. He knew it when she said she didn’t want to be famous. He knew it when she didn’t want to be his soulmate. He knew it when she was crying hysterically about wanting more for herself. Luke will never be enough.

As if sensing his friend’s sadness, Micheal wraps Luke into a hug, followed by the rest of the group. They look at Luke in worry, they know he’s been going through a lot with Y/N right now, but none of them had stopped to think about how that would really be effecting him.

Ashton pulls away first and begins to take charge. “Okay, Mikey and Emily, go down and make sure Y/N is okay. The rest of us will stay up here, with Luke, finish packing, and be down in a half hour with everything,” Ashton says. He sends Michael down with Emily to see if Y/N is okay, because he knows the two of them are probably he most nurturing, well Emily is. Michael just understands what she is going through.

Ashton leads Luke to his room, where Luke begins to grab his things and put it back in his suitcase. “What’s wrong Luke?” Ashton asks, and Luke slams his suitcase onto the bed, which only caused it to bounce a little.

“Nothing,” Luke grits out. Luke is not an angry person, so what’s left of the group flinches back a little.

“Can we have some space?” Ashton asks the rest of the group. Jackie and Alex nod and turn to leave, but Calum stays put. Alex looks over her shoulder and motions for Calum to follow, but with a shake of his head, Calum stays put. Ashton looks over his shoulder to see Calum and Calum just gives a small shrug.

“What’s got you upset, mate?” Ashton asks, accepting the fact that Calum is here to stay.

“I don’t think she wants me.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t want you? You’re her soulmate?” Ashton exclaims, and Calum gives a subtle nod.

“I mean, she wants to do something more with her life! Something I can’t give her! She says she doesn’t want to be famous!” Luke exclaims, violently throwing clothes into his suitcase.

“She can be something while being with you,” Ashton tries to reason.

“Look, I don’t think she knew it was me in the room when she said this, but she said, ‘Why do i have to be his soulmate?’ If that isn’t enough to say that she doesn’t want me, I don’t know what is.” Luke says, throwing his suitcase shut.

“Mate…” Ashton begins to say, but Luke’s choking sobs cut him off.

“I just want to be enough for someone,” Luke says, sitting down on the bed. Silent tears roll down his face, as the horrible thoughts flood into his brain. Luke bows his head, as he thinks of what could’ve been. If he just had a different soulmate. If only he had someone who would thing he’s enough. He’s nice. He’s been told all his life how handsome he is. He brings home enough money to support them. Why does she want to have more? What could she want that he can’t give her.

“Luke…” Ashton starts again, but he is out of words.

“Luke, its not that you aren’t enough,” Calum says, kneeling down next to Luke. “There are just some things that you can’t give people. From what I hear from Alex, Y/N is not someone to sit back and relax. She is always doing something. It’s not that you are not enough, it’s that she wants something more outside of Love.” Luke nods numbly along to what Calum says. “She needs you, just as much as you want her. You can’t give up on these kinds of things,” Luke throws himself off the bed and onto Calum, wrapping him into a hug. “Let’s all finish packing and go down, yeah?” Calum asks after a few moments. Luke peels himself off of Calum and turns to finish packing.

When the whole group is ready, they proceed to the bus.

When Luke is outside the bus, a few steps away from the door, he feels something heavy jump onto him. He stumbles back a few steps, and drops both suitcases in an effort to catch the girl.

“I’m so sorry,” His soulmate whispers in his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” His soulmate whispers in his ear.

“For what baby girl,” Luke whispers back.

“For saying I didn’t want you. I want you. Damn do I want you,” Y/N whispers in his ear, biting it playfully.  Luke smiles, holding his baby close. He tucks her under his chin.

“I want you too,” Luke says, “But I think we need to talk,”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N agrees. The two of them commandeer the back room of the bus, closing the sliding door. The other’s had little argument, because after all that had happened today, they all knew that the pair of them needed alone time.

They sit in the back of the bus, on the circular couch, across from each other. Luke’s legs are so long that they tangle in Y/N’s. She discreetly leans her own legs against Luke’s. They sit there for a few moments, looking at each other. Luke looks up at her through his eyelashes, flashing his baby-blues, and says, “Baby, won’t you come over here?” He asks, his hands wringing.

Y/N swiftly moves to sit next to him and Luke cheekily does a yawn-and-stretch, wrapping his arm around Y/N. He pulls her into his chest, and she leans her head onto his chest.

“What are we going to do?” Luke asks, nervous for her reply.

“I-I can’t, I want to have a job, Luke,” Luke opens his mouth to say something, but Y/N quickly catches on and playfully covers it. Luke scrunches his eyebrows a little and looks down to her. “I’m going to freelance coding” Y/N tells Luke. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, ready for his argument.

“Okay, that sounds good baby,” Luke says. Y/N lets out a sigh that she didn’t know she was holding.

They sit there for a few beats, breathing in each other. They are both memorizing each other, unknowingly to the other. They both sit there, listening to the other’s breaths. They both sit there, hearing the other’s heartbeat. They both sit there trying to remember that the other is alive. That they are together. That they wouldn’t let go of each other.

Y/N lets out a heavy breath, bringing Luke’s attention to her. She starts to wiggle out of his hold, and announces that she has to pee, making Luke give a little chuckle. She opens the sliding door and moves out of the room.

Luke still doesn’t know much about his Soulmate, but he knows that he will have his whole life to learn about her. He does know the way her hair shines in the sun though. He knows that nobody’s eyes can sparkle like her’s. He knows he will never go looking at another girl again. Why would he when he has Y/N?

A bubbling Michael burst through the door, “Its me the love of you life!” He proclaims.

“Please, I can wear heels bigger than your dick,” Luke says, quickly responding without thinking. Michael lets out a big, stomach rumbling laugh.

“Please,” Micheal begs, his laughter continuing on. Luke gives a fake chuckle, before Emily pushes pas Mikey.

“What’s so funny,” Emily asks.

“Baby, come back, i wanna cuddle,” Ashton whines, following his soulmate to the back room. He grabs her hand and drags her to the couch across from Luke and pulls Emily to sit on Ashton’s lap facing him. For once in his life, Luke isn’t jealous of the pair. He has his own little sunshine.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asks, pushing past Michael, who is still standing in the doorway. Y/N moves to sit next to Luke again, but Luke wasn’t having it. He’s only been able to touch her for the past few hours, so he will be damned if she only sat next to him. Luke pulls his baby girl onto his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Nice butt Emily” Y/N comments playfully, facing the pair, and Emily throws her hands to protect her already covered behind. Ashton’s hands quickly cover her’s and soon he is the one holding Emily’s bum. Y/N watches as Ashton pulls Emily in for a kiss and Luke squeaks, covering Y/N’s eyes.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Michael says from the doorway. They all hear a distant yes from the front of the bus. Jackie walks past Michael and motions for him to follow her. Calum and Alex show up in the doorway holding hands.

“I heard we were watching a movie?” Calum asks dragging Alex to the couch. Everybody moved to make room, but every one was still squished.

“What movie?” Emily asks, attempting to turn around so she can see the tv, but Ashton tightened his grip on her, not wanting her to move.

“Deadpool, duh,” Michael says, getting up and popping the DVD into the player. He sits back down, causing a groan from Jackie and Calum, whom he was sitting in-between.

Was this what family is like? Y/N has to wonder as the movie begins. Putting up with each other’s bullshit? Is this what family was like, watching the tv together. YN had always found family with her friend Alyssa, but she had never had people other than Alyssa care when she had a panic attack. Emily and Michael really helped Y/N. They understood what she is going through. Talking to Emily is like talking to a long-lost friend. They just clicked so well, just like Y/N and Alyssa did. It’s amazing. The group dynamic is just so nurturing for creativity, and they genuinely care. Even though Y/N is the latest addition, they all were so worried about her.

It’s a few days later. Y/N and Luke is just getting to know each other. Trying to figure out their patterns, and to try and remember their habits. They are both trying to memorize the other. They are back in New York City after Toronto, and Y/N is excited because she asked Alyssa to drive down to meet her. She drags Luke through the city which she visited every few weeks as a kid. Y/N’s parents were obsessed with the city, but didn’t want their children to grow up in it.

“Hey!” Alyssa shouts, wrapping Y/N into a hug. Luke is standing behind Y/N in aviator and a hat. He looks around a little worried that fans would pop out and drag him away. Luke loves his fans, but right now his whole mind is focused on Y/N and meeting Alyssa formally.

The two girls walk into the restaurant chatting, and Luke follows. Y/N had told Luke that Alyssa is like her sister, and that she didn’t care if they were soulmates, Alyssa’s opinion could break them up. Luke wasn’t that worried though, wasn’t Alyssa a fan?

Sure, Y/N told Luke that Alyssa could break them up, but it wasn’t exactly true. Nothing could break up soulmates, and Alyssa would be stupid to try and break them up. She told Luke that to get him nervous. She wanted Luke to really try to like Alyssa, Y/N is worried that Luke would only look at her like a fan, not a friend.

“So Luke…” Alyssa starts, drawing out her words. Y/N is quick to hide her face, knowing what question is coming next.

“Have you and Y/N done the dirty yet?” Alyssa asks, and Luke chokes a little on his coffee.

“Um, no? I’m not a rabbit,” Luke says, trying to add some humor to the conversation. When he gets no reaction he goes on, “But if Y/N wanted to, I would. I don’t want to pressure her,” Luke says.

“Okay, so have you gone on any dates?” Alyssa asks, and Y/N quickly picks up her head.

“Give it to me,” Y/N demands.

“Give what to you?” Alyssa says playing innocent.

“The tape recorder,” Y/N says. Luke looks between the two of them with wide eyes. His soulmate is badass. How did she know that Alyssa has a tape recorder, Luke wonders.

“What tape recorder?” Alyssa asks.

“The one in your pocket,” Y/N says confidently. She knows that Alyssa has a fan account for 5sos and to get an exclusive interview on Luke and his soulmate would be pure gold. Alyssa throws a tape recorder onto the table, the film inside still running. “The other one too,” Y/N says with a sigh. Another tape recorder is thrown up onto the table. “And your phone,” Y/N says again and Alyssa’s iphone, which is opened up to the voice memo app is on the table. Y/N carefully stops all the recordings and takes the tapes out, and deletes the voice memo. “I thought I told you no taping?” Y/N whines to her best friend.

“Sorry bub, but this was such a good opportunity!” Alyssa says, jumping in her seat a little.

“Oh, Alyssa,” Y/N says, “I thought we said, Friend first, Fangirl second!” Y/N yells playfully. Alyssa and Y/N let out laughs, not knowing what they were laughing about themselves. Luke looks around nervously, not understanding the joke, if you could call it that.

They leave the Café after a few hours, heading back to the tourbus with Alyssa so she can see it and meet everybody else properly. They all walk excitedly to the bus. Alyssa and Luke got along really well, and Y/N is happy about that.

Y/N glance up and quickly recognizes a face, one that she hadn’t seen since College. Her eyes widen and she nudges Alyssa about it. She looks up too and recognizes the face. It was a name that she has written about on her skin before.


Got7 Reaction: Confessing to you while drunk

ohsunnysmile said to kpopreactionsforthekpopfans:

Can you please do got7 getting drunk and confessing to you?


Jaebum had invited you over to their dorms to celebrate the finish of their tour. You told them you were goinh to be late, due to taking a while to getting ready. When you finally arrived, a few of the members were already drunk. You were just about to scold them for drinking so carelessly, until you overheard Jaebum talking.

“Is Y/N here yet? I want to see her,” He slurred. “I want to hold her in my arms. I really missed her.”

Your face flushed at his words, as you stood by the doorway listening to him.

“Hyung, you’re drunk. Stop saying that kind of stuff out loud before you say something we probably don’t want to hear.” Jinyoung laughed. 

After Jaebum got out of his thoughts, his he looked over at the doorway and saw you. *gif* After he locked eyes with you, it was almost as if he was sober again.

“Oh.  Y/N. Please tell me you didn’t hear that.”

“I’m always avaible for cuddles.” You laugh as you sit by him.

“Does this mean you like me too?” He slurred as he pulled you into his arms.

“I’ll answer you when you’re sober”

Originally posted by crying-in-korean

(him dying inside)


You were and Mark went out to get a few drinks, but didn’t plan on getting drunk. You were being cautious about your drinking, while Mark kept on doing shots. After a few more shots you saw that he was pretty intoxicated, so you decided to call a taxi for the both of you. 

“Y/N just a few more.” He whined, as you dragged him outside to wait for the taxi.

“No, I’d rather you not pass out.” 


About 5 minutes later, the taxi arrived. All though drunk, Mark didn’t forget to be a gentleman so he opened the door for you. After you sat down, he got in and the taxi driver smiled at you both.

“You two are very cute together. Are you dating?” She asked.

“Yeah, she very pretty, isn’t she?” Mark said, not aware of what he was saying.

You looked down to hide your red face, and smiled. Mark, still unaware of his actions, scooted closer to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

Originally posted by justrightforjb


Jackson had told himself he was only going to have a couple drinks, nothing much. But he was too caught up in conversation with his members, that he started to carelessly drink. Sooner or later, he was stumbling to the bathroom after hearing you were coming over. 

“Where’s Jackson?” You asked when you arrived.

“I’m not sure, he disappeared after we told him you were coming.”  Mark laughed. 

You nodded and went to go look for him. As you walked past the bathroom, you heard voices coming through the bathroom.

“Y/N, you look great tonight, how about- no. too straightforward. Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time- ugh!”

“Jackson?” You knocked on it and slowly opened the door. 

You looked up to see Jackson in his drunken state, as he talked to himself in the mirror.

“You heard that?” He asked as he looked like a deer in headlights.

Originally posted by kim-hnsl


Jinyoung was most likely one to be clingy while drunk. So you were hanging out with him at the dorms, while he thought it would be smart to drink around you. You felt bad for him, because he was too wasted to even stand up. You took the drinks away from him, and returned with water.

“Here, you need to sober up.” You said as you handed him the water.

He whined as he took the water anyway. You sat by him again, and he just looked at you. Without even thinking, he set his water down and laid his head on your lap with his arms around your waist.

“You are such wife material Y/N, I can’t wait to marry you someday.” 

You laughed at his comment, and softly stroked his hair.

“Ahh, only if you weren’t drunk right now.” You said.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

( I had a hard time finding a gif for Jinyoung ㅠㅠ)


Youngjae usually doesn’t drink, but he felt like he was missing out on the fun when he saw the other members drink. Youngjae is probably a lightweight drinker, so after a few drinks he was already wasted. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and called you.

“Hello?” You answers.

“Y/N” He slurred your name, “Did I ever tell you that you are so pretty? You’re also so good to me-ah, I love you Y/N..” He managed to speak somewhat clear sentences.

“Youngjae, are you drunk?”

“No, I’m Youngjae.” He laughed as he hung up, before realizing he just confessed to you.

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

( I hard a hard time finding a gif for Youngjae too ㅠㅠ)


Bambam is most likely a peverted drunk. So while he was drinking with the members, he drank more than he originally planned. While under the influence, he thought it was smart to start texting you.


You shold snd me some pictrs if yo know wht i mean ;)


Bambam wtf? No. Since when were you a fuckboy??


Y/N. Youre sp prtty


Are you drunk? Are you okay?


Im fin. i want to tll yoi somthin




i lov yo

As he was texting you, Jackson looked at his screen and died of laughter.

“Do you know what you just told Y/N?” He laughed

“I think?” Bambam looked at him with a confused look.

Originally posted by noirahgase


You were going over to the Got7 dorm’s to surprise your best friend, Yugyeom. When you arrived at the dorms you found Yugyeom on the couch drinking alchohol. 

“Yugyeom! You’re underage, are you cra-” You were cut off by him jumping up and running to the bathroom.

You followed him to the bathroom to make sure he was okay. When you walked into the bathroom, he was hunched over the toilet, throwing up what was probably his lunch. You kneeled by him and rubbed his back while you waited for him to finish.

“Brush your teeth, I’ll get you some water.” You tell him as you walk to the kitchen. You got the water, and walked back to the living room to find him back in his orginal position on the couch.

“Here, drink this.”  You hand him the water and sit close to him.

“Ah, Y/N you’re so good to me.” He smiles at you, “I think that’s why I love you.” He says without a  care in the world, and lays his head on your shoulder to sleep.

Originally posted by wang-thighs

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A Cure For Each Other

- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡

-1559 words
-fluff with a hint of sadness


study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was  always alone with silent tears and studying.

my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.

“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.

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Hwang Minhyun College/university!AU

hi everyone, im relatively new to this but I thought I’d give writing scenarios a shot! feel free to send in requests for Nu’est or W1!

Originally posted by m1nhyun

• ok so you’re a second year college/uni student doing a science degree majoring in anatomy
• you love it except when you have to do histology 
• like everyone around you seems to know what they’re looking at but you’re just like ??
• pink blobs EVERYWHERE
• you and your best friend sit next to each other in the lab so it’s always enjoyable
• plus there’s a super cute guy who sits opposite you
• turns out he’s a 3rd year student taking some extra papers to prepare for his PhD
• He was Daniel and Jaehwan’s senior at high school and they said that everyone loved him
• “ohhh that’s Hwang Minhyun? he was class president and one of the top scholars!”
• “I heard he aced all his papers last semester too which is crazy because he’s on the student association this year”
• so yeah he’s super smart and always finishes work super fast and can leave the lab early
• unlike you and your friend who tend to get distracted and take the whole 3 hours of the lab
• although you havent really talked to him much you notice that minhyun glances over at you sometimes during labs
• but you just think he’s looking at your friend lol he’s not tho, he looking at u
• one day your friend gets sick so she couldn’t attend the lab
• it sucks because this week’s lab happens to be more difficult than usual so you struggle to do everything by yourself
• Minhyun looks over at you when you sigh in frustration
• “you alright there?”
• you just scrunch your nose and shake your head
• he just chuckles good-naturedly at you and continues working
• after a few minutes, you hear the scrape of the chair next to you and minhyun plonks down next to you
• “how about we partner up for today then?”

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A Case of Amortentia - Drarry

I got this idea from a prompt/headcanon but i can’t remember what it exactly was but yeah, this happened. I’m actually really happy with the result.

“Why the hell does it reek of Potter’s cologne in here, it smells awful.” Draco Malfoy complained loudly as he entered Potions late.

Both Slytherins and Gryffindors fell completely silent, and for some reason his godfather, Professor Snape, looked vaguely embarrassed. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the Golden Trio. Granger looked as though her eyes could pop out of their sockets any moment, the Weasel looked slightly green and Potter looked completely dumbfounded.

“What?” Draco asked with a challenging tone, not understanding why everyone was looking at him as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. Surely he wasn’t the only one smelling that stench of cinnamon with a hint of caramel, and okay, so what if Potter’s cologne actually smelled good? It’s not like he’d admit that out loud.

Then, Draco turned to look at his friends. Pansy looked utterly horrified, Greg and Vince looked mildly surprised and Blaise, the git, looked smug.

“Draco, so nice of you to finally join us.” Snape said. It sounded very much forced, even more so than usual, although Draco doubted anyone had picked up on that. “Miss Granger, would you care to enlighten Mr Malfoy as to what exactly we are brewing today?”

Granger looked downright shocked when Snape willingly called on her. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out before answering. “We’re brewing Amortentia, Professor. The most powerful love potion known to man.”

Draco felt what little colour his face had drain away as his heart dropped. No.

“And what can you tell us about the scent of it?” Draco spotted a wicked glint in Snape’s black eyes. “Mr. Potter? Surely you’d remember, as I told you five minutes ago.”

Potter’s face slowly turned red. “It uh- it reminds a person of the things or people they find most attractive, even when they don’t realize that’s what … or, who … they’re attracted to.”

“Correct.” Snape said, and after a moment of hesitation he reluctantly added, “Five points to Gryffindor.”

Both the houses started murmuring in disbelief, and even Draco himself had trouble believing that Snape just gave the Gryffindor House points. This had to be the first time it happened in … well, ever.

“Wait, does this mean Malfoy’s in love with Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked rather obnoxiously. Draco felt heat crawling up his neck. He quickly narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy in an attempt to shut him up and drive the idea out of his mind. But things like that never really worked on him.

“Malfoy’s gay!” Dean Thomas exclaimed, a slight gleam of joy in his eyes. “Shay, we’re not the only ones.”

The last thing Draco needed right now was a pair of obnoxious Gryffindorks welcoming him into some sort of gay club, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in that moment.

He turned and ran.


Draco Malfoy was alone, sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, viciously glaring at the view of the lake. He felt awfully embarrassed about the Potions fiasco, and really wished he’d kept his mouth shut. What’d compelled him to say those words walking into a Potions classroom late, for Merlin’s sake. It was Potions; the smell had obviously come from what they were brewing, and not from Potter. He silently cursed himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known.

Draco had the urge to slap himself. He’d completely ruined his image. People would never take him serious again. The rumour he was attracted to blokes, more specifically, Potter, had probably already spread itself through the school, if not further. Yes, his father would definitely hear about this, but not in the way Draco used to flaunt it around in his previous years. Lucius would be livid. His only heir, in love with The Boy Who Lived.

Draco laughed in spite of himself. Once again, Potter had managed to mess with his life, and this time it wasn’t even actually his fault. He could already see the Daily Prophet headlines: ‘Malfoy Heir smells The Chosen One in Amortentia’. Well, it wasn’t a lie, but he’d rather it be something personal instead of a publicly known fact. And he wasn’t exactly what you’d call 'on good terms’ with Potter, so now his already low chances were about as low as they could possibly get. Wonderful.

“Everyone’s fine with it, you know.” A voice, Potter’s voice, suddenly rang out from behind him. Draco jumped. He’d been too caught up in his own misery to notice anyone sneaking in. Or notice that the sun had begun to set, for that matter. Merlin knows how long Potter had been standing there. And why the bloody hell wasn’t he yelling at him? Surely Potter would at least be uncomfortable with the idea he had his rival of 5 years lusting after him. Apparently not, seeing as he, not so graciously, went to sit next to Draco. They both looked at the lake for a while, completely silent, before Potter added to his previous statement, “Although I imagined a declaration of love from you would be slightly more classy.”

Draco’s head snapped to the side to look at Potter, who hadn’t moved his eyes from the view. Was he hearing this correctly? He had to make sure. “Potter, did you just say you imagined me declaring my love to you?”

Draco swore he saw Potter blush when the Gryffindor looked down at his lap, smiling slightly. Then he looked back to the lake. “You know what I smelled in the Amortentia?”

Draco’s mouth went dry. This would be the moment when Potter tells him he doesn’t feel the same and that he should bugger off, he was sure.

“Treacle tart, a broomstick handle … and you.” Potter turned his face to look at him with those last words. Draco froze out of shock, his mind already trying to find ways to wrap itself around as to what exactly just happened and why. There’s no way Potter actually meant that. He was messing with his head; it was the only logical explanation.

“Potter, I know you hate me but believe it or not, I have feelings, and it’s pretty sodding low of you to play with them like that.” Draco spat venomously, immediately becoming defensive. Potter liking him back sounded too good to be true, and in Draco’s experience, when that was the case, it often was.

Potter looked at him confused, even slightly hurt. “I’m not- What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re up to. It’s probably Weasel’s idea of a joke. Wouldn’t surprise me with those twingers for brothers. In fact, I - mmphh.” Draco was cut off mid-rant by a hand gently turning his head to the right and a set of lips being pressed to his own. Draco’s eyes flew wide open, only to confirm that it was indeed Potter who was kissing him. And then Potter started moving his lips and Draco was gone.

The amount of emotion put into that one kiss was overwhelming, and there was really no way Potter was this good of an actor. Draco finally closed his eyes as well and kissed back. His heart was racing, and his mind couldn’t completely keep up.

“I …” Draco started when they finally broke their kiss, but Potter - no, Harry, actually - was already speaking.

“Draco, I’m not joking. I promise.” The look in Harry’s eyes was sincere, and it left Draco speechless.

“You … I- You’re- You’re not …” Draco struggled to get out, his mind still working to catch up with him.

Harry softly laughed. “Glad you realized that.”

This had to be a dream. Why? Because not only had Harry kissed him, he’d declared his love right back. And good things like that just didn’t happen to Draco in real life. Then again, it had felt real. There was only one way to find out.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the first, was heated and frantic. Oh yeah, definitely real.

Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pushing him down as the Gryffindor crawled on top of him. Draco’s back hit the floor slightly harder than was comfortable, but honestly, Draco didn’t care. Not when he had Harry Potter nipping at his bottom lip in the hope he got the hint to open his mouth for a snog. Draco, of course, denied Harry this pleasure. As a result, Harry moved on to the pale skin of Draco’s neck.

Draco was rather inexperienced when it came to things like this, he had to admit. Kissing? Sure, he’d been kissed by both girls and boys. But only ever on the mouth and never anywhere else. Neck was new territory to him, and he honest to Merlin did not expect the extreme sensitivity of the skin there.

Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry slightly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. He unintentionally made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. Why on Earth was he only finding out about this now?

Harry moved onto a patch of skin near his collarbone, revealing a blotchy, red mark, and did the same thing as before. Draco’s fingers tangled themselves in the unruly mess that was Harry’s hair.

“Harry.” He whispered desperately, causing the Gryffindor to look up, a devious grin on his face. “Harry, kiss me, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Harry swiftly reconnected their lips, and this time Draco did part his lips for a snog. In fact, he was the one to initiate it. Harry was, very obviously, pleasantly surprised.

“Hey Draco?” Harry asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah?” Draco’s heart was racing. Part of his mind was still convinced that, any minute now, he would wake up in his bed and discover this all had been a dream. Oh, how unbelievably furious he’d be if that was the case. However, most of his mind told him that this was, in fact, real.

“We should head down to dinner.” Harry suggested.

Draco frowned. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes, I’m hungry. Now get up.” Harry stood up and then helped him to his feet as well. Draco straightened out his robes, before doing the same for Harry. He softly pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before taking his hand and walking downstairs to the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry back before he could open the doors separating them from the rest of the students.

“Harry, wait.” Harry turned to look at Draco, slightly concerned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Draco gave him an insecure look. “What if people make fun of us?”

Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes. “They won’t. They accepted Dean and Seamus, remember? Why would they treat us any different?”

“Well, for one, I’ve insulted you and your friends more times than you and I can respectively count. Two, you in return have also explicitly expressed your hatred towards me more than just a few times. Three, the Weasel and Granger. No doubt they’d despise the idea of you hanging around me at all.” He ranted, but Harry only grinned.

“Draco, it was actually Ron who convinced me to, and I quote, 'go get the little Snake that you’ve been obsessing over since First Year, because I’m sick and tired of you looking like a lovesick puppy.’ Hermione, apparently, agreed.” Harry explained. Draco’s mouth fell open.

“Seriously?” - Harry nodded - “Granger and Weasel convinced you?” Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s friends were fine with him dating the son of a Death Eater?

“Otherwise I’d be stuck with feelings I’d be too chicken to act upon. And Ron especially was getting sick of me sulking because you just wouldn’t notice me, or so I thought.”

“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be stupidly brave?”

“I also have a sense of self-preservation, Draco.” Harry told him. “The Sorting Hat even wanted to put me in Slytherin first.”

Draco gave Harry an incredulous look and playfully pushed him. “Okay, now you’re messing with me, Potter.”

“I’m not, honest!” Harry laughed. Then he held out his hand for Draco to take again. “Shall we go?”

Draco took a deep breath and then laced his fingers through Harry’s. “We shall.”

With that, Harry pushed open the door of the Great Hall. The second they walked in, the entire school fell silent. Draco froze up, fearing the worst. No doubt people would hate him for taking their Golden Boy away from them. Harry noticed and gave Draco’s hand a reassuring squeeze. That simple action caused Draco to relax immediately.

Suddenly a voice Draco recognized as Blaise’s sounded through the completely silent room, “Took you long enough …”

And with that the silence transformed into a deafening roar of cheering, clapping and whistling. Draco felt a smile creep onto his face, and his cheeks were probably very red. He glanced at Harry, who was openly grinning. Draco felt genuinely happy in that moment.

He looked over at the staff table, and to his greatest shock, Snape had a small, proud smile on his face and McGonagall had a similar expression. He even spotted a few professors slipping each other a few Galleons. Draco laughed slightly at that. His own professors had seen this coming way before he himself did. Wow. Talk about being oblivious.

“Draco?” Harry asked him with a sly smirk. “Tonight, Astronomy Tower at 2?”

Draco smiled at him, slowly feeling himself fall more and more in love with Harry Potter every second spent with the Golden Boy. His Golden Boy. “Definitely.”

Gaming Buddies ¦ Jungkook x Reader (Part 1)

Online gaming with your internet friends was all fun and games until your group of online friends finally ask you; ‘hey, should we meet up?’

paring; jungkook x reader, namjin, yoonmin, taeseok

fandom; bts

genre; humor

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

You’ve been interested in gaming since you were little. Your dad was a gamer at heart, and loved showing you his achievements.

Through out the years, you played games such as Call of Duty, GTA, Skyrim etc. You’ve met a lot of gamer friends over these games, however, they all started to fade away one by one.

Until, Overwatch came out. Overwatch was the new hype and it brought a lot of gamers together from around the world because of the multi-cultural diversity. Overwatch became the game you played most, and one of those reasons was because of a certain match you were in.



Welcome to Hollywood.

Select your hero.

You didn’t even have to think before choosing your main hero, Widowmaker. She was a sniper, that you were surprising good at. You were almost as good as your best friend McCreamy. You were also quite happy that you had your favourite map, until you hear…

“WHAT THE FUCK? THAT IS MY MAIN!” You hear a shout through your Turtle Beach headset. You take your headset away from ear in fear that your eardrums would break. You bring it back towards your ear when you hear your Battlenet username being screamed;


You are quick to reply to his ranting self in teamchat.


Satisfied, you sit back in your (Y/F/C) gaming chair. You smile to yourself, clicking on your sitting emote to look like a badass.


Suddenly, you thought to yourself why the fuck was he so rude.  


You are quick to reply to Windowmaker.

'just pick another character’

'i am amazing at her’

'you are just  jealous’

Click. Someone else had turned their microphone on.

“Kookie, please. Just pick another character.” CookingMaMa said. It was a masculine voice which sounded quite soft, and beautiful. You look over to see the Mercy icon next to his name.

“HEY, AT LEAST YOU WERE ABLE TO CHOOSE YOUR MAIN” Windowmaker shouts in despair. He still hasn’t picked his character.


Click, followed by 3 more.

“Just pick another one, you don’t want to get banned. Plus we really need a tank.” The deep voice of AgustD replies, he had picked Bastion.

FINE.” Windowmaker growls. You hear him when he hesitantly clicks on the character Reinhardt.

'finally’  You type, wanting to seem cheeky.

You hear a laugh. “I like this person.” GucciBoi chimes in, he had quite a deep and husky voice. His laugh was cute sounding and you couldn’t help but feel yourself smiling instantly because of it. You look to see he had picked Mei. You were 100% sure, he was a troll player. Which was great for you as you loved those types of players on your team.

'and i like you 😉’ you type as soon as doors open. All of your character models rush out as Widowmaker your character model tries to take the high ground on the right hand side of the map. It was a great advantage being on the balcony. You quickly saw your opportunity to get some quick picks.

Bang is the next thing you hear when aimed for the Solider 76.


You moved your mouse to hover over your next pick, the Zenyatta.


You laughed at the easy picks you were getting. However, you couldn’t stay there long as your team starts to push forward. You walk and grapple across the map to get to a high point next to objective A.

Sitting there was only a lone Bastion. The player hadn’t seen your character model yet.

Bang. Bang.


“Kookie, I think she’s a better Widow than you” A cute voice chimes in, it was quite a high voice but still smooth sounding. It followed with such a cute cackle as well. His username was BusanBoi95. He had picked Genji.

You giggle yourself when all you hear next is insults.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP JIMINIE, YOU ARE A SHIT GENJI MAIN” 'Kookie’ the Reinhardt shouts again.

“Hey, respect your elders.” You hear next, it was from AgustD. He had such a husky, and sexy voice that you couldn’t help but like instantly.


A “Hey” came from both of them. From both of their tones, they sounded embarrassed.

Objective A was complete, however, you still had to push the cart towards the end of the map. You see that AgustD set up in turret form on the cart with CookingMaMa damage boosting him on Mercy. BusanBoi95 was hopping around as Genji and GucciBoi was using his 'So Excited’ emote.

'cookie get to the front of the cart’


'Goodbye Lucio’ You think to yourself, trying to make your way towards the elevator on the map.

“Cookie? It’s with a K”

“Just do as he says, he has a point” BusanBoi95 states, dashing towards the Soldier 76. He ends up killing him in a 1v1.

On top of the roof, you could see everything. Luckily, nobody has spotted you yet.

Bang. Bang.

You start to shoot at the low health Reinhardt.


Next the Bastion.


You swiftly type;

'how do you know im not a girl?’

You start to cackle bringing your hand to your mouth when you hear the replies to your question. You make your way to the second capture point. You see an opportunity to get to the top of the bar roof with the other elevator. You start to look for people. This forces you to place your elbow on your desk to hold your face to look closer at the screen.

“Excuse me, how can you be a girl?” Windowmaker questions, he was still on the cart with probably the best Bastion you’ve seen. Genji reflected and dashed to kill the opposing Bastion who was in the middle of ulting.


“Yo.” You say whilst laughing, you turn your microphone off with another click.

“VOICE CHANGER, I SWEAR” Kookie exclaims. Sneakily, a tracer places a pulse bomb on him which caused the Bastion next to him to die as well.

“You fuck! You should of moved” AgustD growls, looking at his screen that said re-spawning in 30 seconds.

'believe what you want’

You abruptly stop to quickly type. As you see a Lucio growing closer towards you. Unfortunately, he boops you off the roof that you were on towards the massacre that causes both you and GucciBoi to die.


You all see the yellow light. You were back.

“Thank god, Jin-hyung” BusanBoi95 cries, dashing his way towards the healers of the opposing team, hoping to kill them off.


“Getting that 5 man res” GucciBoi carries on, you could hear him squealing as he freezes and Ni Hao’s the Bastion.





“Easiest game of my life boys” You interrupt Windowmaker, leaning back on your chair and grabbing (Y/F/D).

“Shut the fuck up, you did nothing” He replies, growling down his microphone. You giggle at him, closing your eyes for a minute. You open them to see;

**FRIEND REQUESTS RECEIVED FROM: GucciBoi, AgustD, BusanBoi95 , CookingMaMa.