oh jesus this is crap

Hopeless Hearts


jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.


Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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  • i have to do a literal three second quick change and you were assigned to help me out of this dress and into another one cmon lets go au
  • i’m one of the leads and youre the dance captain, i keep forgetting my choreography in the giant sappy romantic dance scene, can you help me (again)?? au
  • we’re the romantic leads and we literally hate each others guts with a burning passion but kissing isnt so bad i guess au
  • the cast party is in the restaurant you work at, could we get a table for 47 please? au
  • literally no one cares, go ahead and change in the middle of the room (ok maybe i care a little bit because damn) au
  • (alt) do yoU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING au
  • im the assistant director and stage manager, i have a lot to do so please stop hitting on me au
  • im the choral director and your voice is incredible, why in the world did they put you in the ensemb- oh it’s because you cant act for crap jesus christ au
  • Me when writing: This is the best thing ever, oh my gosh that line, it's brilliant, it will go down in history as one of the best lines ever written! I am a writing goddess, no-one can stop me!
  • Me when editing: Crap. Crap. Shit. Bollocks. Fuck - oh Jesus Christ, what the hell was I thinking? It must've been midnight when I wrote this. Oh jeez. Throw me off the planet, into the sun, I am the worst writer ever.

Request. Hope you enjoy and sorry it’s short!

Holy crap he could not breathe. He was never going to get out of here. They at the company building on their way home when the elevator let out a groan and stopped between the third and second floor.

“Does anyone have signal?” Yongguk asked looking at his phone.

“No and the emergency telephone isn’t working,” Daehyun answered.

“Keep pressing the alert button, Jongup,” Youngjae said, “Hopefully someone will hear it soon.”

“I’m sure everyone will start wondering where we are.” Himchan declared, “I mean, it’s not too bad being stuck here.”

Then the lights flickered off.

“Really? Why did you do that hyung?” Daehyun complained.

“Junhong are you ok?” Jongup asked, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” Junhong whispered, “I’m okay.”

“You’re shaking,” Jongup grabbed his hands, “Why are you shaking?”

“It’s so tight in here.” Junhong stated, “They make elevators too small.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Daehyun asked.

“Y-yeah.” Junhong answered.

“Oh jesus, crap, crap!” Himchan pushed his way over, “You need to just calm down and everything will be just fine! I think you need to take deep breaths!”

Junhong felt his chest tighten a bit as Himchan began shouting orders at him.

“Himchan stop it!” Youngjae pulled him away from Junhong, “You’re making it worse!”

Himchan stumbled into Daehyun with a thud.

Junhong tugged at his collar, it was getting really hot in here. Beads of sweat fell down his back.

“You’re hyperventilating, calm down Junhongie,” Youngjae told him, “Please calm down.”

“I-I’m dizzy,” Junhong claimed, “I need to get out of here.”

“Yongguk do something!” Himchan demanded, “He won’t listen to me!”

“Because you aren’t helping!” Daehyun argued.

“You don’t think we’ll run out of air?” Jongup asked.

“No stupid we aren’t going to run out of air!” Youngjae snapped.

Junhong felt his chest tighten even more and a few tears slipped out from his face. His stomach was doing back flips and his entire body was shaking. He wiped his hands on his pants and tried to make his shaking stop.

“Be quiet. Now.” Yongguk quietly ordered as he moved over to Junhong, “The heat is getting to us.”

Yongguk rubbed his hand on Junhong’s back. “Sit down with me.” As Junhong sank to the ground, he saw the other members follow as well.

“Junhong,” Yongguk waved his hand in his face, “focus on me. I want you to breath. In and out. In and out.”

Junhong tried to follow Yongguk’s demand and felt himself begin to breathe a little easier. As soon as he was slightly calmer he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. He was being a giagantic baby and had freaked out in front of all of his hyungs, the people he admired most.

“Good job,” Yongguk patted his back, “Now I want you to copy Himchan’s breathing while you listen to me.”

“Take his sweatshirt off,” Youngjae told Jongup, “He has got to be roasting in that thing, take yours off too Daehyun.”

As Himchan exaggerated his breathing for him to follow Junhong tried to take off his sweatshirt before Jongup did but found his fingers to behave like they didn’t belong to his body. Jongup carefully took the sweatshirt off of him so his face was never covered by fabric. Once the sweatshirt was off, Youngjae took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Everything is alright, just keep breathing,” Yongguk said, “close your eyes and imagine someplace else, your in the practice room and you just finished practice.”

Junhong obeyed and felt his body slowly relax. He felt Yongguk brush the hair off his forehead and wipe the sweat from his brow. He was such a baby, his hyungs never acted like this, even when they were his age. He heard Daehyun whisper something about checking the cell reception again and felt his phone buzz. In surprise he pulled it out of his pocket and pushed the center button.

“I don’t believe this,” Junhong gasped, “This is ridiculous.”

His cell phone had a signal.


“If I hadn’t been so stupid and immature we would have been out way earlier,” Junhong sighed, “I behaved like a little kid, not an adult.”

They were back in the dorm rooms now. Himchan had used his phone to call the manager who in turn called the building maintenance. The elevator was fixed and they were let out twenty minutes later. Despite that Junhong did not let go of Youngjae’s hand and Yongguk had to continue to assure him that the walls were not closing in on him and that he could breathe just fine.

“So what? It doesn’t matter, we still got out,” Jongup said with a smile, “Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

“I’m such an idiot,” Junhong moaned, “I don’t understand why I can’t control myself.”

“Junhongie, I know you don’t like to talk about this but sometimes,” Daehyun began carefully, “it seems like you tend to get stressed and upset really suddenly. You just get this sudden anxiety that you can’t seem to stop or be able to calm down. I mean it’s hard to understand what upsets you, sometimes you just get all teary eyed and start to cry.”

“Daehyun, it’s okay,” Youngjae patted his back, “Junhong is fine,”

“Junhong has some anxiety and he has a sensitive heart,” Himchan stated, “The problem with anxiety is that it is hard to understand. We just need to support him when he starts to feel nervous or upset.”

Yongguk patted Junhong’s back and the others gave him reassuring smiles before getting ready for dinner. Junhong continued to sit for a moment and marvel at how much his hyungs cared about him and how willing they were to take care of him.

Calum Hood Imagine - Never Be

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Calum Hood Imagine - Never Be 

I need your love to light up this house
Staring into the darkness of the room, a sudden loneliness crept into your heart. Suddenly sleeping in the middle of a bed you both shared would never feel right. Not while Calum isn’t here. It wouldn’t feel right and it’ll never feel right. It’ll never feel like home. While dialing his number, the rings never sounded so empty despite the blasted volume and eagerness to hear his voice. Maybe it was because you felt empty or the fact that you could never feel warm inside unless you were in his arms, the only place that truly felt like home. 

“Y/n?” He whispered tiredly answering the phone. “What’s wrong baby?” Calum asked despite the fact he was clearly sleeping. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” You whispered back. 

“I was dreaming about you.” He laughed lightly and the image of his smile melted your heart. The sound of his voice made you feel things no one has made you feel before, and suddenly you panicked thinking about losing him, you need him. More than anyone else.  

“I was sleeping right next to you on our cozy bed,” He continued and it eased your thoughts. “but, I woke up and was scared shitless because I thought you left me.”

“Did I wake up after too?” You asked. 

“You did. I told you what happened. You said that you would never leave because the sun wouldn’t shine anymore." 

"It’s true!” I giggled feeling better already. “What did you say after?" 

"I said that without you everything would just be dark. I told you that nothing I could ever have or be will compare to the feeling I get with you next to me." 

"It is dark here without you.” You whispered knowing you were no longer referring the the lights. 

“You have my love and you always will. It won’t be dark for long.” Calum promised over the phone. 

“My poetic lover.”

“The one and only baby.”

“I love you. Goodnight Cal." 

"Goodnight love. I’ll talk to you tomorrow." 

With the click of a button the call ended and the peak of the sun grazed the sky and soft yellow light entered the room.

I need your love guide me back home. 

bae/loser/cal: miss u 

You: imy2 <3 how’s the tour going? 

bae/loser/cal: its great the fans are fucking awesome. but imy 

bae/loser/cal: wish u were here baby 


You: LOOL send me a picture quickly!!

bae/loser/cal: he’s gone babe you took too long to reply *sigh* 

You: wish i was there to see that ;) 

bae/loser/cal: anD TO SEE ME TOO 

You: that too :)))) 

You: when do u get a break? they’re working my poor baby too hard, come home for a couple days. you’ll work too much then you’ll pull a zayn on us.


bae/loser/cal: okay first of all don’t mention that treacherous time i luv zayn 

bae/loser/cal: second why didn’t u get excited when i followed you on twitter 

bae/loser/cal: third idk when we get a break :(( 

You: HAHAHAHA ur so fckn lame ily but awh you gotta come home soonnn pleaseee!

You: (and wow u can spell treacherous???!!!!) 

bae/loser/cal: soon, patience young grasshopper.  

bae/loser/cal: also i can spell a lot of things like s-e-x

You: ….bruh

You: maybe instead of spelling sex u might be able to get some but too bad huh

You: another reason to come homeee *wink* *wink* *winkkkkkk* *coughs*

bae/loser/cal: LOOL dw baby you know your sweet lovin always brings me home
You: ur so cheesy and lame….i fckn love it! ha ttyl <3

We’ll never be as young as we are now.

There’s something amazing about photographs that you could never really explain. An image capturing an entire memory, something capturing that moment in time which would never happen exactly the way it did ever again. You recently got a series of photographs printed in light of your second anniversary and the longing feeling in your heart waiting for him to come back to you. Sitting on your bed with your laptop open, phone on the table, T.V on, and books scattered on the bed you still felt this weird boredom. Today was not your day clearly, but you always knew who could make you laugh when you didn’t even want to smile. 

"Helloooo y/nnnn,” A distinct voice answered after several rings. Laughing slightly you knew that wasn’t Calum. 

“Give it back Ash you fuc-" 

"Hello Ashton?” You questioned  smiling at the thought of the two boys attacking each other over a cell phone. After some possible wreckage, Ashton replied once again.

“God y/n, your boyfriend is really fast and g-OH MY GOD NOT MY BALLSACK CALUM!" 

"Oh my god." 

"Hello, holy crap jesus, oh god. Hi babe.” He panted out of breath. 

“Umm, should I even ask?" 


"Okay then. Well on a different note I got some pictures of us printed. I sent them all to you already but my favorite is that one selfie we took when me and your sister were kissing your cheek but you were about to sneeze and we all had this funny expression on our face and…oh man that was great." 

"I remember that day! We were home alone and I made you eat Vegemite!” Calum explained with excitement"

“It was gross. And you forgot that your sister and I basically murdered you in Mario Kart every single time.“ 

"I was trying to forget actually, but I still love you." 

"I love photographs man, they’re so special." 

"I know, I think I’ll frame some.”

After some comfortable silence a thought came up to mind. 

“So…this is random but can I ask you something?”

“Yeah…should I be scared?”

“No, I was just thinking…”

“I see…" 

"Do you think we’ll just grow old together?" 

"I’d like to think I’ll always be young when I’m with you." 

"Well you better come visit soon, cause I’m only getting older Mr.Hood.”  

“Ha, will do! A couple weeks left baby so hang tight." 

"I will. Bye Cal, love you." 

"Wait, hold on." 


“Even when you do get old one day, you’ll always be young and beautiful to me." 

"You make me smile, all the time. I love you." 



“Make a bucket list. There are just some things you can’t do when you’re 60.”

“Of course, this is gonna be fun. I’ll see you soon Cal.”
“Wait! I got the message." 

"Oh lord, and?" 

"Why’d you send nudes? Not that I’m complaining." 

"WHAT? I SWEAR TO GO-” He cut you off foolishly laughing, 

“I’m kidding! But I gotta rehearse, bye y/n!”

You hung up the phone with an odd smile and a sense of relief. He was such an idiot. Staring at the picture frames on the wall you realized how blessed you were, how lucky you were, how everything would somehow work out and somehow be for the best. While you started the bucket list, you started to wonder if it was the fact that Calum never planned on leaving you, or the fact that you never actually sent nudes which actually brought you more relief.
Not that you’d taken any naked photos of course…but you can’t exactly say the same for him. 

He’s young and stupid but, you only live once? I guess we’d like to believe we’ll always be forever young.  

I see myself here in your eyes 

“I hate that shade of green, take it off.”  You groaned wondering who even made a shirt that looked like that. 

“You just wanna see me shirtless.” Calum smirked. 

“Watch me hang up this Skype call right now.”

“No! I’ll take it off." 

"I hated the shirt but seeing a shirtless Calum Hood is a bonus." 

"I should be in an art museum." 

"I’d give my life savings to get a hunk like you." 

"You already got me." 

"Not physically. I’ve literally been sleeping on the left side of the bed saving space for you.” He wiped the hair from his face and kissed the webcam,

 "You’re adorable.“ 

"One more day?” You asked. 

“I see myself there right next to you.” He smiled.

“One more day right?” You impatiently asked again.

“Yes darling, one more.”  

“Good. I’ll see very soon." 

"Love you y/n, good night.”

I feel our hands intertwined 

“God I missed you, I missed you so much.”

“Finally. Home at last.”

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captain america: civil war looks good

anonymous asked:

So I was thinking about writing a short story about an asexual person (person A) dating a gender fluid person (person B) and the story would appear to the reader that person A is dating two different people and then hopefully the reader gets all distressed towards the end of the story because they're spending the night together or something and the next morning person B is a different gender from how they went to sleep but then they realize that it was the same person all along and it's awesome.


Seriously I would read the crap out of that. When/if you write this, send it to me or direct me to where I can read it because I will. 

Deancas Hospital AU | Snippet

Wherein Dean regrets the ninth beer and discovers his resident is a jackass.

The fifth drink was probably a mistake. The ninth drink was definitely a mistake. He was going to regret it in the morning when he woke up with a hangover he could feel in his teeth but for now it calmed the nervous feeling in his gut.

“One more for the road?” Sam asked picking up his half empty beer bottle and grinned over at Dean. Sam had been staying with Dean for the past three days before he moved to college later that week. That night was the probably going to be the last night Dean got to spend with his brother for a long time so they were making the most of it. Mostly with beer. Ok entirely with beer. 

“One more and I’ll wake up lying in the road.” Dean said wincing slightly when he heard the tell-tale sign of slurring the end of his sentence. Yeah he was three sheets to the wind drunk alright.

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