oh my god somebody hold me

7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face

7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.

6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.

5. The “ZOMFG DID HE JUST BLEW A KISS AT ME?? DID YOU SEE THAT??? OMG I THINK I JUST DIED A LITTLE” look.

4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look. 

3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look. 


2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look. 

1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look. 

In light of Bill Maher being a jackass yet again, I do have to say I owe him a great deal of thanks for helping me become the person I am. I was 16 and probably well on my way to being a Reddit atheist when Religulous came out and I went to see it excited to see somebody who wouldn’t hold back just fearlessly go at religion and then ended up leaving the theater realizing I needed to reexamine all of my beliefs and how I interacted with people because oh god am I that guy I just watched? And from then on i decided that whatever happens I just have to make sure I’m not behaving or speaking in a way Bill Maher would which I think has made me a better person. Before you do anything, think to yourself, “would Bill Maher say, do, or applaud this?” And if the answer is yes, reconsider

Rated R - Sodapop Imagine (Requested)

SEMI-SMUT WARNING!

“Aw, I love that movie!” Steve chanted as Two-Bit flipped through a stack of movies.

Soda and I were laid back on the couch while the rest of the gang crowded around Two-Bit like a herd of wild monkeys. It was a chilly Friday night and since it was too cold to go out to the drive-in, we were all huddled inside trying to pick a movie to watch.

“Nah I think we should watch this one.” Pony said, grabbing a disk from, the now, very messy pile the boys made.

“Yeah, pick one with James Dean in it!” Johnny piped up.

I sighed and rested my head on my boyfriend Soda’s shoulder.

“Will they ever pick something to watch?” I half-smiled.

“You know how the guys can be” he laughed, flashing me his world famous smile.

I’d been so busy with juggling school and work this week that I’ve barely had any time to spend with my boyfriend Sodapop. Not that I didn’t love hanging out with the gang or anything, we always have a lot of fun. It’s just been so long since I’ve gotten any alone time with Soda. Not that I was worried though, I’m just glad I got to see him tonight. Any time together is worth it.

The boys finally picked a movie and we all settled in. Johnny and Pony sat on the other couch while the rest of the gang stayed on the floor.

I felt Soda’s hand come around and rub my thigh. Chills shot through me, but I brushed it off, figuring he probably didn’t notice he was doing it. The rest of the guys were making small talk or laughing about the movie as it began.

Minutes later I felt a hand caress me again. But this time, he brought his hand even higher up my thigh than before, slowly rubbing me under the blanket.

“Soda” I whispered so only him and I could hear it. “Cut it out.”

“Oh come on baby, I haven’t seen you in forever..” he gave me puppy dog eyes, knowing damn well what he was doing.

I glared at him and he eventually moved his hand back, resting it over my shoulder.

Minutes passed when I suddenly felt Soda lean into me, his hot breath hitting my neck. It was clearly intentional.

I furrowed my brows, now even more sexually frustrated than before.

Fine I thought to myself. If he wants to play dirty, than I’ll show him just how dirty I can be.

I slowly moved my hand across his jeans. A small gasp escaped his lips followed by a smirk as I ran my small fingers up and down his now growing erection. The guys didn’t seem to notice.

“(Y/N)” he warned.

“What baby?” I pouted, imitating his actions from earlier. “We haven’t seen each other  in forever, remember?”

“Besides..”I whispered slowly in his ear, carefully unzipping his jeans. I knew he was bound to crack soon.
“I miss how good you feel inside me.”

“Jesus” he sighed.

“I miss the way you feel..I miss the way you moan..”
“But you know what I miss most of all Sodapop?” I smirked.

“(Y/N) baby, please” he whispered, sounding uncomfortably horny.

“I miss the way you taste.”

With that, I quickly slid my hand out of his pants and right back into my lap. He let out a small whimper at the loss of contact.

“But I guess I’ll just have to wait. Besides, we should finish this movie anyway.” I smiled.

I turned my head to face the TV, completely ignoring Soda’s reaction.

“Oh you’re gonna regret that” he said.

All expression drained from his face except for a look of lust in his eyes.

“Oh, am I?” I smirked back, pretending to laugh at his words.

I could tell Soda’s dominant side was coming out. It was rare to see him like this when he’s usually so sweet all the time, but god did it turn me on even more to hear him take control.

“Touch my cock” he growled in my ear.

I practically choked on my own breath at his words. My confidence in this little game shattered.

“What?” I turned to him.

The Sodapop I knew was never this nasty; it was always about pleasuring me first. By this time, my panties were beyond wet.

“You heard me. If not then get on your knees.” he smirked.

“You mean..r-right here? Like - now?” I choked out, looking around the room at the rest of the gang hypnotized by the television.

“Did I stutter?”

I looked up at him, flashing my best innocent face. I slid my hand back under the blanket and back into his already unzipped pants. My tiny fingers were nothing compared to his enormous bulge showing through his boxers, I practically moaned at the sight of it.

Then, I did the unthinkable. I slowly moved my hand into his boxers, rubbing up and down his length. I could already feel the pre-cum dripping onto my hand. I brought a finger up to my mouth and licked all off his juices off, making sure he saw all of it.

“God, I love it when you’re nasty” he groaned.

I brought my hand back down, going at a teasingly slow pace. I grabbed his length with my small hand and dragged it up and down, running my thumb over the head.

“Fuck (Y/N) - more” he demanded into my ear. His hot breath made my thighs clench.

I squeezed my fist and picked up the pace. Thats when he lost it. Soda’s head tilted back by now I was sure the guys noticed.

I could feel him tensing around my hand and I knew he was close.

Suddenly the tension in the room was sliced in half by the sound of laughter. The lights flipped on and our eyes widened in fear.

“Hey, look at these two!” Two-Bit laughed, pointing towards me and Soda on the couch.

A chant of “Oh my god”, “Y’all are nasty”, “Couldn’t hold it in Soda?“ and “Somebodys getting a little frisky”  erupted along with tons of laughter from the gang.

I flushed as bright as a tomato and quickly pulled my hand out of his pants, still hidden under the blanket.

Crash Course || Shawn Mendes Imagine (TRIGGER WARNING)

“You know what!? Fuck you!” That’s the last thing I said before Shawn looked back at me, walked out and slammed the door to our apartment.

*3 Days Before*

“Dammit Y/N! Why are you bitching so much?! Fucking seriously, what is your problem?”

“Huh. You know what Shawn, never mind. All I’ve wanted to do is get out of this fucking apartment, go out with you! But if all you want to do is sit, then that’s fine.”

“I’m not just sitting. I’m writing for my next album and the distractions aren’t helping.”

“So I’m a distraction?”

“No, I didn’t mean-*sigh*, I just meant that I’m really stressed out and-”

“Shawn, save your breath. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Why are you dragging this out? I have to work!” he said standing up off the couch.

“Fine. Then get back to your work.” After I said that, I went up the stairs and cried on our bed. 

*The Next Day*

Shawn POV

“Dude, all we’ve been doing is fighting. One minute she’s happy and giddy and the next she’s the Godzilla of girlfriends.”

“That’s just girls, man. Trust me, Madison is the same way. Especially around that God forsaken time,” Jack G said over the phone. “You still love her right?”

“Of course. It’s just that sometimes, it gets to be too much. Makes me think if all of this would be easier if I weren’t in a relationship right now.”

“Yeah I get that. Hey, I gotta go, but tell me how it all works out.”

“Alright man, I will. Bye.”

*Today*

For the past few weeks, Shawn an I have been at major odds. It’s been really past these past few days. I can’t help but think that a lot of it is my fault, but I can’t control it. If we could just stop arguing long enough for me to explain, that would be great. But, like other things, I didn’t get my way tonight. 

We’ve been screaming at each other for over 2 hours now. I forgot what he even said, but when I saw him start to walk out on me,

“You know what?! Fuck you!” And before I knew it, the door slammed with Shawn on the other side.

It’s been 2 hours since he left and after a lot of thinking, I realized I needed to call him. I didn’t want to do this over the phone, but we don’t always get what we want.

About 5 minutes later, I finally fell asleep.

Shawn POV

I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to walk out before I said or did something I could never forgive myself for. I got in my car and threw my phone somewhere unknown. I drove until I found an over look halfway up a mountain. It looked out over a river and I just walked around for hours and thought of her. The heavy rain brought back why I was so in love. Fuck, I need to call her before it’s too late.

I walked back to my car and got in.

I started up my car and searched for my phone. I pulled away from the outlook and as I was about to call her, I saw that I had a voicemail.

“Hey. It’s me. Look I know you’re mad at me and stressed out. And I also know I haven’t made that easier either. Listen, I really didn’t want to do this over the phone, but I have to tell you before, who knows.”

I was on the corkscrew road, heading down the mountain when she said the words.

“Shawn, I’m pregnant and I wanted you to know before whatever is happening with us gets worse-”

Y/N POV

I jolted out of my sleep and instantly searched for Shawn on my left. When my brain registered that he wasn’t there, I checked my phone. Nothing. It’s 2:17 a.m and I have a feeling that I can’t shake.

Shawn POV

I finally woke up and realized my head was bleeding. I looked around and noticed my car filling up with water.

When I saw how fast it was filling up, I knew I had to get out.

I was starting to get scared when I remembered what Y/N said. As the car filled up faster and faster, I accepted the fact that I would never get to tell her I love her again. Never hold her. Kiss her. Or meet our child. This can’t be the end. Not my end.

“Fuck! God, please have mercy! Please! Somebody help me!”-

“AHHH! Somebody help her!”

“Oh my god! What is she doing?!”

Those were the words I heard as I looked out into the horizon. I can’t believe this is happening, but it’s for him. It’s always been about him. He left me and now I have nothing. 

You would think that I would want to protect my baby, but what baby? She’s gone too. I’m all alone and I would give anything to see him again. To meet her. To fall into his arms one last time. Now I can. Forever

Intervention/Stiles Stilinski Smut

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

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Request: Hi!!!! I love your writings so much! Could you write a smut with Stiles? And there’s handcuffs and the reader is super dominant?

This is Trash

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i think i’m going to pass out.

PROMPT: “I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.”

Warnings: language, i’m guessing? lol

Author’s Note: personal story, minus the whole meeting sebastian thing lol but yeah pls dont be like me and drink caffeine on an empty stomach. 

AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!


You had woken up late and had to get to an interview in about an hour. You had to decide whether to eat breakfast or get ready and look professional for the interview. You chose the latter and decided you would grab something to eat at Starbucks.

You took a shower and got ready as quick as you could. You felt as though you had eight arms from how fast you were moving. You made sure you had turned off all of your hot tools before locking up your place and heading to Starbucks to get your drink. You had about 20 minutes to get to the office when you made it to the bottom of the apartment building.

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Somebody hold me… This video has single-handedly added 20 years to my lifespan. I feel alive in a way I haven’t before just because of this 26 second video. Oh. My. God! I’m pretty sure I’ll Never Ever get over this.. He has a girly side.. the other members always have to comfort him.. he has a tender side.. JB calls him Princess.. I can without a doubt tell you that my life is complete

Superhero AUs #8

Soulmate/Marks Edition 

- ‘Everyone gets a Life Mark when they turn 21, we’ve been nemeses for years and it must be your birthday because your mark is blooming right now…oh my god’ AU
- ‘What the hell is wrong with y- oh no what time is it. Shit! Somebody bring me a mirror the look on your face is scaring me shitless’ AU

- ‘It’s common to cover up your soulmate tattoo but paramount if you’re a super, but your covering just slipped and…hold on, that’s my name’ AU
- ‘I think my worst supervillain knows by soulmate’s name, but I’m not too worried because even with all of my resources I’ve never been able to find this person…what’s worrying is how weird my villain is acting’ AU

- ‘If you kill someone, you gain a tally mark. I was tying you up and your shirt rose up and you’re a hero, why the fuck do you have this many tally marks?’ AU
- ‘When I was a young assassin…’ AU

- ‘I’m trying to plot my domination of the city but my soulmate has been singing  Barbie Girl for hours. Later I’m sure it will be great fuel for my tragic backstory but right now I’d do anything to stop it’ AU
- ‘I’M A BARBIE GIRL…do you think it’s working?’ AU

- ‘I’ve known for years that we’re soulmates because the first time we met my vision gained colours, but you don’t seem to have realised and you hate me too much for me to even try to convince you’ AU
- ‘I finally succeeded in killing my nemesis but my vision just went black and white…oh god what have I done’ AU

- ‘My soulmate countdown clock just decreased by several years just as a new supervillain rolled into the city…oh no’ AU
- ‘I just arrived in a new city and my clock count just decreased massively…who wants to bet I can flatten the city before I have to deal with any of this love bollocks?’ AU

- ‘YOU DON’T HAVE A SOULMATE MARK? SO WHAT? NEITHER DO I; IT’S NO EXCUSE TO BE A DICK’ AU
- ‘…you wanna go get a drink sometime?’ AU

- ‘Soulmate necklaces get warmer the closer you are to your soulmate and I don’t know about you but mine’s on fire, so could you stop trying to kill me for twenty seconds’ AU
- ‘My soulmate necklace was stolen years ago, so excuse me if I ignore you and continue trying to assassinate you for a whole lot of money’ AU

- ‘I’m really forgetful so I write notes on my hand all the time, forgetting that they’ll appear on my soulmate’s skin too’ AU
- ‘focusing rod for death ray, new mask, rope for ransom…I think my soulmate might be a supervillain’ AU

- ‘Your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your wrist, so you won’t know who they are until you lose them. Which makes being a superhero an even more stressful job for me when the words written on my wrist are ‘You stupid hero, you’re not allowed to die on me, not now’’ AU
- ‘We end up teaming up to save the world an inordinate amount, and every time you say ‘I guess this is it’ my heart stops because those are the words written on my wrist and one day soon it’ll be the last time you ever say it’ AU

Let It Go/Klaus Mikaelson Fluff


Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

For some reason I can’t get a single gif to load at all so when I can figure that out I’ll add them to this. 

Also might do a part 2? 

Request:  Could you do a Klaus imagine where the reader is a vampire. She’s Scott’s older sister, Klaus turned her and they’ve been together ever since(the pack hasn’t met or heard of him yet) but one of the pack members (Liam maybe) loses control and accidentally bites her and they don’t know that a werewolf bite kills a vampire until she panics and has to tell them and she has to get one of them to call klaus so he can heal her and the pack is surprised when she tells them about klaus and what he is!THX

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not complaining (kai parker au)

hey hey hey here’s another cute college au! it’s fluffy and sweet, just like kai LOL (tw: mentions of depression)

(no gifs are mine!!!!!!)

“I go on late night walks around campus and apparently you do too” ft Malachi Parker ( @deweyfiinn )

Nights were the hardest for you. You could pretend your depression didn’t exist to the people around you, but you could never lie to yourself. It was a dangerous thing to be left alone with your thoughts in your dark room; it felt like the walls were closing in on you and the windows were there to taunt you. You stayed put your first night on campus, telling yourself you had to do it. But as time went on and you became more comfortable at school, you would leave your dorm sometimes and walk around to calm your mind.

It’s been about six months now and every night that you walk around campus, you see the same beautiful man walking around as well. You two had a class together and every time you crossed paths late at night, you’d smile at each other and walk off. But tonight, you were in a worse state than usual: school was kicking your ass, you were barely making enough money at work to cover your school fees, and your parents were ruder to you than they had been before.

So you walk out of your building, arms wrapped around yourself as you stare at the ground and walk around aimlessly. Not a minute has passed when you bump into somebody.

“Oh my God, I’m so–” you look up and your eyes meet the gentle blues of the handsome not-so-strange-stranger. “Hi.”

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“Hi, yourself,” he smiles at you and nods towards the campus. “It’s a little chilly tonight, but the lights look amazing.”

“They do, don’t they?” You smile back, taking in your surroundings as you realize your school had put up its Christmas lights. You look back at him only to find him already staring at you. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Malachi, you can-you can call me Kai,” he holds his hand out and you gladly shake it, chuckling as he tells you his name.

“It’s almost like they wanted you to be evil,” he nods, laughing at your comment as you two pull away.

“Lucky for them I enjoy helping people and building things more than I do other… evil things,” you nod as he holds an arm out to you. “Shall we?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” you slide your arm through his as he shrugs.

“I mean we see each other practically every night, might as well walk together for y’know safety purposes,” he looks at you and you raise a brow at him, unable to keep a serious look on your face as he winks at you.

“Right, right. Safety purposes.”

“Yeah, yeah. You know I’m right!” He leads you around the buildings, giving you some random facts about the university before pausing in front of the glass building that faced the lake. “Let’s sit here, it’s calming.”

“Yeah, of course,” so you two sit and stare at the waves crashing one after the other, waiting for one of you to ask the question that you both so desperately want to know but also don’t want to answer yourselves.

“So–” you spoke out at the same time, a light laugh spilling from your mouths as you look at each other.

“You first,” Kai looked at you sternly and you nod, happy to oblige. “So why do you walk around campus so late every night?”

And you feel the atmosphere grow heavy, silence taking over for a few beats before Kai clears his throat to answer.

“I can’t seem to sleep. My thoughts drive me wild and instead of suffocating inside of a tiny ass room in these old ass buildings, I walk around out here,” he shrugs, looking back at the water before speaking again. “What about you?”

“Well,” you sigh and look back out, the wind blowing your hair out of your face as you slowly answer him. “It’s about the same as you. Every night I think that sleep will come and I won’t have to pretend to be happy anymore and every night, sleep disappoints. So I’m out here, crossing paths with you.”

“I’m glad you do,” you look up at him, brows raised as he tries to recall his statement. “Well, I mean not the-not the last part, I just mean, I, ugghhhh you know what I mean just put me out of my misery!”

“No,” you laugh and shake your head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well,” he glares at you playfully before nudging your shoulder with his and smiling down at you. “I mean I’m glad you crossed paths with me, quite literally tonight.”

“Hey, I don’t see you complaining,” you stick your tongue out at him and he swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

“No, you most certainly do not.”

Maknae’s Confession

Originally posted by awwsehun

In which you are Suho’s sister who’s an idol too and close with Sehun. (I don’t hate BTS, in fact rap Monster is my bias in BTS. I just needed an idol to mention so don’t bash!)


Ending a busy schedule with your loved ones are the best way to put a stop to your hectic life. After landing from Paris, your group’s last world tour destination about half an hour ago, you stepped out of your dorm with bags of different designer label. Kicking the door close, you called your manager and waited for him on the lobby. “Are you not tired, (Y/N)?” your manager asked. “Nah, I promised to visit oppa after world tour ends” you said.

You pressed the door bell and waited for response. Once the door opened, you took off your shoes and said “Hello, my brothers from different brother!”. “Oh, welcome back, (Y/N)” Chanyeol said as he went to hug you after placing his mug on the table. “I saw your group photos from SNS saying that you guys arrived half an hour ago” he sat down. “Yup, I showered at the dorm and quickly came here” you placed the bags down. “So how’s world tour? Tiring right?” Baekhyun asked. “Yeah, they are” you sighed. “Yah yah, you forgot to greet me?” Sehun closed the door and walked to you. “Why would I?” you stuck out your tongue. “Where’s Joonmyun oppa?” you looked around, searching for your real brother. “He’s in the shower” D.O munched on the popcorn he was holding.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” Joonmyun ran to you with his hair still wet and a towel on his hand. “How are you? I miss you so much!” he hugged you tightly you could barely breathe. “Oppa, I can’t breathe” you said between breaths. “Wow, you really worked out” you touched his biceps after he let go of you. “Ah..I wish I have a younger sister” Baekhyun clicked his tongue and pouted.

After distributing the souvenirs you got for every nine members, you hung out with the EXO members on the living room. “Ah, right! My company has lifted our dating ban!” you exclaimed, earning a look from every member. “You wanna die?” Suho said as he chewed on his food. “What? The company says we can date” you shrugged. “You’re still our baby sister so no, I don’t approve” Lay folded his arm. Your jaw dropped “Oh come on!”. “You think someone wants to date you out there? In your dreams” Sehun chuckled and drank his water nervously as everyone was giving him a playful look, except you of course. If someone wants to date her badly, then it is Sehun. Everyone in EXO would always tease him for being close with you but has a different meaning behind it. True enough, he likes you. He wants to protect you, he wants to hold you in his arms but your close friendship made him hesitates and decided to stay as friends as long as he gets to see you happy. What a coincidence that he becomes close with Suho too out of all the members in EXO.

Everyone laughed at Sehun’s statement, obviously wanted to let the cat out of the bag but hold in their remarks not wanting to get beaten up by the maknae. “What’s so funny? I’ve heard many idols chose me as their ideal type” you pouted. “Yah, I’ve chosen someone as my ideal type, does that makes me want to date her?” Xiumin added. “Anyway, recently I seem to can’t take my mind out of someone” you smiled. Everyone froze and looked at Sehun again. Sehun who felt the staring eyes mouthed a ‘what’ at the elders.

“Ooooh, really, who?” Chen went closer to you and nudged Sehun. “My sister is growing up” Suho grinned and placed his arm around you while you took out your phone to show them something. “This guy” you showed them your phone screen. “NO WAY! WE DO NOT APPROVE!” they said together making you flinched. “Why? He’s a nice guy and he sent a video message for me at Running Man saying that he wants to meet me one day” you explained. “No no no no, not him, not anyone from his group” D.O shook his head. “Seriously, Rap Monster?” Kai asked “You really don’t know anything about dating, do you?”. “Why not? He’s a good leader, he’s very well mannered and nice” you looked at him. “Then, am I a bad leader?” Suho blinked his eyes. Sehun, on the other hand, was quiet after you showed him your phone screen. He couldn’t think straight when you confessed that you like Rap Monster. ‘Seriously, is (Y/N) blind? How can she not notice me all this time?’ he thought and looked down. He couldn’t describe this mixed feeling. Is he mad? Sad? Jealous?

“Yah, give me your phone” Baekhyun said and snatched your phone from your hand. “What are you-“ “I won’t agree you date anyone except..this guy” he handed back your phone after searching ‘EXO Sehun’ on google. You glared at him and hit him with a pillow earning a roar of laughter from the members except Sehun who was trying to look annoyed but smiled every time you were not looking.

“I APPROVE!” Suho raised his hand and ran when you threw a pillow at him. The living room is now a mess – pillows scattered everywhere and the members running around everywhere away from you and Sehun. “Admit it, Sehun. You like (Y/N), right?” Baekhyun said and a pillow landed straight on his face. “Stop acting mad and ask her out already!” Chanyeol laughed. You were about to throw another pillow when you looked at Sehun. The latter pretended to want to punch Chanyeol but then looked at you back. He grabbed your wrist and walked out of the noisy dorm and away from the nosy hyungs.

“What was that about, Oh Sehun?” you raised your eyebrow, curious about what the members said just now. Hands folded, you gave him a curious look. “Its…” he sighed. “Its true, I like you since the day Joonmyun hyung introduced me to you-“ “Why didn’t you tell me?” you looked at him, eyes wide. “Its just…I’m afraid to destroy our friendship. You are a very special friend to me and yes, I want to take it to another level but-“ “Oh Sehun, I like you too” you cut him off and smiled. “Bu-but, Rap Mo-“ “I liked you ever since we became friends but yeah, I didn’t want to risk our friendship too so I kept quiet and moved on  from my feelings” your hands went to your sides and you looked up at the man in front of you.

“So..do you still like me?” Sehun bit his lips, trying to hold in his grin. “I don’t kno-“ you were cut off by his lips kissing yours. His hand made its way to your face and another one snaked around your waist, pulling you close. You smiled between the kiss and placed your hands on his neck. “What about now?” he broke the kiss, leaving both of you breathless. “Yes, I like you Oh Sehun” you chuckled. The best feeling you’ve ever had.

“Hyung, oh my god!” “Suho’s about to kill somebody” “Damn, Oh Sehun is a man now” the members peeked behind the door witnessing the confession of the maknae and Suho’s little sister. “Oh Sehun is sleeping outside tonight” Suho eyed the cheeky maknae that dared kissing his little sister. 

I remember right around September 11, Ja Rule was on MTV. That’s what they said: “We got Ja Rule on the phone. Let’s see what Ja’s thoughts are on this tragedy.” Who gives a fuck what Ja Rule thinks at a time like this? This is ridiculous. I don’t want to dance. I’m scared to death. I want some answers that Ja Rule might not have right now. You think when bad shit happens, I’ll be in the crib like, “Oh! My God, this is terrible. Could somebody please find Ja Rule? Get hold of this motherfucker, so I can make sense of all this. Where is Ja? Help me Ja Rule!”
—  Dave Chappelle’s brilliantly hilarious commentary on celebrity worship in the wake of tragedy
Lullabies // A Phan One-Shot

For the ficlet challenge

Genre: parent!phan, domestic fluff

Words: .7k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: memes

Summary: Dan has an idea for how to get Emily to fall asleep.

A/N: this is my favorite so far :) 

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Kevin Tran the Ladies Man

Originally posted by imagines-for-your-fandoms

Prompt #22 : “Charizards are red, Squirtles are blue, if you were a Pokémon, I’d choose you.”

A/N: Okay, its Pokémon and Kevin…. what could go wrong? But prompt credit goes to the amazing @andtheraincamefalling

Warnings: adorableness all around, SPN swearing


“Look, Y/N, I’m fine! I feel great actually!”

“Kevin,” you deadpanned into the receiver, “you just worked your ass off to translate the demon tablet; you deserve a break.”

You listen as he laughs. “You’re not going to give up are you?”

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˝Happy birthday˝ (Peter x Reader)

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

A/N: Hey guys this is my first birthday themed one-shot, that I have written for

@betty234 because today is her birthday. I hope you’ll all like.


The whole Tower was quite, it felt strange. You walked through the halls in your favorite fluffy socks. Your eyes were wandering around the hallways searching for anything unusual. Before you walked out of your room, you were watching a horror movie. You weren’t a fan of them, but Peter recommended you one, so you watch it, although your brain was fighting about that decision. The silence was broken when you heard footsteps around the corner. You started running in your fluffy socks almost falling a few times. Running to the kitchen you collided with somebody.

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Who I Was. (MarkxReader) Pt.5

Originally posted by jack777


Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

A couple of months have passed, and we were on the plane, headed to America. Sora was unable to make it, due to her schedule for Twice. Harper was sitting next to me on the plane. She nudged me, making me look at her.

“You and Mark are getting kinda close. YOu two would be so cute.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Have you forgotten that he has a girlfriend?” I say, raising my eyebrow at her.

“I know he has a girlfriend, I wa just saying.” She shrugged, leaning back in her seat.

“Jinyoung is nice.” I mention.

“How many times have you talked to him? Like three times?” Harper said, giving me a look.

When we landed, there were fans everywhere. They crowded around us, screaming and taking pictures. Everyone was so calm, but I started to panic.

“There’s a lot of people here.” I say, hanging onto Jackson.

“Are you going to have a panic attack?” He asked, concerned.

“What? Me? I’m not panicking, are you panicking? Is it getting a little hot in here? Wow, there’s a lot of people here.” I say, panicking. Jackson pushed through the crowd, trying to get away from everyone.

“Here, shut up and eat this.” He said, handing me a chip from the chip bag he was holding. I took it, and ate it. he kept handing me more, until I calmed down.

“Good job, Jackson.” Mark said, impressed that that actually worked.

“What? Do you think this hasn’t happened before? I know what to do, she is my sister after all.” Jackson said, cockily.

“We still aren’t related.” I say, making Mark laugh.

“And how do you know that?” Jackson asked, helping me into the car that was waiting for us.

“Jackson, how many times are we going to have this conversation?” I asked, as the car started moving to the direction of the hotel.

“What if I told you, you were my half sister?” Jackson said, trying to convince me otherwise.

“I would tell you, you’re insane.” I say, making everyone laugh.

We arrived at the hotel, and checked in, making our way up to our rooms. Harper and I were sharing a room.

“You can stay in Jackson’s room, I don’t mind.” I say, as we get settled in.

“I might tonight… I’ll keep him occupied if you find a cute guy.” She laughed.

“Ha ha, very funny. But thanks. I’ll never get a boyfriend with him always saying he’s my brother and stuff.” I said, making her laugh more. “I think I’m going to go walk around the hotel for a bit, wanna come?” I asked, hoping off the bed, and started to make my way out of the room.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take a power nap. Traveling makes me extremely tired.” She says, already crawling into the bed.

I left the room, and shut the door quietly, starting to walk down the hall.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, beautiful.” Mark says, into his phone, before hanging up. When he looked up from his phone, his eyes met mine, and he smiled. “What’re you doing out here?” He asked.

“Just walking around the hotel.” I say, starting to walk again.

“Oh, I’m walking too. Let’s walk together.” He said, joining me on my walk down the hallway.

“So, how’s Sora?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

“She’s good. She’s really busy and stuff.” Mark says, simply.

“Sounds fun.” I said, crossing my arms as we walked.

“You having fun? Now that we’re away from the crowd and all?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, I’ve calmed down a lot since the airport… Sorry you had to see me freak out.” I said, embarrassed that he had to that.

“It’s okay. I’m glad Jackson knew what to do. He said it’s happened before?” He asks.

“Yeah, it happens a lot, sometimes over small things, like being late to an event or something. It’s whatever.” I said, shrugging it off.

“That doesn’t sound like whatever.” Mark pauses for a second. “Hey, since tonight is our free night, me and you should probably go over some Korean.” He suggested, making me groan.

“Oh come on, can’t we do that when we get back?” I asked, not wanting to learn anymore.

“How long has it been since you’ve studied it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like a month.” I mumble.

“Exactly, no backing out this time, c’mon.” He took my wrist, and dragged me back to his room. He dug through his suitcase, and dumped out the flashcards we made a while back.

“You even packed them!?” I say, looking at the cards on the ground.

“Yep, let’s get to learning.” He said, sitting on the ground.

We started to go through the words. Mark would hold up a card, and I had to read from it, saying the word in Korean, then translating it to English.  We got one that read ‘키스’.

“Okay, what does this one say?” Mark asked, holding the card up.

“Kiseu.” I say, proud of myself for reading it so well, even though it was a simple word.

“And it means?” Mark questioned.

“Kiss.” I answer, smiling.

“Hm.. What’s that?” He asked, teasingly.

“Next time we come back to the card, I’ll give you a demonstration.” I joked, laughing a little.

Mark laughed as well, and continued to flash different cards. After a few, he went back to the kiss card.

“I think you need to remind me. What is this again?” He asked, leaning a little closer. I laughed, thinking he was joking, turns out he was quite serious.

“You’re serious?” I asked, surprised.

He bit his bottom lip, and smiled. “It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.” He says, innocently, puckering his lips dramatically.  

“Fine.” I said, giving him a peck on the lips.

He chuckled, and pulled me in for a more passionate kiss. That kiss led to making out, and making out led to Mark’s hands traveling around my body. Every part of me was telling me this was a bad idea,  but my body wasn’t listening, I didn’t care.

Mark pulled my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss only for a second, before going right back in. He moved from my lips, down to my neck, his hand squeezing my breasts, soon unhooking my bra. I took his shirt off next, feeling his chest, and abs.

“Is this okay?” He asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Probably not.” I say, bringing him back to my lips.

Let’s just say, thing escalated quickly that night.

~~~

“We shouldn’t tell anybody about that.” I said, leaving Mark’s room the next morning.

He tugged at my shirt, and smirked. “Mhm.” is all he said.

He gave me another kiss, before playfully pushing me out into the hall. I laugh, and happily walked back to my room. I lean on the door, smiling like an idiot.

“Hey, where’d you go last night? You never came back to the room.” Harper said, watching as I plopped down on the bed.

“I was with Mark.” I said, regretting it as soon as it left my mouth, due to the look on her face.

She looked me up and down, and her face lit up with realization. “You and Mark had sex didn’t you!?” She practically yelled.

“What!? No!!” I said, almost as loud as her.

“You’re wearing his shirt.” She said, pointing at the oversized shirt I was wearing.

“So?” I said, trying to shrug it off.

“And no pants.” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay that’s-”

“And you have that hair, and that stupid smile everyone gets.” She pointed out.

“Look, I smile a lot.” I started, but she wasn’t having it.

“You’ve been smiling since you got here.” She said. “You’re still doing it!”

“Stop!” I yelled, covering my face with a pillow.

“What happened to ‘Mark has a girlfriend.’ and ‘Jinyoung’s nice.’? Because it seems like you forgot.” Harper said, being a little serious now.

“I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. It’s just a hook up, a one time thing.” I said, trying to wipe the stupid smile off of my face.

“I would be mad, if you two weren’t so freaking cute.” She sighs. “Ugh, if Sora finds out about you two, I didn’t know about the whole thing, got it?” She said, pointing a finger at me.

“I swear, your name won’t even come out of my mouth.” I say, holding one hand to my heart and the other in the air.

“I’m a terrible person.” She sighed.

There was a knock on the door, and Harper got up to get it, letting in Jackson.

“Hey.” He said, sitting on my bed next to me. “What’s up with the look on your face?” Jackson asks, studying me closely. I put my face in my hands, trying to cover my never ending smile. “(Y/N)… Are you okay?” He asked, getting closer to my face.

“We were just talking about girl stuff.” Harper covers for me. “We need to keep talking about it too, so come back later okay?” She said, tugging Jackson out of the room.

~Third person P.O.V~

Jackson walked into Mark’s room, and sighed. “Harper and (Y/N) are acting weird.” He said, sitting on the bed.

Mark looked at him for a second, before answering. “What do you mean?” He asked, sitting down as well.

“Well, when I walked into the girl’s room, (Y/N) had this stupid smile on her face, and when I asked what was up, Harper said they were talking about ‘girl stuff’ and kicked me out of the room… I wonder what’s-” Jackson stopped mid sentence, staring at the ground. “Hey… Isn’t that the shirt (Y/N) wore yesterday?” He asked, holding up the shirt. He looked around the room again. “And those are her pants-” He started, reaching for the clothing, but Mark quickly got up and knocked the pants out of his hands.

“Jackson, we’ve been really good friends for a long time, and I want to say thank you.” Mark said, making Jackson look him in the eyes.

“What?” Jackson raised an eyebrow, in confusion.

“I might have… Cheated on Sora… With (Y/N)…” Mark confessed, after taking a deep breath.

“You what!?” Jackson yelled, ready to hit the boy in front of him.

“But!” Mark said, making Jackson stop mid-slap. “I wanna say thank you.” Mark said, holding his hands up in defense.

“For what? What do you wanna say thank you for, Mark!?” Jackson asked, hands on hips.

“For being there for me.”

“No.”

“For being my best friend.”

“No.”

“And for having my back with this.”

“No! I am not being there for you, I don’t have your back, so just stop talking.” Jackson said, shaking his head.

“Just, get it off your chest, you know, tell somebody.” Mark said, staying calm.

“Like who? Who would I tell?” Jackson asked, growing annoyed.

“Well, not Harper.” Mark said. “Definitely not Harper.”

“Oh god.”

“Anyone but Harper.”

“This is too much.” Jackson said, putting his head in his hands.

“I knew I could trust you.” Mark said, putting a hand on Jackson’s shoulder.

“Can I say something, since you’re getting under my skin a little bit?” Jackson asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, anything.” Mark said.

Jackson started hitting him, and Mark did the same. The two just stood there, hitting each other like two little girls.

“Give me one shot at that big head, I’m gonna knock you out.” Jackson said, holding up a fist. Mark backed away, and held his hands up.

“Look, I’m sorry! But it was something I needed.” Mark said, giving up on trying to be calm. “It’s been a whole year!” He whined.

“That’s your problem. You need to figure this out.” Jackson said, before storming out of the room.

~~~

You both kept this up for a whole week. You and Mark always doing things in his hotel room, and Jackson acting weird around Harper, not knowing she knew about the situation.

One day, you and Mark were trying to go over Korean, but like every time you guys tried to study, one thing lead to another, and you two were making out, when there was a knock at the door. Mark stood up, and went over to the door, fixing his clothes a bit before he actually opened it.

He froze when he saw who was standing in front of him. “Oh, uh, hey Sora…” He trailed off, overly surprised to see her.

“Hey Mark!” She sighed, smiling brightly.

“Hey… What are you doing here?” Mark asks, as he motions for you to leave behind his back.

“Well, Twice got done with promotions early, so they said I could come on tour with you now.” She said, leaning up to kiss him, but Mark moved his face away, and hugged her awkwardly. “Oh, okay, I figured you would want a kiss, but I guess not.” She said, kinda suspicious.

“I’m sick.” He said, quickly. As the two talked, you hid in the bathroom, and shut the door quietly.

“So, can I come in? Or are you gonna make me stand out here for the rest of the tour?” Sora asked.

“Oh, yeah, totally, sure, of course.” Mark said, awkwardly. He looked over his shoulder, to see where you were. When he didn’t see you, he opened the door fully, so Sora could come in.

Once she walked fully in, and her back was turned to the door, you bolted out of the hotel room into the hallway, without being seen.

“Are you okay? You’re acting kinda weird?” Sora asked, eyeing him.

“Me? I’m great, I’m just so surprised and happy you’re here.” Mark said, trying to put on a genuine smile.

He sat on the bed, and Sora sat next to him. She made a weird face, as she felt something under the bed. She bent down, and picked it up, scrunching her eyebrows when she saw the bra that was hiding in the room. Mark cleared his throat, as he stared at it as well.

Realization hit Sora’s face, and she stood up angrily. “Okay, I see.” She said, starting to walk out.

“Dammit Jackson.” Mark practically yells, stopping Sora from leaving. She turned around, and gave him a weird look. “It’s Harper’s, I caught Jackson and Harper doing stuff in here last night, I guess she left it.” Mark says. He grabbed the bra, and threw it somewhere in the room. “He can be a bit much, you know.” He said, shrugging. “Let’s go for a walk, and catch up, K?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head, and leading her out of the room.

Careless Fall: Part I

It seems the years you spent away from Jinyoung are long forgotten. It’s alarming how your feelings for him are still strong, unwavered. You can’t help but wonder if he also feels the same, even after all this time.

Protagonists: Park Jinyoung & you

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Drama - Idol!verse

Careless Fall [Mini Masterlist] - My masterlist


Dorine hadn’t said that GOT7 would be there… You should have figured it out thought, googled it or something. Coming here without realizing this was a bit silly, but you were bored to death waiting for your movie to start shooting in one week. You don’t have friends in Los Angeles and quite frankly, have no interest in hanging out with the cool crowd. You much prefer calm gatherings like tonight, no one is shit faced, no drugs, no paparazzi and no scandals.


“So, how do you like L.A. sweetie?” Concern is discernable in Dorine’s voice and there’s clicking sounds in the distance which makes you think that maybe she’s in her kitchen cooking. Also, it’s 5pm.

“It’s… Very sunny” You force a laugh. “The place is amazing really! I love it thank you, it already feels like home.” It’s true, the condo she found you is more comfortable than luxurious, just like you, and perfectly situated for you needs.

“But it isn’t home, I know.” She pauses to say something in mandarin to somebody in the background and sigh. “I’m glad you like the place sweetie. Listen… Are you free this Saturday? We are having a small reception at a nearby hotel, it’s our wedding anniversary… It won’t be just family so you don’t have to be uncomfortable or anything. But it’s a small thing, I’ll text you the information.” She takes a moment hesitating. “You know that nephew I talked about… The one who’s a cameraman, he’ll be there too. Come hang out and make new friends from the neighborhood, ’kay?”


You agreed to go, of course. You like Dorine and Raymond, they are nice hard-working people, just like your own parents and very kind. Mark is here, it makes sense that they’d find a date where their son could make it home for such an event. But his whole group didn’t have to come. His eyes were searching for yours during the dinner and you can feel them on you even now.

You were walking down the hall earlier and saw him turn the corner, you had to hide in the women’s bathroom to calm down you heart rate. After all this time, you should have better control over yourself, that’s the most infuriating thing. Finding out that the situation remains unchanged even if you haven’t seen him in almost two years. You wondered if you should face him, but you’re too scared. Scared he remains in control while you lose your mind, yourself, all over again.

That’s that fear that makes you avoid him altogether, although you know he’s looking at you. It’s distracting to even think he’s in the same room, but you don’t feel like leaving just yet. Instead, there you are, trying to look busy and listening to Mark’s cousin drop names to impress you.

“Have you ever met Wes Anderson?” One of Steve’s eyebrows raises, questioning.

“Wow. No, I didn’t have that chance. I really lov-”

“All of his work is a-ma-zing, right?” You’re not sure why he says this like he’s asking, since he has no intention of stopping his monologue. He goes on and you nod in rhythm. Steve is nice, it doesn’t matter if he’s hitting on you or simply making conversation because Dorine asked him to. He has no idea, but his unique purpose is to keep you away from him tonight.

It takes another 15 minutes of this before Steve realizes your drink is empty and kindly offers to go get you a new one. It’s open bar, though. You wish he’d be quick enough so no one sees you alone and comes over. The celebration is small, like Dorine said it would be, about a hundred people are spread across the dancefloor or are relaxing at the tables by the pool. This is where you wait, sitting in a fancy metal chair at a tiny round table.

After Steve left, you do not let your eyes wander on the crowd, it could be dangerous. Instead, you intensely observe every detail of the plant pot who serves as centerpiece. This technique doesn’t prove to be safer thought. You probably should have gone get your drink yourself. When somebody clears his throat next to you, you freeze in anticipation.

“OH. MY. GOD. It’s my first time meeting a real Hollywood star! Can I have your autograph please?!” You meet Jackson Wang’s brown eyes and sincerely laugh. Jackson is fine. Jackson is safe. He’s holding a glass in front of you, a gin tonic, your favorite drink. His smile becomes inhumanly larger when you grab it.

“Shhhh- Jackson! I’m undercover, it’s just me.” His happy expression turns to fake seriousness and he sits next to you in a hurry. The Idol’s hand grabs the flower you were staring at earlier and he hides behind the tiny pot, leaning towards you in confidence.

Y/N?! Shit. I almost didn’t recognize you behind all that…” His free hand gestures your face. “All that, fame, you know.” You can’t help but to laugh loudly again, Jackson has always been fun to be around. He returns to normal with a proud smirk and takes a sip from his own glass. “I’m surprise to see you here. We knew you were filming in Los Angeles, but I didn’t know you’d come tonight.” We. You smile gently and your eyes uncontrollably flutter to the crowd. Even if he doesn’t move, you know Jackson doesn’t miss that quick peek. You know he’s there too, somewhere.

“Mark’s mom sold me a condo and I’m here filming a project.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“I know, now you have a nice place here, how is it?”

“Terribly lonely.” His eyes darken, something about Jackson just inspires confidences, it always has. “But the flat is amazing, you can borrow it whenever you’re in town. There’s a lot of place and I plan to be in Seoul most of the time anyway.”

Then is there place for me too?” A shiver runs down your spine when you freeze again. He casually slips in the empty chair next to you and cocks his head with a warm smile. The corner of his eyes remains unwrinkled thought, so you know it’s a formality. It’s the first time you get a good look at him tonight and he’s wearing a crimson shirt, with the top button open and tucked in tight black pants. Jinyoung is so gorgeous it takes your breath away, it always does.

“Sure, I-I can make place for you. The whole group is always welcome.” Your voice sounds bright, but a bit too controlled, too calculated. He’s staring, trying to read something in your eyes and it feels like he wants to add something.


Tears are rushing down your face and you angrily wipe them with the back of your hand. What are you doing y/n? You’re mad at your life, mad at your manager and beyond pissed off at yourself. You shouldn’t be leaving like this; it feels like you are ripping your own heart apart. The rain outside makes the streetlights outside the taxi appear all blurred, but it could be your tears. Your phone rings and you let it go straight to voicemail without looking, why should you? It’s Jinyoung, you know it. He’s looking for you, searching for you. He wants answers you won’t give him. You hate yourself for taking this decision, breaking both of your hearts over this, but it’s like your manager said: “Love, nobody chooses an affair over a lifelong dream. This isn’t a Jane Austen Novel, get your shit together.”

Fine, the public may love you imagining together, they may ship you, but you know what comes next, hate. Jinyoung’s an Hallyu Star, a very popular one, and you’re a rookie actress who’d be taking advantage of his fame. He’s the only reason the drama was this successful to begin with. You should’ve read that stupid script better, should’ve gotten the hell away from this impossible situation. Shield your heart, stayed away from Jinyoung’s.  Did what your character never could. That way, maybe, your ending wouldn’t be half as sad.


You shake your head, annoyed by the sudden memories you had buried in your mind for years. It should stay in that deep and dark corner, the one with the emotions you avoid at all cost. Jinyoung’s brows furrow and dig a little hole in the perfection of his forehead. You decide to hurry and talk first to defuse the situation.

“So… What are you guys doing in L.A.? I doubt you are here for Mark’s parents wedding anniversary, right?” You spoke candidly, but both men’s expressions turn to something that looks like genuine surprise.

“We are on tour.” Jinyoung lies back in his chair and his gaze turns amused. “I thought you knew. We didn’t get you ticket. I was afraid you’d come and leave in the middle of the show.” Jackson involuntarily winces and your heart sinks. It hurts but he has every right to act this way, half-teasing, half-pricking.

“Don’t say this. I would have love to come.” You sure aren’t as close as you used to be. You suddenly wonder if Jinyoung’s still in pain. It’s very much like you to only think about your lingering feelings. He’s always the one considering others and insisting on understanding how everybody’s thinking before making a decision. That’s why he got it right away, why you left him all alone.

Waaaah, how could you say that after all the times I sent you tickets and waited, only for you to never show up?” Jinyoung cups his chin, elbows resting on the table. You never got those tickets. You’re not surprised, though. Your agency didn’t want you to see him again after the drama ended. They made sure you never accidently met at a studio or an event. When you found out, you were a bit thankful, even if it was only to avoid the usual dating rumors. Now that you’re facing him again, you’re sorry. It must have been painful, reaching out and never hearing back from you since then.

You look at Jackson and see he seems a bit too excited by this meeting. His tongue runs on his lips, eyes going between the two of you facing each other. He seems to be still gauging the situation, not wanting to leave just yet, wondering if you two can really be left alone. You know he’s one of Jinyoung’s closest confident, maybe he knows more than anyone where his friend’s playfulness stops and where it gets serious. When the fun stops.


“HI! OMG IT’S YOU” A man just a few inches taller than you comes running your way and the man next to sighs loudly. You giggle, of course you already know who he is. “I’m Jackson, nice to meet you! You’re all he ever talks about at the dorm. Y/n said that! She wore that! She so beau- OUCH!” He shuts up after receiving a sneaky elbow from an unamused Jinyoung. “Don’t hit me!”

“Please, don’t hurt Jackson-sunbaenim!” You chuckle and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“I’m going to get us drinks. What do you like?” He shoots his member a warning glance after you answer and leaves, completely ignoring the brown-haired man begging repeatedly for a beer.

“Gin tonic, unh?” Jackson leans in, looking intrigued. “I’ll add this to the well documented dossier I have dedicated to you at home.” You happily laugh and Jackson tilts his head. “You find this funny, I’m being serious.”

“I don’t doubt it. Jinyoung said you can be quite protective, although I doubt you have anything substantial on me.” It’s Jackson’s turn to laugh, he cutely throws his head back to do so.

“Mmmm…” When you see the fake serious, detective-like look on his face, you know you guys are going to be friends. “I know that, weirdly enough, your favorite movie genre is horror, Jinyoung like those too.” He pulls a disgusted face and you giggle. “You listen to jazz; he was ecstatic about that too. You don’t like tofu, you hate clubs, but enjoy dancing, you worry about your parents a lot, you like picnics, you want to hike but don’t have time…” Since you stay silent, amazed, Jackson continues. “You’re good at languages, love to read poetry, you’re always sick before press interviews because you’re too nervous and you prefer cats over dogs, but hate to choose… Aren’t you a bit too perfect?”

“Does he talk about me that much?” Your heart is pounding in your chest, you didn’t realize Jinyoung was listening to you rambling on those sleep deprived, long filming days. Let alone cared enough to remember these things.

“Yes, but I did ask.” Jackson shrugs, before turning suddenly serious. “Shit, if he ends up bringing me a beer… Please don’t tell him I said all that.”


Jackson decides to take his leave after Jinyoung not so subtly glares at him, annoyed. Curiously, you’re not scared anymore, you want to be left alone with him.

“Right… I think I should find Bambam… Make sure he’s keeping away from Mark’s high school friends.” You all laugh, partly because this could be a valid excuse, partly because it’s utter bullshit. When he leaves, Jinyoung turns to you again, gaze a bit more serious and your heart skips a beat. Before he can open his mouth, Steve shows up with your new drink. He sits on the last chair across you and slides a Rhum & Coke on the table, ignoring your new drink. Like it’s the most normal thing to do. He sits in the chair previously occupied by Jackson.

“Oh, that’s right! You guys know each other… From that tv show, right? Mindless… Mindless Fall?” Steve speaks English and from the corner of your eye, you see Jinyoung stiffening on his chair.

Careless Fall” You both correct him at the same time and you smile. Steve’s gaze moves between you two before he speaks again.

“Oh yeah, Careless Fall… It’s been years though, no?” His eyes narrow, but his smile stays friendly.

“Sure!” The air is tense and you’re not sure how to act. “3 years, we were just catching up.” Jinyoung presses his knee on your leg, you’re already acutely aware of the tiny space separating your bodies, but his gesture still makes heat rush to your face.

“We were talking about important career stuff earlier, right y/n?” Steve looks at you with inquisition and you nod. Jinyoung leans back and cross his arms, visibly hating every second of this.

“You talk all night, I never see her alone.” He coldly grins. You love the way the words roll out of his mouth. Warm spreads to your cheek, you should have better control after these years, but he makes English sounds so soft that you can’t help yourself. It takes you a few seconds to process what he just said. His voice may remain calm and collected, but his intentions are clear and Steve has the sensibility of a brick if he doesn’t leave after that.

“Um…” Uncomfortable, you turn to Jinyoung to clarify, but he’s not looking your way. “Steve has contacts in L.A., friends, he wants me to meet.” You speak a bit slower than usual so he understands everything, but make sure it’s not noticeable enough to embarrass him.

Ani! He talk. You listen.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes and your jaw drops.

“Excuse me?!” Mark’s cousin sounds offended. A brick.

“Fine, I’ll leave then.” Jinyoung motions to stand up, but stops to look at the hand you put on his forearm like it’s something foreign. He continues in Korean, his voice softer. “Go ahead, make contacts. But just…” He hesitates and something passes on his face before being replaced by a playful smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Just don’t get bored to death for the sake of avoiding being alone with me.” Then he turns away, leaving before you can guess what that something was. Was it hurt in his eyes just now? Does Jinyoung still hurt because you left that day?

“Wait! I wasn’t av-…” You begin to speak but stop mid-sentence. You have been avoiding him for years. You turn to look at Steve and he seems pissed, he can’t speak Korean but he probably has a fairly good idea of what’s going on.

Jinyoung’s still walking away in direction of the dancers and rest of the party. This time he’s the one walking away. Before you can stop yourself, you’re going after him. You grab his elbow, forcing him to stop and to look at you, see you. When he does, his eyes widen in surprise.

“Are you running after me? Well, this is a first.” He chuckles and passes a nervous hand through his hair. “What?”

“I want to talk too…” You intended to sound confident but the last word dies on your lips.

Jinyoung’s body stiffens, his mouth is now tightened in a fine line, he’s very uncomfortable. You freeze too, absolutely everybody at the reception is staring in your direction.

Then you realize why. It’s the song, your song is playing. The way too popular ballad that was the theme of the drama you both starred in. It somehow became that iconic song that will haunt you to the grave and that everybody else’s enjoying. Whenever you go to a party or a wedding, people make sure they play it and slow dance… Then you must endure 5 minutes of pure agony, remembering how you lost the only man you ever loved.

“It’s our song.” You feel his arms wrap around your waist at the same time your eyes catch Mark and Jackson smiling bright next to the DJ. He faces you, slightly unsure and the tip of his ears bright red.

“… Dance with me?”


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