so young and already so handsome


hey my lovely dear friends, human or otherwise 😺🐶 I was lucky enough to receive an early access code from EA for the new cats & dogs expansion!! big thanks going out to EA!

so, without any further ado, I am so excited to share with you my take on the highly anticipated addition of our furry friends into the sim world. join your girl blarf as I take on my first day in Brindleton Bay! 

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Summary: Your parents confuse Lunch and Brunch and visit early, catching Sebastian in your apartment before he has a chance to leave.
Words: 646

This just randomly popped into my head and for some reason I thought it was hilarious…

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Mystic Messenger x BTS

I am pretty sure something like that has been done already but I had an idea and I couldn’t stop myself, so bear with me! 

warning: this post contains pictures of Mystic Messenger characters (Seven, Yoosung, Jaehee, Unknown, Jumin, V, Zen) which you may not have seen yet if you didn’t play all the routes. 

However, there are no spoilers concerning the storyline or any events in the game. Enjoy! 

Taehyung/Seven: EdGY, people tend to misunderstand them bc they do weird things sometimes

Suga/Jaehee: hard working af, so done with everyone, let them rest

Jin/Zen: WORLDWIDE HANDSOME, beautiful and talented, love themselves 

Jungkook/Yoosung: MAKNAE, so young and pure and adorable, gamer boyz

Jimin/Jumin: their names WELP, both have many sides to their personalities (also: Jimin totally fell for this cat during the Summer Package photoshoot <3)     link to the video *meow*

Rap Monster/V: leader of the group, takes responsibility, deep thoughts

Unknown/JHope: sometimes I tend to believe that cheerful people like Hoseok have a darker side to them which they don´t show to the outside world (everyone has secrets, right?) 

Dark! Thalia

So I see a lot of posts talking about the potential of Dark! Percy or Leo etc. Yet I’ve never really seen one on Dark! Thalia. To me she’s probably one of the most likely to have reasons to go dark or turn against the gods. Let’s assess her history here.

*We know that growing up wasn’t easy for her. Her mom was an alcoholic and a popular tv star.

*Some things we can assume do to the previous information. Alcoholism often has severe mood swings as a side effect so Thalia has probably seen some pretty scary and ugly sides to her mother that the public doesn’t see. For a little kid it must be pretty terrifying.

*If her mom was a celebrity there had to be some pressure that went along with that. To be a good kid so her mom’s image wasn’t damaged.

*Going back to Alcoholism it’s gotta be tough as a child to slowly comprehend and realize that your mother is drinking herself to death and slowly wasting away.

*Part of Thalia must have understood and come to two conclusions about this. One: Her mom wasn’t necessarily able to handle the pressures of the media and despite the crap Thalia went through because of her mom she still loved her and would most likely developed a certain bitterness towards the media and most and prying people. Two: She would also realize that it would be easier on her mom if her Dad was there. She’d grow bitter towards him because to her, if he stuck around maybe none of this would have happened.

*Later her father actually comes back which must seem like a miracle to her. Imagine the hope that would bubble up in her little chest. Things were going to be fixed and she and her mom could be happy.

*Now imagine her finding out that he wasn’t going to stick around and then finding out her mom is pregnant. Not only that but coming to the conclusion that her father, who for a split second was her hero, had now only made things worse.

*Imagine Thalia being so grown up at such a young age. Imagine her trying to keep her mother from drinking because she’s pregnant. Or trying to help with things like making dinner and cleaning the house.

*Then Jason is born. And she’s sitting there holding this small innocent child. A kid whose done nothing wrong and she reflects on all of the crap she’s dealt with and decides that won’t happen to him, it can’t.

*Thalia doing everything in her power to give him a better childhood than she had. He becomes her world. Thalia is his world and for a bit he’s the source of her only happiness. Thalia would end up losing her own childhood to raise him.

*Now picture this. Picture Thalia scouring around for Jason complete panic kicking in because “how could I lose him?” “This is my fault!” Only to realize that her mother is oddly calm about this. Being told that Jason was gone for good and suddenly her world just collapses.

*There’s no reason for her to stay anymore. Because honestly she’s contemplated running away before. But she stays a bit longer because she’ll feel guilty. Because her mom needs her. But she eventually can’t take it anymore so she runs away.

*She then meets Luke. A boy who understands everything she’s going through. And for once she can be herself and do as she pleases without having to worry about anyone. She gets a bit of that childlike freedom back.

*She finds Annabeth and every instinct n her being is screaming to protect her. Because Annabeth looks like Jason, she’s as small and innocent as he is, and damn it “I failed Jason but I’m not failing her.”

*Thalia finally has a family she wants. A family she loves. Only it doesn’t last.

*That night on the hill she’s not letting anyone touch the people she cares about because she failed once with her brother and it will not happen again. Not ever.

*Imagine the fear and sadness because she knows there’s no way out of this. But there’s cult there too because this is her fault isn’t it? She’s the daughter of the king of the gods. The monsters are after her. Not them.

*She dies. When she wakes its an entirely different world.

*The little girl she protected for so long is now nearly her age. She missed Annabeth’s childhood. She missed getting to see Annabeth grow up but now Annabeth has Percy. Annabeth doesn’t need Thalia anymore and it’s heartbreaking.

*What’s worse is then she discovers the boy who helped take care of her is evil. It doesn’t make sense at first but then comes the guilt. If she’d been alive maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

*Not only that but her first mission and Luke tries to hurt Annabeth. But a part of her doesn’t believe it. Not until she sees it.

*What we have to understand is that right now at this point she’s also understanding that the prophecy is about her. Not Percy. Not anymore at the moment.

*The bitterness at the world inside of her had to have been so much. So strong. Later she would find out the only reason Luke wanted her to live was so he could be a part of his evil plan.

*Fast forward to the moment she has to fight him on mount Tam. The real moment she realized Luke isn’t the same person anymore. The pain of coming to terms with that would hurt so much. Yet she’d also realize that to an extent he’s right, the gods caused it all, but she can’t side with him because it isn’t right.

*She then becomes the lieutenant of Artemis and has to prepare for a war.

*When the final battle comes around the people she cares about most are constantly on the verge of dying. What’s more is that throughout this entire series Zeus does not show his appreciation for the sacrifices she’s made. And when he does it’s an after thought. In the titans curse one of her biggest struggles as a character is the idea of whether or not her father even cares about her.

*Later she, Percy, Grover, and Annabeth are racing to the throne room. A statue of Hera falls and it’s supposed to be for Annabeth but without hesitation she once again saved Annabeth. Saved the girl she promised to protect and in the process gets injured.

*Everything is like an endless spiral for her. Nothing ever really looks up. Luke dies and she learns that he was himself in the final moments.

*Whats worse however is that she wasn’t there to see it. All she remembers is him trying to kill her. That’s her last memory of him. His evilness not his kindness.

*The war is over and everyone gets their happy ending but she goes back on the hunt again.

*A new war comes up and she is left leading the hunters as the sort of clean up party. Trying to keep things in check while the gods lose their minds. It isn’t all that fair.

*A brief moment of happiness comes when she is reunited with Jason but he’s so big. So grown up and just like with Annabeth she’s missed him grow into a handsome young man. He won’t need her that much anymore.

*Without hesitating she is going to help him in his quest. Only to find out the reason all of this happened was because of Hera. Who has already taken enough. Yet Thalia’s supposed to just let her baby brother go on a quest and save the world when she’s just now gotten him back. A quest where he could very well die and she couldn’t protect him.

*Then to make things worse she has to continue playing clean up and wrangling monsters while everyone prepares for war. Only for all of her friends to go on a quest and risk death with no way to necessarily contact them.

Imagine all of this boiling up. It would be so tiring. So exhausting that you can’t help but wonder how she hasn’t snapped yet? Percy and Leo and the others both got the love of at least one parent. She got the love of none. She raised her brother. She died for her fiends only to come back into a world she didn’t know. If anyone has a right to snap it’s her.

Then again all of the demigods have their reasons and it’s amazing they’ve held out so long. Anyways, I figured since no ones done one of these for Thalia I might as well. Thanks for reading,

Breaking Innocence (Rowoon x Reader)

Rated: M, with plot and fluff!

(A/N) Heyo! I’m finally back again with a fluffy smut where you and SF9′s Rowoon have been childhood friends forever, can you stay that way for much longer? Awkward teenage feelings and sexual tension ensues!

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 You don’t really remember becoming friends with Rowoon, just that it was during a sweltering hot summer and your mom had plopped your favorite floppy red hat on your little toddle head. The cicadas had been screaming their usual cacophonous chorus as you and your mother walked hand in hand toward the new city playground that had just been built. You’d begged and pleaded for your mom to take you, pushing out a few forced tears in order to get your point across. She’d laughed cordially at that and kissed your cheek, never able to deny her little pumpkin as you beamed up at the face you loved most in this world. You couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped your lips as you urged your mother to hurry up, your pretty sun dress dress twirling around your chubby legs excitedly, “Mama, Mama, let’s go!”

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Beyond the Horizon - Chapter 41

Fic Update

Beyond the Horizon:  AU: When Princess Emma’s ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.

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                                            Chapter Forty-One

                                      Of Mermaids and Monsters

Her first kiss had been at fourteen, not long after her breasts had begun to swell to womanly roundness under the bodices of her gowns and the lords of the court (both unmarried and not) started to watch her much more closely when she entered the Great Hall behind her parents or took the floor to dance with her father at a ball. He was a knight, bold and boastful, the first who’d asked for her token to carry with him to the annual jousting tournament for luck instead of her mother’s. Three years her senior, he was tall and handsome and when he’d bent down and his lips had brushed hers Emma had felt her heart beat faster under the laces of her new corset and the flutter of a thousand butterfly wings taking flight in her stomach. That night she’d watched the stars from her balcony for hours, her mouth still tingling from his kiss and her head full of dreams. A horse with a gleaming chestnut coat and polished armour shining bright in the sun…a red rose tossed to the victor from the royal box in front of a cheering crowd….walking down the aisle on her father’s arm in a white gown with diamonds in her hair and the bells ringing throughout the entire kingdom in celebration.

She’d thought she was in love, that a few chivalrous words and a single, stolen afternoon alone together in the gardens was enough to be certain. But a lace handkerchief carefully scented with perfume filched from her mother’s vanity wasn’t enough to win a joust and her bold knight had left the field empty-handed, sullen, and withdrawn when she’d sought him out that night after the feast and tried to comfort him as best she could. They’d kissed again in the shadows, with the music and the laughter from the revels fading away as her arms had slid around his neck and he’d pressed her into the wall behind them, the cold stone somewhat rough on her back but she hadn’t cared, not when her heart was full and her body was aflame in new, unfamiliar ways. He’d left her that night with a whispered promise that she believed, just as she believed that her father really was the most charming prince in the land and her mother truly was the fairest of them all.

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shieldmaidens-of-asgard  asked:

okay I got this: AU where Michele and Sara are stylists and Emil is a model

  • Michele and Sara are already well known in the fashion world despite their young age
  • They don’t like to admit it, but part of the reason they’re so successful is that they’re The Ridiculously Handsome Twins TM
  • They both have incredible fashion sense, but they can’t really work each on their own. As much as they try, their solo projects always end up a disaster, they complement each other and brainstorm a lot
  • They actually study fashion design at uni and for their 24th birthday they give themselves their own new clothing collection
  • It’s unisex so that both of them can wear it. Which basically means they call it unisex, but it contains a lot of skirts and dresses, too. The Crispinos are fighters for normalization of men wearing skirts. 
  • Mickey does it quite often, even though it’s usually a very street style-ish skirt-thingy/dress-thingy over his jeans
  • On top of this all Michele is actually a wonderful hairdresser while Sara is amazing with makeup. She’s not your average youtube make up guru, she actually went through various cosmetology courses and knows her shit
  • They need the face of their campaigne for the new fashion collection, they go through tenths and hundreds of portfolios, but can’t really find what they need.
  • They finally ask about 20 people to come meet them face to face to make some test shoots and see who’d be the best choice
  • When Emil comes, he looks so much different than on the pictures! He is way more masculine and has a beard, at first Sara and Mickey don’t recognize him. But they both kinda stare at him because woah. He’s so goddamn handsome ?????
  • But he’s wearing the ugliest clothes they’d ever seen lol
  • “I think he’s too masculine for this, Sara…”
  • “Give him a chance, he seems cute.”
  • They’re getting kinda tired of all the models. Whenever they ask them why they want to do this, the models start a long, prepared speech about “a great opportunity” and “gender rights” and after a while they all just sound the same.
  • “So, Emil, why do you want to work with us?”
  • “I just like the see-through shirt that was in the prospect. The black one with a peacock.”
  • “…. Is that all?”
  • “Yeah, I’d really like to wear that, I think I’d look nice in it! I mean, probably not as nice as Mickey…” 
  • *Sara already giggles*
  • *Michele is frickin’ melting inside because the boy has such a cute accent!*
  • Emil gets hired because Sara likes how much he is in the actual clothes (and how much he is into Mickey, oh sheesh her brother really needs a special someone already!)
  • Michele spends hours on Emil’s hair before the photoshoot
  • “For fucks sake, Emil, do you never wash them?!”
  • “I tried! But it just gets worse when I do!”
  • “How can someones hair get so thick?!”
  • “Oh god, be careful, it will suck you in if you show fear!” 
  • Sara secretly shoots videos of them and puts them on instagram, she’s never seen her brother have so much fun!


Being adopted by Clint Barton was a little like being beaten to death with a throw pillow.

“Go with it,” the Widow had said, “he’s missing Kate.”

Bucky had no idea who Kate was - although he knew, by now, that she was ‘perfect’ and 'smart’ and 'the actual Hawkeye’ - but he was questioning her judgement wherever she was. He wasn’t sure why someone would leave this.

Sleeping on Clint’s couch brought with it first dibs on the newspaper in the morning. Brought coffee, black as sin, in a star-covered mug that had showed up in Clint’s cupboard without a word. Brought a dog, heavy and happy and musty-smelling, weighing down his feet or his lap as he sat in the evenings, always obedient to where Clint told it to go.

“Hey Katie-Kate,” Clint told his phone, a little grin wrinkling the band aid on his cheek, “you are beautiful and perfect as ever and I love you,” and then he listened as Kate talked like the grin was his resting expression. Bucky tried not to let his look linger too long, but eventually he had to go take Lucky for a walk, just for the sake of plausible denial.

Clint brought him pierogi and beer and a pretty freakin’ stone he’d found when he took Lucky for walks. He bought some kinda kids’ de-tangling shampoo and left it conspicuously in the shower. Clint lifted Bucky’s feet when he was sprawled out watching a movie on the couch, manoeuvred himself carefully under, put them on his lap, then started to idly massaging them as things exploded on screen.

he’s missing Kate Bucky told himself, determined, but the compliments were seriously the last straw.

“Such a nice young man,” Mrs Lei said, cornering Clint when he had the front door half open, “he helped me up with my groceries, so considerate!”

Bucky didn’t move from the couch; she’d already talked his ear off once today, and now he knew the names of all her grandchildren.

“Oh yeah,” Clint said, “Bucky’s basically perfection in human form,” all casual.

“And so handsome!” Mrs Lei added, and Clint laughed.

“Hot like the surface of the sun,” he agreed, tone matter of fact like it was the truth. “He should be in a gallery someplace.”

“You hold onto this one,” she told him, and when Clint walked through the door his cheeks were still pink.

“I’m not Kate,” Bucky said, and Clint whirled around and grabbed at his chest like a startled maiden aunt, which in other circumstances would be hilarious.

“This is true,” Clint said, once he’d recovered. “You’re Bucky. You remember, we’ve been over this.”

Bucky pushed himself to his feet, paced away from Clint and back towards him, one hand pushed into his hair.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Clint,” he ground out. “You can’t say things like - ”

Clint’s face was screwed up into an expression of blended disgust and horror.

“Kate is a shining perfect girl child who could kick my ass six ways to Sunday and also legitimately be my daughter,” Clint said. “Why the hell would I be dating her?”

“But -” Bucky said. “Natasha said you were missing her, that that was why you were being so nice to -”

Clint turned to start unpacking his groceries, tossing a bag of spinach - which he hated - towards the refrigerator.

“You,” Clint said after a second, “could also kick my ass six ways to Sunday. Plus the whole hot as hell, stubbed perfection, heart of gold thing. Why the hell would you be dating me?”

Bucky took the packet of noodles out of Clint’s hand and tossed them onto the counter behind him. Stepping in close and watching the blue of Clint’s eyes darken was the best kind of ego trip.

“Pretty much because you’re beautiful and perfect,” Bucky said, thoughtful, and ducked in to press his mouth to Clint’s while his eyes were still startled and wide.

(For the moment, the rest could remain implied.)

Versace on the floor(M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Junmyeon x reader

Word count: 3330

Description: A simple party leading you up to make sins with a man you just met.

A/N: So as the title says, this piece of oneshot was inspired by Bruno mars’ Versace on the floor and thanks @oh-beyond for suggesting me him, this one is dedicated to you. LOL. Have some guilty pleasure girl. And at last sorry, I was supposed to post this yesterday but my parents came all the way from California to surprise me on my birthday so it got late. Thank you for reading!!

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It was the last day of your business trip.

Even though you didn’t like business trips in general but if you joined this business trip, it would really be beneficial for you. It was because there was a party on the last day of the trip in which many Board of Directors, Corporate Officers and Shareholders of million-dollar companies would join and for a lowly secretary of some general manager like you, you have to make it more productive.

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today let me rant about ong seongwoo. I could write for hours about him as an artist and as a human but I won’t because that’s not the point of this rant. The point is his situation.
Just in case you don’t know, Seongwoo is a trainee of Fantagio Entretainment. Fantagio is more known as an actors’ agency and so it is their main focus.
The agency debuted a boygroup recently, ASTRO, a group with a cute and innocent image for the moment. That’s alright, but what does that mean? That they probably don’t plan on debuting another boygroup anytime soon. Since Fantagio is not a huge company they need to focus in the already debuted group and not generating competence themselves. Besides that, it is rumoured that they don’t have enough male trainees right now.
That’s alright you may think, maybe Seongwoo can join ASTRO. And yes maybe it is an option, but it is really a good option? As a Ong stan, and this is my personal opinion, I don’t think so. He doesn’t fit the current concept at all, and if he is added to an already formed group he would get hate and be questioned a lot. Plus he would have to change his style completely and dress, act, dance and sing differently than how we are used to and how he LOVES to. Plus the group is not really popular, even tho it is growing, if he joins it could disband soon and then Seongwoo would be heartbroken.
And you may say: but he can debut as a solo artist. And yes, I guess he could, but how hard would it be? Solo singers are not even half a popular as boygroups nowadays. Plus, I repeat, Fantagio is a small company. Even if he got to debut, he would probably flop and be left aside.
So, how does this story ends? With Seongwoo as an actor. And he would be an awesome actor, but let me tell you something, Seongwoo didn’t work his ass off for years now to not even have the chance to debut. He only has been in Fantagio for a short while, but he has been training forever with other agency and preparing himself in dancing academies and singing in f* church chores.
So basically his only opportunity to achieve his dream is through this contest. He is truly desperate and he doesn’t even show it. He doesn’t want us to vote for him out of pity, but because we think he’s worth it. Even when he knows what will happen if he doesn’t debut with pd101, he keeps going with a smile on his face, making us laugh and making us happy.
I say let’s give it back to him, let’s make him happy, let’s help him achieve his dream. Not because he’s a handsome guy that is also nice, but because, as an artist, he’s really worth it. He doesn’t only dance, he makes great choreographies and his singing voice is so special and beautiful. And yes, he is also the handsomest man alive. And yes, he is also the nicest person alive.
So please knetizens, vote for this amazingly talented boy, this is truly his last chance. He’s not like most of these pd101 young beanies that have their whole youth ahead to shine, he’s already 22, and 22 in the kpop industry means old. Some artists such as Lee Taemin already had 7 years of experience when they were 22.


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  My I request a Cedric Diggory x reader fanfic, please? Like the reader is a muggle-born and she introduces him to her muggle-parents? Thank you! I love your writing, btw! 💛😄


Cedric is your first boyfriend, and you are nervous to introduce him to your parents to say the least. Not nearly as nervous as he is to meet them. Though his suave charm hides most of his inner turmoil, the shy smile he sends you every time your gazes meet is an indicator enough that he, indeed, can hardly hold himself together. He doesn’t quite understand why he’s so terrified – you spoke well of your parents, insisted that they are great people and he really doesn’t doubt that. He just…he really doesn’t want to mess this up, he realizes as your hands intertwine and warmth shoots up his arm, aiming straight for the heart. You tug him along your driveway and he notes the curtains sway: someone was definitely watching them a second ago. He gulps. His hand tightens around yours.

The two of you stop by your door and you take in a deep breath, smile, and turn to him, “You ready?” He really wants to say ‘No’, but the hopeful glint in your eyes for a second makes him forget about everything. He nods. “Trust me, they’ll love you…oh, and, don’t forget to mention the Quidditch World Cup! I already told my dad about Quidditch, but only the basics, so you’ll have to explain the rest to him.” You finish as you knock on the door. It takes barely five seconds for it to fling open and a cherry cheeked woman grin at the two of you. She opens her arms and with an excited squeal pulls you into a tight hug.

“Oh! My baby is finally home!” Your mother pulls away gently,. “And she brought back such a handsome young boy! Oh! (D/Name)! (D/Name) come look!” She calls your dad, “This is so better than prom, I’m so glad we allowed you to go to that witch school, oh!…” Is she tearing up?

Despite you being embarrassed, Cedric finds this exchange and the enthusiasm of your mother amusing. He grins, his shoulders relax and he decides to introduce himself, “Cedric Diggory. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, m’am.”

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anonymous asked:

How come a man like DD - very rich, highly intelligent, astonishing sexy, handsome, gentle and kind - is still single after so many years from his divorce? And he's so happy, so in peace with himself. Must be thousands of young women at his feel. But he's always by himself or with his kids or friends. He even went with is sister to see GA. The only explanation is that he's already taken. And we can imagine who is the lucky girl. 😚😙😙

little things to love about each member of performance unit :-)


  • Like he looks and acts really cool like a damn model, but once he actually starts talking he’s just so OVERLY EXCITED AND SMILEY AND JUMPY AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING,
  • it’s a complete contrast from his stage!self.(and when he dances oh diddly darn he looks like he could kill someone, his stage presence is no joke)
  • He even calls himself the “quiet pretty boy” and that describes him 50000% like he always has his head up in the clouds as if he’s looking for something greater than what’s here on earth (srry for getting poetic but it’s true and he’s a gift from the heavens)
  • (except when it comes to his good looks of course)(if i looked like that id never let anyone forget it either tbh)
  • (but he said he’s envious of seungcheol’s confidence when they probably have the same amount of confidence like wtf)
  • and this cutie also hides snacks with him but he said that sometimes the members eat them all (awwww)
  • but I bet he never even minds, he’s such a humble boy.
  • (or aggressively showing minghao his affection lmao)
  • And on OFD when he kept being everybody’s motivational speaker and had a “DON’T GIVE UP” attitude, like they could have been stuck in a Lord of the Flies situation with half of them dead and he’s be like
  • “This is fine, guys,we’ll find a way :-)”
  • “This is fine :-)”
  • “…”
  • “We can do it if we believe! :-)”


  • ok so i’m gonna try and not be biased so god help me,
  • but he’s such a good leader honestly, like he comes up with the choreography of every song,
  • and he also let’s chan come up with some parts,
  • and he gets inspiration from the littlest of things (like a damn tissue, rlly? omg)
  • like he’s so talented and ambitious, like i forgot who said this, but someone described soonyoung as a boy who just wanted to improve his singing, and he was part of the vocal team originally, but he wanted to dance instead,
  • and he’s so caring towards the rest of them team, like he never fails to let them know that he’s also their friend.
  • AND THE WAY HE TUCKED IN CHANNIE IN OFD, like he was up after he tucked him in, so chan was literally just waiting to be tucked in and i cried so much,
  • he’s such a nice older brother to him and he’s soo cute and soo fluffy and soft and the king of squish,
  • AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS WITH HIS TINY HANDS IS SO CUTE, like he grabs things with both hands kinds like a baby or a bear, OR A BABY BEAR, and he holds a microphone so preciously like he puts one hand on the bottom and one near his mouth and IT’S ADORABLE, THE SAME WHEN HE DRINKS WATER,
  • like the way he just holds himself is sooo cute.
  • Like when he smiles, his face scrunches up and his eyes almost completely close and his bunny cheeks get even more high, and then he also laughs with his entire body and he brings his hands up to face to clap in his cute way that he does, like he claps from the palm to the fingers adnjnjfevfvv and he makes himself into kinda a ball (do i make sense ajahah?)
  • He just cares so much for everyone and it just trying to make people smile, that’s all he wants. He’s such a pure soul :’-)


  • ok like with this boy you take one look at him and you go “awww he’s sooo cute :-)”
  • and you’d be right like 500000%,
  • like the way he talks so softly and his laugh is so dorky and his hair seems really soft despise it being probably dead
  • (like in 17project when he had a different hair color everyday and he looked so darn cute in all of them and when they performed everyone loved ‘the kid with the silver/blue hair’)
  • but he still somehow looks really cute ykno, lik even when he was screaming at mingyu in OFD (i swear, that show brought out their true selves) i was stilll heart eyes emoji on him.
  • but he did say thta he hated the fact that he’s so skinny and can’t put on weight :-( but he’s still really toned despise that !!!!!! like w o w
  • and the fact that he was probably was a puppy in his past life
  • likr really showing soonyoung how much he respects him but choosing woozi over him one time
  • (which resulted in a pouty soonyoung awww)
  • and the way he’s just always fanning over chan and squeezing his face like he’s the cutest little thing ever (he is)
  • and let’s not forget about his bromeo mingyu who are the kind of best friends that keep reminding everyone they’re best friends no matter how annoying it gets,
  • and idk minghao just gives me such bubbly feels ykno, like he’s so cute and sweet but also has such an independent aura around him


  • AwwwW my boyfriend channie, who everyone plus their mom love to fawn over,
  • but hey he can’t help it that he’s the cutest person in the world.
  • And like he’s honestly such a good answer which must come from his genes because his parents are also dancers wow boi.
  • And he’s so neutral evil like this fker acts like such a sweet endearing maknae but will probably break a plate and blame the hyungs so tht he can watch hell unfold bc he’s sick of them, what a babe.
  • And like he tries to be a bright person to cheer up the others which must be hard on him yknow, everyone deserves to feel down once in a while but he tries to not let it show
  • i also like the way he has just gotten used to the idea that he will probably always get fawned over for being young so HE TAKES WELL ADVANTAGE OF THAT
  • and like his voice is so deep too,
  • like in still lonely when he had tht part with hosh and HE DID UNDERTONES
  • and he’s also growing so handsome :-))!!!!
  • like we already knew he was an attractive kid
  • but he’s growing (not taller rip)
  • like his features
  • or how he kept telling the members in OFD that he’s gonna have to date one day
  • and they were all like “NOOOOOOOOOO”




• try not to imagine jaehyun in a white lab coat its just way too painful

• also try not to imagine jaehyun smiling while in his lab coat because that’s even more painful

• let’s goooo

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The Red Flower AU

Warnings: None for this part

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Romance

Part 1 of the series. Enjoy loves

Jeon Jungkook a rich young CEO and Y/N a very kind and beautiful person. It all started with the red flower, will it end with tears or happiness?



‘’Yeah??? But I don’t wanna go, why should I meet someone I’ve never even seen?’’

‘’Because you’re my best friend, duh?! Now dress up.’’

A while ago

I was laying down on my bed, to lazy to try to be creative and do something as it’s my day off. Stretching my muscles, feeling them pop I realize how much I needed this day off from work. Sitting all day in an office, behind a desk, on a chair and just writing and going here and there with heels on is tiring and stressful. It’s hectic with people talking, meetings, paperwork, and with all that i’m supposed to keep up the smile and talk nicely with everyone even when I feel like screaming. I sigh as I decide to push the thoughts away and get up to drink coffee, at that moment I heard the door unlock and footsteps coming closer to my room. Glancing at the clock I notice that it’s currently 3 pm I’m not expecting anyone… 

‘‘Y/n It’s me’‘

Hearing her voice I walked out of my bedroom to the living room seeing her sitting comfortably on the couch she immediately began with

‘’ You should definitely come with me today, I talked to him about you and he’s single, a  ceo, handsome, and very good personality I swear you will love him.’’

‘’Wait who are you even talking about? It’s my day off I’m not going anywhere’’

‘’ Y/N seriously the only thing you do is work work work, and more work, and I’m talking about my cousin remember the young CEO I talked about the other day?’’

‘’Yes I remember you saying you have a handsome and successful cousin but that has nothing to do with me’’

‘’Shut up Y/N, there’s a party and he wants me to attend. And guess what my beautiful and pretty and lovely best friend for life whom I’ll forever love?’’

‘’ -I’m not going.’’

‘’What? Noo don’t be like this let’s go and to be honest I already told him that I’m bringing my best friend so you have no choice because he sent over dresses for us.’’


Which brings us back to the presence..

‘’Fine I’ll go but if I’m not comfortable I’m leaving, oh also I’m wearing my own clothes.’’

‘’Deal!! That’s why you’re my babe I love you’’

She bounced up and down and walked towards me bringing me into a bear hug that suffocated me. I sigh and took her hands in mine stared her right in her eyes to roll my eyes at her, and just walked away hearing her laughing in the background.  Walking to my closet and staring at the dresses I have I realize that my dresses are all dark colored therefore nothing catches my eyes so I decide to take a shower first. As I come out with a towel wrapped around my body I come face to face with my annoying best friend, holding a dress in her hand.

‘’I knew you would take forever to choose so I got you’’ She said and winked. I stare at the dress, noticing that she had chosen a black mid-thigh dress with diamonds along the sleeves. This should do I don’t even care. Taking the dress from her hands we finally started getting ready for the party. Matching a beige bag with a red flower on it and beige heels with the black dress we finally head out to the party.

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How Could You - Connor Murphy Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: (Slight spoilers if read), mentions of suicide, death, blood, and pain, and your author is very sorry

Summary: Soulmate AU. You were born with a tattoo of your soulmate’s first words to you. However, the universe also gave humanity something else. Whenever someone was hurt to the point of it possibly being fatal, their soulmate’s tattoo would light up, and they would feel the pain as well. The pain and glow would only lessen if they could find their soulmate in time. You didn’t think you’d ever have to use that information. Unfortunately, you had to.

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You retraced the words on your arm, forever tattooed until they were said by the person the universe set you up with. Sorry, I didn’t know… You weren’t exactly sure what to make of those words.

It could’ve been a bully, which was the worst case you had thought of. Some person could just shove you against the lockers, you say the words that were tattooed on that person’s arm, and the person would back off and say those words.

It could’ve been as simple as someone who bumped into you and apologized before trailing off because of something.

Either way, you would’ve taken either of those situations over the one you got.

Class hadn’t started yet, and that gave a couple in the back the few minutes they needed to realize they were soulmates. How lucky of them! Even you sighed at the sight, along with the rest of your classmates and your teacher.

You traced the words again. The ellipses, too. Why would he trail off?

Connor covered his soulmate mark with bracelets. He’d rather not see the words How could you do this?  every single fucking day of his life. Still seventeen years old and he hadn’t found his soulmate. Not only that, his soulmate probably would loathe him. These first words were more than enough to tell him so.

He shook his head. It didn’t matter anyway.

You groaned as your last class decided to skip the syllabus and talk about soulmates. You tucked your chin in your folded arms and let the teacher drone on. You already knew everything. Not only were the first words they would say to you were tattooed on your arm, but your tattoo would burn when they were seriously hurt and soulmates were great and remember not to get married and always use a con-


You snapped out of your daze and smiled politely. “What?”

“How could you track a soulmate?”

“Oh.” You tapped your pencil against your desk as you tried to remember the fail-safe. “You, uh, will feel their pain when they’re seriously hurt. The closer you get to them, the, uh, less pain you feel.”

“Correct. Now can someone tell me the average age someone meets their soulmate?”

Some eager classmate answered, “Sixteen!”

You rolled your eyes. Seventeen and no soulmate. How lucky were you?

Maybe it was better to meet them later though. You smiled and thought about meeting your soulmate before graduation and dating over the summer. Maybe the two of you would be close by and visiting wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe it became a long distance relationship, and the two of you videochatted frequently and shared weird college stories.

And marriage. You weren’t one to desperately plan a marriage years before it happened, but it sounded nice. Getting married to your soulmate after settling down and knowing all the little quirks. Or maybe the two of you agreed to move in first in a small apartment and grow closer that way.

And maybe there’d be fights over where to spend vacation or how to pay the bills, but in the end, the two of you were meant for each other, and you would work through it. And nothing would matter because they were always with you.

You sighed at the thought. One day.

Class had ended and you were more than thankful for it. Once you were out the school doors, your arm itched. You stared at the elegantly branded words on your arm and scratched it. You shook your head and walked home.

Your itching didn’t stop. It was if the farther you got from the school, the more the irritation spread and intensified.

You winced and glared at your the words, now red from all your scratching. “What the hell?” you whispered as you examined the tattoo. You’ve heard of regular tattoos getting infected, but you hadn’t heard about the soulmate tattoos getting so itchy.

Suddenly, your tattoo glowed scarlet and your wrist burned. You screamed and gasped and cursed You cradled your wrist to your chest as the pain grew and grew.

Your soulmate! How were you supposed to… You grit your teeth and dropped your backpack. Work could wait. Keeping your wrist to your chest, you ran towards the school. The pain lessened, but your wrist didn’t cool down much. It still felt like someone was cutting into your arm.

You gasped. You wanted to stop and catch your breath, but you just couldn’t. Not when your soulmate was in danger. How the hell was he supposed to be in so much pain? Was he older than you? A car accident maybe. Food poisoning? Was he a part of some sort of gang?

It didn’t matter. You had to find him. Save him. Something!

The pain lessened.

You smiled and looked around. You were in some sort of rush neighborhood, a gated community with a guard sleeping on the job. You pounded on the glass just as your wrist burned again.

“Ey, what’s the problem with-”

You held up your arm. “Can you help me? My soulmate’s in trouble.”

The guard stared at you wide-eyed and fumbled to get out. He opened the gate and ran alongside you. After he called the ambulance, he asked, “Does it still hurt?”

“It’s lessening, but- ah!” You tripped over your feet and held your arm to your chest. Tears burned at the back of your eyes. What was going on?

The guard helped you up. “Come on. You’ve got to find whomever.”

Your tattoo’s glow intensified the more you ran. “That’s good, right?”

“Should mean we’re close!” The guard looked from house to house then gasped. “If your soulmate’s around your age, there’s only one family with high school kids.”

“There, then!”

The guard led you to one of the houses, pristine and perfect in every way. Your tattoo’s glow was brighter than ever and the pain was just an ache. “This is it,” you stated. The guard knocked on the door. Once the door was open, you didn’t waste any time. You ran inside and looked around.

You saw only a woman in the house and a girl near your age, but she didn’t look like she was in any pain. You sprinted upstairs and opened each door. An office. A bedroom. Another bedroom.

You nearly ripped the last door off its hinges. Once you did, you screamed.

You gasped for air at the gory sight and crouched down next to the boy. The tears in your eyes were already dripping from your chin. “How could you do this?” you blubbered through the tears. You held his hand and wrist, trying to staunch the blood, and shook your head. He was so young, so handsome, so… pale.

His eyes widened at the sight of you, and suddenly, tears of his own fell from his eyes. He gulped. “Sorry,” he gasped, “I didn’t know…”

Suddenly, your physical pain evaporated. You didn’t have to look to know your tattoo was gone. But that didn’t do anything about the emptiness in your gut. You grasped his hand. “(Y/n),” you whispered. You brushed his long hair from his face and kissed his forehead shakily. You shook your head and sobbed over him.

Your soulmate’s grip was getting looser and looser, but he managed to say, “Connor.” He managed a small smirk, barely a twitch of his lips.

The sounds of sirens blared in the distance. You sighed. “You’re gonna be ok, Connor. You’re gonna be ok.” You nodded frantically and tried your very best to ignore the blood staining your clothes and skin.

Connor just shook his head.

“Stop,” you whispered. “Save your energy, please.” You brushed his hair back and smiled as much as you could.

“Step back, Miss.”

A group of people helped get Connor on a stretcher while his mother wailed. They invited her to be with him, but Connor did something you didn’t expect. He protested. “(Y/n),” he said. He gulped visibly. “(Y/n).”

You didn’t waste a single second to get in and hold his hand as the emergency responders continued to work around him. “Hey,” you whispered. You gulped and wiped your eyes and cheeks. “You’re gonna be fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s ok.”

“Stop, if you keep talking-”

He gripped your hand. “Don’t listen to what they say about me. Please.”

“Never,” you responded. “Please, Connor, I had plans. I was going to meet you before graduation and go on a few dates and get married or move in one day.” You stroked his cheek. “Please, don’t leave,” you begged. You leaned down so your cheek was against his chest. “Just don’t fall asleep. Keep your eyes on me.”

Connor took one long shuddering breath. “Moving in sounds nice.” Then, he lifted his head ever so slightly.

Just as you lifted your head to tell him to lay down, Connor kissed your forehead.

You gasped, and a spark of hope ignited. Suddenly, all of your daydreams were filled with his image. His long hair and his bright eyes. His smile and his laugh you’d yet to hear. “Connor- hey!” His eyes were closed! “Connor!” You held his cheeks and scrutinized him. His cheeks were growing cold, and his skin already felt tight around his bones. “No, Connor!” you cried.

“Miss, please-”

“No!” you cried. “No, Connor, please. I couldn’t even say it.” You bowed your head as someone pried your hand from his body and rushed him inside the emergency room. Someone tried to comfort you, put a blanket on you and coaxing you to talk, but you couldn’t. You barely knew him, but my god the pain wouldn’t stop. It ate you up from the inside that you didn’t meet him sooner.

Maybe if you were faster. Maybe if you had noticed the itching earlier. Maybe if you had called the ambulance sooner.

You should’ve said more. You should’ve asked more. You should’ve done more.

The most devastating part was you only knew his name.

You didn’t know why the tears couldn’t stop. It hit you throughout the day. Anytime you saw the color red. Any time you accidentally caught sight of you empty arm. Any time you passed by that gated neighborhood.

Sometimes, just hearing someone say your name broke you because he had only said it a few times, and he’d never get the chance to know more.

The Murphy’s weren’t that great to spend time with. The parents were constantly arguing and the sister, Zoe, was cold to you. You only had dinner at their house once, but you did get something out of it.

“You can look around if you want,” Mrs. Murphy said. She opened Connor’s door and tears sprung from her eyes. “It’s clean now, so just do what you will.” She covered her mouth and retreated to her own bedroom.

Tears filled your eyes, but you forced them back. You stuck near the walls, away from where you found him. You stared at the emptiness of the walls, except for one poster of some old band you didn’t recognize. You played with the corner of the poster and realized something was written on the back.

You closed the door and peeled off the poster slowly. There were tally marks. The bottom said, “Til 16th birthday.” All of it was scratched out. You pursed your lips. He was waiting. Connor was counting down the days until he could meet you!

You traced the scribbles and bowed your head as tears escaped again. He was mad. He hated that he didn’t meet you. That you probably would end up hating him. That nothing was going his way. You put the poster back up and roamed the room. There wasn’t anything else, not much. However, you did find one thing you wanted to keep.

You found a hoodie on the back of his chair. Grey and dirty and smelly, but it was his. You saw it in too many pictures. You pressed the hoodie against your chest and cried. He deserved better. Connor deserved so much better.

You crumpled to the floor, his jacket still in your grasp.

You let out a deep breath, cracked your neck, and smiled as you opened the door to your new apartment. Finally, you were mostly unpacked and you had a stable job. All you had to do was keep living life until old age or whatever.

You unpacked a box of trinkets for a personal touch and paused when you found a familiar picture frame. Zoe and you had a mutual understanding as two of the girls in Connor’s life, and she gave you a picture of him.

You gulped and placed it on your bedside. You wrapped your arms around yourself and snuggled into your hoodie, his old hoodie. That hole was still in your gut, never leaving, never lessening. “We’re finally moved in,” you whispered.

So my math professor just assigned more homework so I had to finish this before going into a hyperfocus mode and pulling an all-nighter. Hopefully, I will speed through work and find the time to write the fluffier version of this!

Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition.  Part 4

Word Count: 3487

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 ongoing…

I woke up too early in the morning.

The sun was still shining weakly, but at the same time, it was the brightest time of the day. The rays of sunshine have a different sparkle in them when it’s so early in the morning. They bring happiness everywhere they go and I also felt like my life had never been brighter.

I almost forgot everything that had happened the previous day, but the memories flooded my mind when I looked out of the window and saw Sehun’s car.

I remembered our drive back home from that party. Tears had been streaming down my face and I couldn’t stop them until Sehun parked his car next to our house and I ran for my room. It was embarrassing. I was embarrassed, but I convinced myself that it was okay to let my emotions take over control for once.

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The customer is king

Word count: 1349

Genre: Fluff

Summary: So you’re a waitress in a café and Pip works with you and then an old lady happens. Tell the world I slayed this summary.

Pairing: Philip x Reader

Au: modern coffee shop

Warnings: Swearing, Kisses,

Note: Reader is clearly female in this one. I really enjoy writing Philip, and I really needed this so. Yup. I also am toying with a part two of this, but. oh well. Maybe, if y'all like it. Also. Asshole philip is something I really need in life, yet fail to write. Sorry for this being so short. idk. Also get it it’s called King’s café because Philip studied at kings college!!

Being a waitress as the “King’s café” was more adventurous than you first thought, as you applied for the job. Your Boss, Mr. Adams, was an arrogant asshole, but the person that kept you here was your colleague, Philip. He was a handsome, young guy and also a huge bitch. But you could live with that fact, because you enjoyed his presence. Now you were working here for almost two years, and you two had already gone through so much trouble, most of them because of overly disrespectful customers. But as Mr. Adams always put it: “The customer is king.” Even if they complained about the coffee being two degrees too hot, or the amount of whipping cream on their waffles being too high.

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Beastly Beautiful | Jeonghan | Ch. 4

Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life (SoL), AU!Jeonghan, Elite!Jeonghan

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: chapter 4! sorry it took long! I was preparing for school! hope you enjoy it! Be sure to read previous chapters before you read this!

T/W: none, but please tell me if there is.

Summary: Two different people, two different personalities, yet destiny puts them together.

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5

“I think I might be interested in you.”

I’ll be at the university for two days. I need to submit my papers.- was the last conversation you had with Jeonghan’s servants.

“WHO?” Mr. Ryu flinched at Jeonghan’s roaring voice so early in the morning.

“Young Master, Miss Y/N said she’s leaving for a while, to the university.” Mr. Ryu noted. Jeonghan rubbed his nose in frustration because you left.

“She left without telling me? And me out of all people?” his eyebrows were furrowed.

Mr. Ryu sighed, “She said she wouldn’t tell you in person because you wouldn’t allow her to leave- which I totally agree on that was why she told me instead. And she also mentioned that-”

“What?!” Jeonghan shook his head. “I’m already furious that she told you!” he sat down at the edge of his bed. “Whatever. Leave my presence.”

“But young master, there is one problem.”

You safely returned to Seungcheon university and you flopped on your bed. You sniffed the newly washed bed sheets, it felt like years that you haven’t been in contact with your bed even though it had only been three days.

A loud banging nearly broke your door, Sejeong, you thought. She was the only person who would do that, and the only one to enter your room. She was your only friend in the dorm after all. The ever-so-positive Sejeong wouldn’t even let the tired you rest even just for a minute or two. You grabbed your remote and pressed the button that opened your door.

“Y/N! Thank goodness you’re here! That Jeongpoop kidnapped you out of nowhere! You’re not hurt are you?” she too, flopped herself on your bed as if was her own.

You let out a laugh. “Ah, I’m fine, Sejeong. He brought me to his house and ate lunch, and that was pretty much it for the next two days.”

“Oh lunch is fin-” she paused, looking at you with wide eyes, “He brought you to his house?!”

“Y-yeah. Is that bad?”

She looked at you blankly, not saying a thing before she leaned in closer to whisper. “Was the house nice?”

You pursed your lips to prevent yourself from laughing because of her unexpected question.


You looked up and thought. “Hm, nothing ordinary. It was like a modern palace. Just a little richer than mine.”

She fell on her back and sighed a relaxing puff. Seriously, she’s getting too comfortable. “Lucky you, Y/N. To think a student would visit the nasty student president’s luxurious manor.” she shook her head in an accepting manner, “That doesn’t happen as much- or never, so to say.”

You fell on your back as well, still not over the fact that you volunteered to stay at the Yoon Manor for such petty reasons, one of them being an argument over a lollipop. All the more, Sejeong didn’t know about your real reason of being there, since Jeonghan said it was ‘deeply confidential’.

But a lollipop argument? Very confidential.

“Anyway, we should have lunch. The cafeterias are selling new desserts, wanna come with?”

The tired you complained for a while. You weren’t hungry, however the thought of dessert could help boost you awake for the day. “What do they have?” you stood up, reaching for your wallet. Sejeong rolled her eyes playfully, saying that you would have to find out when you get there.

Jeonghan sat in the limousine, arms and legs crossed. His mood was worse than it already was this morning. He thought he could have his breakfast in bed normally like he used to, but it didn’t go that way when he heard you left for the university. Not only that, he recalled the sudden conversation he had with Mr. Ryu.

“But young master, there is one problem.”

“What is it now?” Jeonghan retorted as Mr. Ryu had an uncertain look on his face. “Well?”

“A person’s looking for you.” he pulled his tight collar in adjustment. “Someone you might know.”

Jeonghan’s ears perked, turning to Mr. Ryu in interest. “Name?”

“Mr. Jang Doyoon, the heir of the Jet Electronics International.”

“What about him?”

“He’s at the university.”

“Young Master, is there a problem?” Mr. Gok looked from the mirror. Jeonghan whipped his head at Mr. Gok’s direction in disbelief.

“What kind of question is that? Of course there’s a problem. You guys ruined my breakfast in bed!”

“Not that young master, I mean-”

“If it’s about me and Jang Doyoon, why do you ask when you already know?” Jeonghan rolled his eyes as he ate his sandwich.

“But young master, if your father hears about this, you’d be in huge trouble. Also please do protect your image, you are aware that you’re the heir to the YDH-tech in a few years.” Mr. Gok reasoned out.

“Like heck I care, father should’ve thrown me out years ago.”

Mr. Gok sighed, hearing the usual ignorant Jeonghan. “Master Yoon could never do that young master, you are his only child.”

Jeonghan scoffed and clicked his tongue, looking out at the window to see Seungcheon University few kilometers away. He rested his jaw on his palm, sighing,

“Yeah. Since Jeonghye died.”

“Oh my goodness.” you licked your fork eating the chocolate flavoured mini entremet topped with a strawberry. “This is so delicious.”

“Right?” she took a bite of the same entremet. “Mingyu made this. The school chefs immediately put this on the dessert menu.”

“I don’t doubt it even just for a second. He’d be a world class chef before we know it.” you melted through the deliciousness. “Speaking of seconds-” you stood up, leaving to get more.

Sejeong laughed at your quick pace as she finishes her own.

Making your way to the dessert area, you spotted one more slice of Mingyu’s chocolate cake. You placed your tray down and reached for it until an arm made contact with yours.

“Oh were you supposed to get that?” a voice asked.

You looked at the owner’s voice. He was visually handsome at first glance, but even more so up close. He was tall and quite muscly, although lesser than Seungcheol. His aura was similar as Jeonghan’s, yet there was this spirit in this young man you couldn’t distinguish. You found yourself staring at him, so you quickly shook your head.

“Yes I was. It’s alright though, you can have it. I already had one.” you offered.

He looked at you with a flushed face, you weren’t offering him the last piece of cake were you? He was supposed to do that role, being a young gentleman. “You take it. I already had three.” he smiled with flashing teeth, and if your eyes were seeing correctly, there even was a twinkle.

You smiled awkwardly and took the last piece of cake. “Thank you.”

He stared at you for some time without realising, “Hm? Oh.” he coughed, “You’re welcome.” still smiling with his pearly whites. 

He seemed cocky?

“I, I have to go back to my seat now, please excuse me.”

The young man eyed you as you went back to where you and Sejeong were sitting at, the corners of his lips tugged into a smile at how gorgeous you were. He didn’t know how long he was smiling until another young man, pulled him out of his thoughts with a playful punch on the shoulder.

“Doyoon-ah, who’s that chick?” he smirked, his eyes similar to a cat’s.

“Get a grip MingMing.” he slapped his hand. “Her name’s Y/Fl/N. Checked the new transfers list. Seems like a new face around here.”

“A very new face.” Yao MingMing said cunningly, taking an interest in you as well.  

Doyoon pulled MingMing by the ear. “Back off man, I saw her first.” MingMing held his ear in pain. “Get me my phone, I’ll contact my father.”

“But Doyoon, your phone’s in your pant pocket. You could-”

“Exactly. Now phone.” he bossed, MingMing took Doyoon’s phone from his pant pocket like a puppy would obey his owner.

Doyoon called his father as MingMing stood fiddling his fingers. He snacked on the fries that were on his tray. For all MingMing knew, Doyoon probably already had a plan glued to his brain. “So what so you plan on doing, bro?”

“Simple.” he put his phone back in his pocket and took a last glimpse at you before leaving the cafeteria with an assuring smile,

“I’ll make her my wife.”

The limousine arrived at the Key and Jeonghan got off as soon as Mr. Gok opened the door for him. Now to get his facts straight, Jeonghan knew that the tension between him and Jang Doyoon were ugly. Everyone in school resented him, since the history between him and Doyoon were heard of by all students.

Combing his long blonde hair back with his hand, earned him squeals from university girls- his ‘fans’, that led Jeonghan to walk a little bit faster than he did.

“Good afternoon! President Jeonghan!” their voices behind him. He looked back and nodded a blank face to shut them up.

“Did you see that?”
“He nodded!”
“O-m-g he acknowledged us!”
“Such a gentleman!”

Or maybe not.

Wonwoo, who happened to be reading a book along the corridors with Mingyu and Jun by his side, quirked an eyebrow. “That’s something new. President Jeonghan coming to university on a Friday. He must have heard of Doyoon.”

“There’ll be a mafia at the Hall of Grandeur for sure at free period.” Jun added, shaking his head. “It’ll be a one man versus another with a myriad of Doyoon’s backup.”

“Shouldn’t we tell Seungcheol-hyung about this?” Mingyu asked.

“He wouldn’t care one bit.” Wonwoo answered, eyes still on his book.

“He should though. I mean wasn’t he friends with Doyoon?” Mingyu tiptoed to see if Doyoon was around.

“Drama’s out years ago. It’ll be ugly to bring it up again.” Wonwoo sighed.

“Crazy how the guys get the dramas.” Jun tugged his blazer. “Weren’t the ladies supposed to have dramas? Or things are just different here in Korea?”

The intercoms installed around the university screeched for a good ten seconds before a distant voice behind it said:

“Is it on?”

It was Doyoon’s voice.

“Good day to all students. Ex-student council president Jang Doyoon speaking. Miss me?” he chuckled. “Don’t mind me using the intercom, I’m just calling out for a seat snatcher named Jeonghan… Oh I mean, President Yoon Jeonghan. I believe he loves being addressed that way, given of his prideful attitude…”

You looked at Sejeong with a confused look, who returned with a quirked eyebrow.

“Hey Jeonghan. Free period’s in three. See you at the Hall of Grandeur. We have some unfinished business to take care of. Doyoon out.”

“What’s going on?” you queried, clearly not understanding what was going on.

“I heard this from Seungkwan. It appears that the ex-student council president back to have his revenge on President Jeonghan.” Sejeong pondered.

“Seungkwan really knows what’s up, doesn’t he?”

“I really wanna check it out though.” Sejeong said with interest. “Come on, it’ll be cool!”

“Count me out on this one.” you raised your hands, about to leave.

“Hey Y/N! Wanna check president vs. ex-president?” Seungkwan came running to you, followed by Jihoon and Chan.

“Okay. I guess we are checking it out.”

The Hall of Grandeur quickly filled up with students since it was midterm break-all professors went home and students were meant to stay in their dorms to study. Seungcheon University was indeed a tough school. This gathering doesn’t happen often, but given with the ‘right’ timing, Jang Doyoon definitely knew how he would play his board game.

Everyone knew that Jeonghan wasn’t put for as a student council president, which explained their overfilled joy when Doyoon arrived few days ago. You, on the other hand, didn’t know who this Jang Doyoon looked like. He slowly appeared to the center of the Hall and you were surprised to see who he was- the cocky young man from the cafeteria. 

“So it’s that guy..” you mumbled. Seungkwan looked at you, asking if you had said something. You shook your head in denial, avoiding to be caught.

“Ah. I missed the scent of my beloved Hall of Grandeur. But I missed the students here the most.” Doyoon proudly announced, following the cheers of the students. “President Yoon Jeonghan! Or should you even be deserved to be called that?” he clicked his tongue. “Come out and fight!”

Not even a second later, the Hall’s doors were slammed opened. Students suddenly quieted down. All eyes were on Jeonghan, who entered alone and had a face that was serious, most of it you couldn’t read. He probably knew where this was leading to. He was the smartest in school. 

“Do I have to be here personally so that you can fight me? You’ve been hiding in your cage for a very long time, Jeonghan.” Doyoon’s voice changed to a heavy tone, noting that he was serious.

“As matter of fact, you’re late.” Jeonghan said as he was looking at his watch.

“Do you even know how much the students fear you since you’re president?!” Doyoon shouted in anger. 

Jeonghan played with his nails. “I thought you came here to fight me, not give me a pep talk.” 

“Be prepared.” Doyoon smirked. “Boys, unleash the beast in him!”

Behind Doyoon, there were eight other boys, some of them holding nunchucks and poles, ready to fight. As if it were staged, students around the them began chanting ‘fight, fight, fight’. Jeonghan on the contrary, didn’t look fazed or shaken. His hands in his pockets gave the impression that he didn’t care. 

“Charge!” A young man shouted as he made his first move. 

Students shouted and were much engaged with the duel. You looked to your left, Seungkwan and the others were entertained, especially Hansol. On your right, Sejeong, too, was having the time of her life. The chanting begin to fade and as you looked back at the chaotic fight, Jeonghan was standing unharmed and three of Doyoon’s guys were on the floor. One of them bleeding due to popped lips and the other two broke their arms.

“Did I tell you there wasn’t any need to bring your guys?” Jeonghan slightly smirked, but he seemed tired and weak. 

“Oh I brought them on purpose, given that you have quite a weak stamina!” Doyoon’s smile was on the edge evil, and that scared you a bit. He just sugarcoated himself when he talked to you.

“ ‘Quite’ is an understatement.” Jeonghan gestured a move, challenging Doyoon’s other mates.

The fight continued and the students rooted for Doyoon and his chums. You stood there confused and didn’t want to side on anyone. 

Jeonghan, you thought, was flawless when he fought with them. You even heard Soonyoung admitting that Jeonghan didn’t actually sugarcoat his martial art skills. Though that didn’t last when Doyoon himself stepped in, punching Jeonghan vigourously until he was bruised and bled on the face. He landed roughly on the floor close to the people in front of you. They backed up, revealing you slightly when Doyoon saw you.

He raised his hand to cease the fighting, which gave Jeonghan a resting before the cat-eyed young could hit Jeonghan with a metal pole. 

“Seriously Doyoon?! I was getting to the best part!” he shouted.

“No. This is the best part.” he approached you and grabbed you by the arm. 

You tried to escape his sudden grasp on you but obviously, he was stronger. “Hey. Miss Y/N.” he put his arms around you. “I think I might be interested in you.”

As he said that, students gasped and the corner of your eye caught sight of three girls, who reacted much more. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow when he circled around you. He sounded much different than he did earlier, much arrogant.

“I mean, look at you, Y/N! You’re super smart and kind, a good family background. We make a good match too.” he looked at you proudly from head to toe, then to your face, “.. not to mention you’re very, very beautiful.”

Jeonghan slowly stood on his knees but he was too weak to do so. Doyoon held your chin, his face close to yours, “Actually. I’ll make you my wif-.”

Doyoon fell on the floor, knocked out. Jeonghan already beat up Doyoon’s other friends and glared at the other students. With that glare, the rest of the students left, including Sejeong and the others. 

You mouth gaped open, couldn’t believe that your friends left you alone with Jeonghan. You eyes trailed at Doyoon’s figure on the floor.

“Don’t worry, he’s unconsious.” Jeonghan said, reaching for his phone. “Mr. Gok, I’m at the Hall of Grandeur. Pick me up, will you?”

“I wasn’t worrying. I guess I’ll go back to East Wing.” you offered. 

“What the heck, you’re not. You’re staying at my place, remember?” he grabbed your arm and left the Hall.

The moment you and Jeonghan caught sight of Mr. Gok, he ran to Jeonghan in concern. He could run after all. “Young Master Jeonghan! What in heavens did you do?! You’re bleeding all over! Didn’t I tell you to protect your image?!” he wiped his sweating face with a handkerchief, “Oh my heavens! I think I’m going to faint!”

“Ask her!” Jeonghan shouted at him, pointing at you.

You didn’t know why, something about it irked you, definitely. “Me?! Why drag me into this?” you followed Jeonghan, irritated.

“Well obviously! If you hadn’t leave my house for some papers this morning I wouldn’t have come here!” he rolled his eyes.

“And you still came anyway!” 

“I had an important call! And there you were flirting with Jang Doyoon!”

“I was not flirting with Jang Doyoon!”

“Well then good!”

Silence filled the vehicle and you were so frustrated at Jeonghan. He blamed you for him getting injured when it was crystal clear that he put himself into this mess. He could be so annoying that you wished you could slap his face all you want. 

The ride back to the Yoon Manor took another three hours. You thought you could rest well after that high pitched quarrel with Jeonghan, but no, you couldn’t. You had to endure with his groaning that his body was hurting, he couldn’t move and even to the extent of saying that he was ‘dying’.

For three straight hours.

The moment you arrived at the Yoon Manor, it was five in the afternoon. Mr. Gok managed to have passed the speeding limit without being caught. Mrs. Bu came running with Mr. Ryu, same expression as Mr. Gok when their eyes saw Jeonghan.

“Young master dear! What on earth has happened to you?” Mrs. Bu exclaimed. 

“Don’t care. Get the first aid kit ready.” Jeonghan left and went into his bedroom.

You walked inside and Mrs. Bu held your hand. “Miss Y/N dear, I have to cook dinner since Mr. Song is out of town. Would you mind if you attend to treat young master’s wounds?”

“Oh. I apologize Mrs. Bu. I don’t think Jeonghan would like that.” you chuckled tiredly, “We kind of had a quarrel on the way here. Maybe Mr. Ryu and Mr. Gok could do it in your stead?”

Mrs. Bu raised an eyebrow at you, yet she was giggling. “Oh nonsense!” she handed you a first aid kit. “Here, go to young master’s bedroom and treat his wounds.”

“But I-”

“No buts! Or no dinner!” 

“I-” before you could interrupt any further, Mrs. Bu jogged to the kitchen. Knowing Mrs. Bu just for a few days, she didn’t want to barge in Jeonghan’s furious state because she was scared, though you wished she saw that you didn’t like it the most.

You hesitantly stood in front of Jeonghan’s bedroom door. You didn’t want to do this but Mrs. Bu made it sound like her life depended on it. Biting your lower lip, you knocked on the door. No answer. 

“Oh well he’s asleep.” you told yourself and began to swift your foot away. You stopped when Mr. Ryu stood nearby with his arms crossed, clearly you weren’t off the hook. You sighed heavily and knocked on the door louder. 

“President Jeonghan. It’s Y/N. I’m here to treat your wounds.” 

There wasn’t any answer. You opened the door, it was unlocked and the light from outside gave the room a light dimming. Jeonghan’s room was shockingly tidy. He was sound asleep, but his face and body still swell and bled. You approached closer and knelt by his bedside. “President Jeonghan?”

Still not responding, you placed your finger on his neck to look for his heartbeat. Good, he’s still alive, you thought. You soaked the towel in alcohol and water and dabbed it on his infected areas. You pushed his bangs aside, his sleeping face was as angelic even though how bruised Doyoon and his gang made him. 

The room was quiet so you sang softly to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Every move you made to clean his wounds didn’t startle or woke him up, and just like an infant, he was still sound asleep. It was like his body was made out of iron, no ouches heard or twitches made by him.

By the time you finished, you stood up quietly but stopped when you felt his hand grabbed yours. “Mom…”

You flicked your head towards him and questioned yourself if you were hearing right. He said ‘mom’.. 

Speaking of which, you’ve never heard Mr. Ryu or the others mentioning about Jeonghan’s mother. But set those aside, 

Jeonghan actually mumbles in his sleep? 

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from smiling. “I am so going to record this.” you took your phone out and began recording. Jeonghan mumbles a lot in his sleep. 

“Mom.. Please.. don’t leave.. me..”

You stopped recording and saw how sad he looked. What actually happened to his mom? You took your free hand and took his hand off. And when you did, he somehow, consciously or unconsciously, pulled you to him and embraced you. “Oh no.”

“Did you really think I was sleeping?”

Your eyes widened. He was awake this whole time? You shimmied out of his embrace. “Well I- how did you know I recorded you? You were asleep.”

“I heard the ‘record’ button when you finished. Delete that video.” he ordered, still laying on his bed.

Recalling on what he did to blame you this afternoon, you plucked up your courage, “No. I won’t.” 

He slowly sat up and raised his eyebrow. “No?”

“Yeah. I will not delete this.” you shook your phone, “It is for keeps. Proof that you do mumble in your sleep.”

“How dare you! I never mumble in my sleep! I ask you to delete that video, you punk!” 

Somehow this amused you, for once you finally knew how to humiliate him. “This video tells me otherwise.” you laughed and teased him as you played the video.

Jeonghan fell off the bed and was nearly shouting, “That’s not me! I must be possessed! Delete that!”

“Unless you admit that I did not cause your injuries but you yourself!” you challenged.

“What?” he scoffed. “There’s no way I’ll do that!” You increased the volume louder. “Okay okay! I admit that I was the cause of my own injuries and not Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you stopped the video and he calmed down. 

Jeonghan sat on his bed. “So, what did I say during my sleep?” 

You looked at him, tapping your feet onto the carpet and sat on it, “You said something about your mom. Like ‘Mom.. please don’t leave me.’” you paused after seeing his blank expression.

“So I talked about my mom, huh?” 


“I’m guessing you’re interested? In knowing what happened to my mom?” he faked a chuckle. 

“Kind of. I’m also wondering why you let me sleep in the pink bedroom.”

“I don’t like talking about personal stuff, but since you are staying here for a while. I guess there’s no harm.”

You slightly chuckled, “Someone’s finally opening up.”

“Shut up, we’re having a moment here.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

Jeonghan stood up and walked to a drawer, he took out a box and sat down beside you. In it was a photo album, one of them was a family photo of four. 

“That’s me when my sister was born. I was four at the time. She got sick as an infant because she got scarlet fever. I thought the disease was in the distant past but it turned out it wasn’t. She passed when I was seven so one could say I was depressed.” 

The next page was a photo of him and his mom, playing in the gardens. He sighed before speaking. “My mother… was a strong woman, very kind and she would make cakes on my birthdays, but she had cancer when I was middle school. And she passed during one summer.”

Jeonghan stopped midway, hearing you sniff. He made a face at you and shook his head. “Why are you crying? It’s in the past now.”

You chuckled softly. “Sorry.” 

“When mother passed, my father was not himself. His heart shattered into pieces. He increased workload to the YDH-tech and pushed me to study hard and I already was. He would beat me up when I don’t score a hundred in every exam I had.”

You nodded, “But there’s a rumour going around school saying that your dad’s a kind man.”

Jeonghan faked a laugh. “He was.” he put the photo album down. “When Jeonghye was born, I was so happy. I remember carrying her, but she and mother passed so my father wasn’t at his right state of mind. Until one night, he told me that he was going to remarry. I was against it. So I rebelled during high school. He got fed up and left, and moved to the another mansion up north.”

“And you still scored top grades.” you said, hugging your legs.

“And I still scored top grades.” he repeated. He turned to you, mirroring your position. “How about you? I heard your mother’s a great author.”

“She was.”


“I’m like you. My mother passed too, but she died when I was born.”

Jeonghan’s face softened. “I’m sorry.” Hearing this broke you into laughter. “Why are you laughing?”

“President Jeonghan, you’re saying ‘sorry’? That’s a first.”

He pursed his lips and blushed slightly. “What? I know my manners!”

“Okay.” you raised your hands.

There was silence between you two until a knock came at the door. “Young master! Miss Y/N! Dinner is served!” Mrs. Bu called out. “We have fried chicken!”

“Oh dinner’s ready. We should go, President Jeonghan.” you stood up, dusting your pants. “Or else I’ll-”

“Jeonghan.” he smiled. “Just call me Jeonghan.”

You blushed. Yoon Jeonghan, the arrogant, selfish, spoiled, and all negative adjectives you could think of to describe him, just smiled at you. You left the room in a hurry before he sees you in that flustered state. Jeonghan followed you to the dining room with a smile. Mrs. Bu, Mr. Ryu, and Mr. Gok appeared outside of his room. 

“Am I seeing correctly? Young master is smiling.” Mr. Gok said with a surprised look. 

“Indeed he is!” Mrs. Bu added.

“She is the one.” Mr. Ryu crossed his arms.

“The one?” Mr. Gok and Mrs. Bu asked at the same time. 

“I have been trying to explain it to you two!” Mr. Ryu said happily, “She’s the one who will show young master to love again.”

“Oh! I remember young master was distant and hated girls since young miss Jeonghye passed so Mrs. Yoon told him to love again at a right time!” Mrs. Bu jumped in joy. 

You went down the staircase, recalling Jeonghan’s smiling face. It suited him so much and indeed you were flustered. It’s just a dream, you told yourself as Jeonghan entered the dining room. 

Just a dream.

Something Stupid

Characters: Kirk x Reader

Summary: The girl he has been infatuated with finally becomes single but does Kirk actually have the balls everyone believes he does when it comes to matters of the heart?

Word Count: 2224 words

Prompt: ‘It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.’ , ‘Can I have this dance?’

A/N: This one is for the fantastic @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester who requested this from my 300 celebration.  This is my first time writing Kirk and he kinda got away from me so I apologise for that.

Originally posted by nabees2

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