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been talking with @nebulousneko all evening about the theory of conan being pandora, based on the miyanos’ original work on the silver bullet drug and ‘rejuvenated youth’ being very similar to ‘eternal life’; aka APTX-4869 contains pandora’s essence and shinichi ate it 

he can’t follow through with his plan to destroy the stone any more, so thus begins kaito’s long-suffering babysitting career until haibara can develop an antidote to flush the APTX out of shinichi’s system. haibara is part of pandora too (since she took the same drug), she just has a better sense of self-preservation than the tiny volatile corpse magnet

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game -- Part 1 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE  & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au 
Fluff & Smut 

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

A/N: Hey everyone ~ it’s baccckkk! :) That’s all haha blessing your weekend with part 1! Enjoy!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

           "Crap.“ You exhaled as you pulled over to the side of the road, seeing the blaring lights of red and blue following you. Groaning, you parked your car and leaned your head back into your seat. No longer than a few seconds later, a police officer knocked on your window. Clearing your throat to compose yourself, you rolled your driver’s side window down.

           "Miss. You were going over the speed limit.” The officer stated, pulling out his notepad and hovering his pen over the ticket he was about to give you.

           "It’s hardly ‘over’ the speed limit if it’s 5 over.“ You argued.

           His eyes shot up to you, possibly surprised by your attitude. "You know, normally, this is when women beg me to let them go, not argue with my initial statement.”

           "Well, Officer…“ You leaned over to read his badge closely. ”…Jeon. I don’t think I need to beg if the reason you’re stopping me wasn’t exactly a direct violation in the first place.“

           "Give me your license.” he huffed and you grabbed your wallet to do so. “Alright, Ms. Y/N. Since this seems to be your first transgression, I’ll give you a chance to appeal to me. I’m in a good mood today.”

           You gave him a face of disbelief as he smugly smirked at you.

           "Do you normally harass women while you’re in uniform?“

           His eyes widened and he scoffed. "You know most people would be thankful I’m being lenient. 5 over or more– it’s still over the speed limit on this road. Do you want a ticket or not?”

           "Of course I don’t want a ticket. But what exactly would 'appealing’ to you entail? I have no idea what you find appealing, considering we’re strangers.“ You reasoned nonchalantly.

           That seemed to stump him because he was silent for a few seconds.

           "I don’t know! Be cute or something? Compliment me? That’s what other women do. You could even start crying for all I care.” he listed as he scratched his neck sheepishly.

           Your expression turned into one of disapproval. “And that works?”

           "Well…yeah…“

           "Um okay…” You prepared yourself seriously by taking a deep breath, and then turned to flash him your brightest smile. This was torture for you.

           It was his turn to give you a look of disapproval.

           "No…not appealing.“

           You huffed at his rejection then hurriedly poked your cheeks and batted your lashes, mimicking the way women on TV acted cute. The Officer chuckled and shook his head, clearly more amused than appealed.

           "Sorry. Can’t help you. You have no appeal whatsoever.” he scribbled into his notepad and ripped the ticket. “It won’t add points if you pay the fine.”

           "Are you serious?“ You glared.

           "Oh, quite serious.” he laughed. “Maybe you should try finding other ways to appeal to men.”

           "I have a lot of appeal!“ You argued.

           He snorted. "Sure you do.”

           "You’re terribly rude for an officer of the law.“

           "And you’re terribly unapologetic for someone who’s broken the law.” he chucked the paper inside your car carelessly as he leaned through your window, his face close to yours arrogantly.

           You two stared at each other intently; you, annoyed while his eyes had a glint of mischief and intrigue in them. He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand in this battle of wits.

           Suddenly, a car zoomed by the two of you and you exhaled, pointing at it.

           "That guy was like TWENTY over the speed limit, and you’re not chasing him? Seriously??“

           "I’m currently busy at the moment.” The Officer shrugged, and after a quick glance around your car, he scrunched his face. “You should also clean up your car. Are you trying to run a garbage truck?”

           You chuckled in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law of proper etiquette right now, Officer Jeon.”

           "Etiquette goes both ways, Miss Y/N.“ The Officer knocked on your car playfully and began walking away. "Have a wonderful day ~”

           You groaned, irritated.


           "Hey Jungkook! You’re back a little late from your patrol.“

           Jungkook grinned as one of his fellow cops handed him a bottle of water. "I had a speeding incident down the road.”

           "Ooo was it a woman? Did you let them go again?“

           "No!” he huffed. “I actually gave her a ticket this time!”

           "Ohhh~ wow, Jungkook, you’re growing up!“ his fellow officers cooed as they ruffled his hair. "You couldn’t even look at women on your first patrol, and then you let them go out of pure terror and panic if they so much as touched your arm.”

           Jungkook blushed and swatted their arms away from babying him. “I wasn’t in panic!”

           "Oh please, Kook, your eyes were as wide as saucers!“ one of the guys pulled him into a headlock. "And if they started crying, you flailed your arms wildly and called in for back up.”

           Everyone roared with laughter. Jungkook easily pried himself out of the headlock and frowned.

           "That was back then!“

           "Good work, Jungkook. You’re on your way.” One of the senior officers, who just so happened to be female, smiled warmly at him. He stiffened and nodded until she disappeared from the premises.

           His fellow officers snorted at his obviously panicked reaction. He turned and glared at them, but they scrambled to return to their computers, appearing to look busy. None of them wanted to fall victim to Jungkook’s wrath. As much as they hated to admit it, even though he was the youngest officer, he was the most fit, capable, and handsome of them all, passing the physical exam with unprecedented ease.

           "Was the girl you gave a ticket cute?“ One of his closest friends turned and changed the subject.

           Jungkook hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”

           He chuckled, envisioning how you had tried to act cute before.

           "She wasn’t appealing at all.“  


           "It’s unlike you to be late, Y/N.” Jimin smiled as you finally made it to your cubicle.

           "I’m sorry Mr. Park. I got pulled over by a cop.“ You admitted and he blinked curiously.

           "Why?”

           "He claimed I was speeding when I wasn’t, and I ended up getting a ticket because I didn’t beg for forgiveness.“ You huffed.

           "Oh Y/N.” Jimin patted your head sympathetically. “You need to use your charms, even if they were in the wrong.”

           "I tried but…“ You sulked.

           "But?” Jimin leaned against your desk.

           "He said I had no appeal whatsoever.“ You stated sourly.

           Jimin burst into laughter, causing the other workers to look over at you two.

           "Sorry! Just intern stuff!” he bellowed, easing the other people’s curiosities. “Seriously. You crack me up, Y/N. I’m glad I agreed to having you intern here.”

           Hoseok coughed, appearing beside Jimin. “I believe I was the one that took her under my wing because someone decided they wanted to run away to Daegu for who knows how long and abandoned me!”

           "You won’t leave that alone, Hoseok!“ Jimin snapped.

           You smiled shyly as your bosses bickered in front of you. You were already used to it by now.  

           "Oh Mr. Jung. I had a few questions about the paperwork you had me fill out yesterday.” You knew how to stop their childish banter easily.

           Hoseok brightened immediately since you were seeking his counsel, while Jimin walked away coolly because he didn’t want to be bothered by work-related questions so early in the morning. You giggled. They were easy to figure out.

           You had been working as the company’s intern for a few months already. At first, you were under Mr. Jung since Mr. Park had temporarily been needed at a different branch, but as soon as he returned, they fought over who would be mentoring you. In the end, they settled on you shadowing Mr. Jung in the morning and Mr. Park in the afternoon. And you had no qualms about the dual mentorship. You thoroughly enjoyed learning– the process, the actual gaining of new skills and information, the effective application – so you were grateful that you had two fantastic role models to teach you.

           A lot of your university classmates wanted to strangle you for getting so lucky with your internship. Not only was the company well-known, but so were the CEOs you were under.

           "Mr. Jung.“ You called as he was scribbling corrections on your paperwork.

           "Hm?”

           "Am I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.

           His eyes widened. "Wh-what?”

           "Someone told me I had no appeal this morning. Do you think I’m lacking in appeal?“

           Hoseok coughed and peeked outside of your cubicle, making sure no one was listening in. He smiled warmly and put his pen down.

           "Y/N. Everyone has different types of appeal. It’s good to learn about other things, which you’re really good at, but it’s better if you learn about yourself first.”

           "Learn about myself?“

           "Yeah, like hmm…hold on.” Hoseok stood up. “Mr. Park, I have a question about your charm.”

           Jimin jumped out of his office with a wide grin. “My charm? Which charm? I have plenty.”

           Hoseok gave you a knowing expression and you chuckled. Jimin skipped towards you two.

           "It’s important to know your strengths and weaknesses, Y/N. As both a business worker and as a person. You should use your strengths as your appeal and work to improve or compensate your weaknesses.“ Hoseok tapped on the paperwork in front of you. "Kind of like how we revise these papers. We keep what’s convincing and edit what’s not. Although you should be careful about being overly appealing.”

           He shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.

           "You have a problem with my overflowing appeal, Mr. Jung?“ Jimin cocked up an eyebrow.

           "It’s good to know you have it, but don’t flaunt it too much.” Hoseok commented to you.

           "But you didn’t answer my question.“ You emphasized.

           "What question?” Jimin questioned.

           "She asked if she was appealing.“ Hoseok blushed as he lay a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. "This is your forte so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with my young intern.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Hoseok, so naive. Don’t worry Y/N. You’re definitely appealing! But what Mr. Jung is trying to say is that you have to believe in your appeal before you can go appealing people.”

           "Interesting.“ You hummed.

           "Think of it like your resume for people.” Jimin pointed.

           "Resume for people?“ You repeated, still puzzled.

           "Yeah, you have to know why people like you and play that as your strength. Like me, I know I’m incredibly handsome and friendly, and that’s why people like me. If ever, let’s say, someone accuses me of doing something wrong, I know I could use my looks and sweet words to get out of trouble.”  

           "So… manipulate people?“

           Hoseok snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.

           "I guess in blunt terms, yes. But it’s kind of a survival skill.” he chimed. “You need it to survive in the real world.”

           "Survival skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.

           "Y/N, don’t–” Hoseok was about to protest, but Jimin’s hand covered his mouth.

           "I see. It’s quite important for me to learn my own appeal.“ You stated determinedly. "As a matter of survival.”

           "Yes, yes, exactly.“ Jimin nodded fervently.

           "You’re such a jackass.” Hoseok hissed.

           "It’s for her own good.“ Jimin nudged.

           You beamed happily. "Thank you, Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!”

           The two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.

           "You two are so weak for the intern.“ Silver appeared beside them with her arms crossed.

           Hoseok flinched and removed his hand from your head, settling beside his girlfriend. On the other hand, Jimin latched onto you and embraced you tightly from behind.

           "It’s cause she’s so cute and clueless about the evils of this world.” he giggled as he nuzzled his face next to yours while you sat there stoically, mulling over his statement instead of his actions.

           Silver rolled up the papers she had on hand and started whacking Jimin with it in between her words.

           "Get-off-her-that-is-in-a-ppro-priate!“

           Jimin cackled and let go of you. "You’re no fun, Silver. She doesn’t mind, right?”

           You shook your head. “I don’t feel anything when it happens so I don’t mind.”

           Hoseok burst into laughter while Jimin clutched his chest, feigning pain at your words.

           Silver smiled at you, amused. “There are only a few women who could say that and honestly mean it, Y/N. You amaze me.”

           "Thank you.“ You bowed gratefully. "Mr. Park told me you had fallen for his charms before too, so I consider this an honorable compliment.”

           Silver lunged at Jimin, but he was quick to evade and hurriedly locked himself inside the safety of his office.

           "PARK JIMIN!“

           "Now, now.” Hoseok grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and whispered. “We’re at work remember? Don’t let him get you riled up like that. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

           Silver huffed and relaxed at his true statement.

           You watched the two interact curiously. Although they tried to keep it relatively low key at work, everybody knew they were in a relationship. You found them to be a very adorable pair, while Mr. Park and his girlfriend acted more like nagging, close friends whenever you saw them together. But you guessed that every relationship worked differently because regardless of how they treated each other, they all seemed very happy and in love.

           Love, huh?

           You shook your head and turned your attention back to your paperwork, pushing your thoughts to the side for now.  


           Needless to say, you took a different route to work the next day, still feeling a bit sour about the rude cop you had run into. You pushed the speaker button on your car as you spotted Mr. Park’s name light up on your dashboard.

           "Good morning, Mr. Park.“ You greeted.

           "Hey Y/N! Are you on your way to work right now?”

           "Yes.“

           "Have you passed the cafe yet by any chance?”

           "Not yet. Are you running late again today, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin chuckled guiltily. "I might have snoozed my alarms a few times.”

           "I shall pick up your usuals.“ You stated knowingly.

           "You’re the best.”

           "But I don’t think your girlfriend will be very pleased.“

           "Eh, it’s her fault for not sleeping over. I don’t even know why she doesn’t just move in yet.” he grumbled.

           "Mr. Park, please leave your personal matters at home.“

           Jimin laughed. "Get something for yourself too, Y/N. I’ll pay you back later.”

           "Will do.“ You hummed as you signaled to turn into the cafe. "I’m turning into the shop now.”

           "Good. I’ll see you in a bit–ow!“

           You heard clattering on the other side of the line and your lips curled up, slightly amused. You could tell he was rushing around his apartment frantically so he wouldn’t get scolded by Mr. Jung and Silver for being tardy again.

           "See you soon, Mr. Park.”

           You hung up and expertly parked.

           Grabbing your purse, you headed inside the cafe where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. There was decent line there today and you checked your watch to see if you had time to wait. But then again, it was Mr. Park’s fault if you were. You technically started work by doing what he had asked you to do.

           Furrowing your brow, you peeked over a few customers’ shoulders to see what the hold-up was. The line never usually moved this slowly, but you couldn’t see who was in the front and taking their time. With a sigh, you settled on not getting irritated about it because there was nothing you could do. You whipped your phone out and began scrolling through your e-mails and messages until it was your turn.

           "Y/N!“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend beamed, welcoming you.

           "Good morning.” You bowed. “I’ll take the usual, if you could please.”

           "Whoa, someone has a usual?“ A familiar voice bellowed beside you and once you turned to see who it belonged to, your expression darkened.

           "Oh?” The cop that had given you a ticket was leaning against the counter, just as surprised as you when you locked eyes. “It’s you!”

           You didn’t bother greeting him and handed Mr. Park’s girlfriend your card to pay. “Can I please get a hot chocolate with that?”

           "Sure thing.“ she smiled as she punched it into the register. "Do you know each other?”

           "No.“ You replied a little too quickly.

           "Yes.” Officer Jeon answered. “Unappealing girl, right?”

           You took a deep exasperated breath and gave him a slight bow of respect, then turned your attention back to signing your receipt.

           "It’ll be out in a bit.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend glanced at the two of you, clearly amused. "It’s a bit slow because he had to buy all of his unit’s coffee orders.”

           "I see.“ You replied. This was the second time Officer Jeon had been the root of your tardiness. You walked to the other side of the counter, away from where he was, to wait.

           But he had other plans.

           "Don’t tell me you’re still upset about the ticket.” he chuckled as he settled beside you.

           "I don’t like conversing with strangers.“ You stated, hoping he would stop acting like you two were friends.

           "Jungkook.”

           "Bless you.“

           "No.” he giggled. “That’s my name. Y/N, right?”

           "Slightly creepy how you remember that.“

           "I have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.

           "And do you always talk to people you’ve arrested or given fines to?“ You inquired.

           "Hmm…” he hummed. “…you’d be the first actually.”

           "And why would that be?“

           "Well, we have a mutual friend.” he pointed at Mr. Park’s girlfriend.

           "Does having a mutual friend mean we have to automatically become friends?“ You turned to him, curiously.

           "Well, no.” he scratched the back of his head. “But I mean, it kind of makes you more comfortable to talk to?”

           "Huh.“ You nodded, intrigued, but said nothing further.

           "Are you getting coffee for your co-workers too?”

           "Yeah. Do you usually get coffee at this time on this day?“

           Jungkook shook his head. "It varies. We usually play rock-paper-scissors to determine who buys. I don’t ever lose. But I’m pretty sure they all cheated to take me down.”

           You raised an eyebrow at him.

           "What?“ he blinked.

           "You really think highly of yourself, huh?”

           He flustered, “No! I just…I don’t like losing.”

           You chuckled. “Makes sense.”

           "What’s that supposed to mean?“ he asked defensively.

           "Nothing.” You shrugged lightly.

           "Want another ticket for instigating an officer?“ he threatened.

           "I’ll take you to court for abuse of power.” You stared at him seriously, and he backed off.

           "I was just joking…“ he mumbled.

           You smiled slightly. "I have a question.”

           "Hm?“

           "Show me how you would appeal to me if our roles were reversed yesterday.”

           "That’s not a question.“

           "A demand then.”

           "I have a right to refuse.“

           "But I thought we were friends.” You smirked. “Friends are supposed to help each other, right?”

           Jungkook grumbled, blushing slightly. “There’s too many people here…”

           "Unappealing.“ You clicked your tongue right away and shook your head, disapprovingly.

           "I am not!” he retorted.

           "The appeal isn’t working for me.“ You looked him up and down blankly.

           "Are you kidding me?” he scoffed.

           "I’m quite serious.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook opened his mouth, probably to spout out another argument, but he was interrupted.

           "Officer Jeon, your order’s up!”

           He glanced at you and you smirked triumphantly. You had won this time. With a groan, he grabbed his orders from the counter. You didn’t miss the way the other customers were clearly eye-ing him like glazed meat, but your observation was cut short when he towered in front of you.

           "I’ll show you next time we meet, Y/N. I’m very appealing.“

           You snorted. "Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”

           He pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.

           "Y/N, your order’s ready!“

           Smiling to yourself proudly, you left the cafe in high spirits. You paused before heading to your car, to check that everything you ordered was in fact there.

           "One…two, three, four. Perfect.”

           Suddenly, someone passing by bumped into your shoulder without so much as an apology. You glanced up in time to see their profile briefly but they soon became part of the larger crowd heading to the bus stop nearby. You had a bit of a déjà vu in that moment… or was it that you knew that person? You blinked, trying to make out the figure in the crowd curiously. But your phone beeped a few times, bringing you back to reality. Hurriedly, you rushed to your car to make it to work on time.


           As was your usual, you celebrated the weekend with a stroll outside, if the weather permitted it. So today, you found yourself walking down Masquerade Boulevard, a popular place that your friends and co-workers usually frequented. But seeing it with your own eyes, it didn’t look any different than other streets.

           You stopped in front of the section that had “Burlesque Lounge” atop and you peered through the window to see if there was anyone inside. But it was empty.

           "Not open until much later, huh?“ You hummed as you read the times that hung at the entrance.

           Then your eyes wandered over a few doors down, it’s "Open” sign lighting up obnoxiously, catching your attention. Stepping back a bit, you read the name: Club Masquerade.

           "Club?“

           The name sounded familiar. You heard it being tossed around a few times at work, but you had never tuned into the conversation. What was this place?

           Your curiosity led you to push open the door where a bell echoed loudly, signaling your entrance. And immediately, you were greeted.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?”

           Your eyes widened as you came face-to-face with Mr. Park’s girlfriend. She looked just as surprised for a split second then she pressed her index finger over her lips, telling you to keep quiet.

           "Welcome.“ she grinned as she approached you. "Here.”

           You blinked as she handed you a rather flimsy black mask.

           "We give all first timers a complimentary mask. But most people design their own as a sort of symbol of individuality. It’s required that everyone here wear one to protect their identity and to create a safe space to be one’s self.“

           "Huh.” You were a bit stunned that you had stumbled into such an interesting place, and coincidentally, one where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. Obediently, you pulled the mask over your face.

           "Take a look around.“ she urged and you stepped forward, taking in the fantastic design of the venue.

           The outside didn’t do any justice to what was inside. It was almost a replica of a Renaissance hall. A beautiful chandelier, donned with sparkling diamonds, hung at the center. Your eyes wandered to the dark red velvety curtains further back where people were appearing and disappearing. The people, you noticed, were wearing uniquely designed masks. They varied in design, color, size, and shape. Some were simply designed with a few jewels while others had obnoxious feathers protruding from the top.

           "Here’s a pamphlet.” Mr. Park’s girlfriend handed you a brochure.

           "Make our fantasies come true?“ You read the catchphrase questioningly.

           "Mhm.” she giggled then pointed towards a group of men that were crowding around a table. “Those are our hosts. They specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           You hummed, watching the group of guys surrounding one male in particular. As if seeing who you were staring at, she giggled.

           "The one with the gold mask on is our best Aggressor host.“

           "Aggressor?” You tilted your head curiously.

           "Someone who’s a bit more aggressive and experimental, for the more adventurous customers.“ she winked. "He’s one of the best we have. High in demand.”

           "I’ll show you all. I’ll get her to finish before my time’s up, like Red Mask used to!“ Gold mask stood up and slammed his hand onto the table.

           "Pfft. No one’s been able to do that. You think you can, kid?” Another one pulled him into a headlock playfully.

           "I can! I was close last time. And he taught me himself. Who better than me to follow in his footsteps?“ The man huffed and pried himself out of the headlock easily.

           "Oh boy.” the Receptionist chuckled.

           "I’ll take him.“ You pointed. "The arrogant one.”

           "Really?“ she blinked.

           Your interest was piqued. Was he just bluffing or was he truly knowledgeable? And what exactly were these "fantasies” they were advertising?

           "You said he was one of the best right? And he seems to think he’s the best, so I’m curious.“

           The Receptionist smiled, amused. "Nochu! Come here.”

           All the guys turned their heads at the sound of her commanding voice. Hurriedly, the man in the gold mask strutted over to where you two were.

           "Yes?“

           "This customer requested for the arrogant one.” she chimed.

           The man’s eyes locked towards yours immediately. “The arrogant one? You don’t even know me.”

           "Well, what you were claiming over there was a bit arrogant, don’t you think?“ You retorted.

           He grumbled.

           "Or was she lying about you being one of the best?” You taunted.

           He huffed and gripped at your wrist, roughly pulling you towards him, his face inches from yours. You stared at him, not backing down, because you wanted to test his nerve.

           "I can guarantee you; you’ll get the best service from me.“ he growled.

           You smirked and nodded. "Then I think we have a deal here.”

           Nochu seemed to be searching your eyes for something before he stepped away from you. “Put her down for my first session tomorrow.”

           "Will do, Nochu.“ The Receptionist’s lips curled up and she showed you her planner, pointing at the time slot. "Sessions can run from 30 minutes to an hour, according to your preference. Which would you like to start with?”

           You glanced at Nochu, eye-ing him up and down. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up confidently.

           "How long do you think you’ll need to please me?“

           He looked appalled at your question while the Receptionist snickered. He approached you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Leaning over, he whispered into your ear.

           "I can please you in 5 minutes… but it seems I have a lot to teach you, so how about you try me for an hour and see if you can handle it?”

           He let go of you, still maintaining his threatening aura, which had you a bit taken aback if you were going to be perfectly honest. In just a few seconds, the man you thought you could tease, the man that was spouting out nonsense at the table, had changed into someone who sounded so authoritative. Seeing your astonishment, he smirked and turned to the Receptionist.

           "She wants me for an hour. We’re going to have lots of fun.“ he chuckled.

           The Receptionist nodded. "Very well. An hour it is then.”

           Nochu winked at you and tapped your cheek, “Prepare yourself.”

           Then before you could think of a witty comeback, he disappeared behind the veil, leaving you wondering about what exactly you had signed up for.


           "What’re you giggling about?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend waltzed into her own apartment.

           "Something unexpected happened at the Club today.” the Receptionist kissed him on the cheek as he was cooking dinner.

           "What was it?“

           "Mmm…let’s just say your prodigy has a new interesting customer.” she grinned as she began stripping in the middle of the living room.

           "Geez, please don’t turn me on while I’m cooking.“ Jimin shut his eyes and turned away. "I’ll end up eating something else.”

           She giggled and tauntingly hugged him from behind, wearing just her lingerie. “Does seeing me naked still turn you on, my Red Mask?”

           Jimin huffed. “Of course it does. It’d be a problem if it didn’t.”

           She laughed as she unlatched herself and moseyed to her room. “Very true.”

           "Was the new customer hott?“

           "She’s beautiful, but a bit hard-headed.” She called out. “But that’s why it’s going to be fun for Jungkook. He’s only gotten obedient customers so this makes things a bit more interesting.”

           "Ah, I’m so proud of him. My prodigy.“ Jimin smiled fondly. "He’ll overcome this challenge, for sure.”

           "You know he’s trying to break your record.“ The Receptionist came back and sat at the table.

           "Which record?” Jimin snorted. “I’ve had many in my time at Club Masquerade.”

           She rolled her eyes. “You two are peas in a pod. You and Jungkook.”

           "Even if he beats me, I’ll always be able to claim that I did those things first.“

           "Is that why you refused to hand over your red mask?” She snorted.

           "It’s mine!“ Jimin argued. "He could’ve gotten his own red one. That mask is like a part of me.”

           Receptionist rolled her eyes, “I gave him my gold one and he redesigned it.”

           "But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.

           "Why are you always a brat?” she retorted. “It’s just a mask, and unless you want me going back to those fancy balls, I don’t need it anymore.”

           Jimin paused and walked over to kiss her. “You’re right. You should’ve thrown that mask out ages ago. You don’t ever and should never wear it ever again.”

           She smirked, “I thought so.”

           "How did you get him to take your gold one? He was super adamant about being the next 'Red Mask’.“

           She chuckled, "I told him that that gold mask seduced two hott guys in one fell swoop; one of them being you. That it was far more powerful than your red mask because I seduced you with it. I was passing him the power to surpass you, and he was immediately taken.”

           "What bullshit.“ he snorted.

           "It wasn’t completely bullshit.” She hummed. “You did fall for me when I was wearing that.”

           "I’ll give you that.“ Jimin turned off the stove. "But it was your skill that got me, not that mask.”

           "But now he has his own title.“ She got up to set up the table for them.

           "What is it?”

           "The Golden Host.“ She smiled.

           "Damn.” Jimin hissed. “That’s hella cool. Why didn’t I think of that?”

           "Cause you were so intent on having red because it’s seductive.“ She emphasized.

           "Well it was!” he argued.

           "Just let Jungkook be, babe.“ She laughed. "You created your legacy, so now let him create his.”

           Jimin sighed. “I know, I know. Ugh, this is probably how a parent feels when their kids achieve something they couldn’t.”

           "He hasn’t surpassed you yet. Stop being bitter.“

           "Oh, but he will.” Jimin sat down, placing a plate in front of both of them. “I had to learn everything on my own. I gave him everything on a silver platter. All my rules, all my tricks, everything. I saved him years of experimenting.”

           She grabbed his hand warmly. “But nothing beats the original. He may know what you know, but applying it is different.”

           Jimin smiled thankfully and squeezed her hand in return. “You’re right.”

           "Let’s eat?“

           The two of them began scarfing down their dinner hungrily.

           "Who was the new customer?” Jimin asked after a few bites.

           "Rule #2, sweetie.“ She smirked.

           Jimin sighed. "Stop using that rule on me.”

           "Rule #2: Even if you know the customer’s identity, you can’t ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy.“ She recited.

           "But I’m your boyfriend!” he whined.

           "I protect my customers.“ she grinned cheekily while Jimin huffed. "I’m the Receptionist after all. The keeper of all secrets.”


           In the meanwhile, you had gone out and bought yourself your own sturdier black mask. Usually you would just read a book or watch TV once you got home, but today, you were humming a song to yourself as you designed your mask. You didn’t want it to be over the top, but you also didn’t want it to be plain. After a few hours of contemplation and sketching, you finally decided to throw in a small amount of jewels around the eyes. But the main feature of your mask would be the wing design you were going to attach. You had always had a certain fascination with wings, angel wings to be specific. It was mysterious, unique, symbolic, and elegant, very much like how you wanted to portray yourself. And no one you had seen today at Club Masquerade had such a mask, meaning you would be recognizable and individual. You wanted the wings to become your trademark.  

           You grinned to yourself as you placed the finished product by your bedside, letting it dry. A new learning experience awaited you tomorrow, and you were absolutely thrilled. What exactly did this Club Masquerade and this Nochu have in store for you? You couldn’t wait to find out.


           "Oh shit. Come on.“ Jungkook groaned as he and his partner pulled up at the scene of the accident.

           "Man, our last leg of the shift and we get called in to handle the big accident.” His partner exhaled. “Well, let’s go. The sooner we tackle this, the faster we get to go home for the day.”

           Jungkook exhaled as he glanced at his watch. “Right. Let’s get this cleaned up and settled quickly. I have somewhere to be.”


           In the meanwhile, you had come a few minutes early, not sure whether there was such an etiquette at this type of club, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prompt.

           "Nochu’s not in yet, but let me take you to his usual 'starter’ room.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend smiled at you apologetically. "He comes from a different job…most of the hosts do, so sometimes —very, very rarely– but it does happen at times…they’re late.”

           "It’s alright.“ You bowed, knowing it wasn’t her fault, and things sometimes did happen beyond anyone’s control.

           "Sorry about this. You’ll definitely get your full hour of service.” she explained before she closed the door, leaving you in an empty room by yourself.

           You stared at the pillow fort that lay in the center of the room curiously.

           "Interesting…“


           "What do you mean you’re going to be late?” The Receptionist hissed. “This isn’t one of your regulars. She’s new!”

           "I’m sorry!“ Jungkook groaned. "I’m dying over here too, but there was a big accident that involved three cars so it’s taking awhile. I really want to show her that I’m not bluffing about my skills, but this shit happened and ugh.”

           "Officer Jeon.“ His partner called him.

           "I have to go. Reschedule her or something please.” He pleaded.

           "She paid for this session, Nochu…but I’ll see what I can do.“

           "You rock, Noona.”

           The Receptionist sighed and hung up. She opened up her planner to scan the schedule for the day, “What can I even do?”

            Suddenly, the front door opened, causing the bell to ring, and her head whipped up eagerly. Immediately, she beamed, relief washing over her.

           "Oh thank goodness you’re here! I need you to do me a BIG favor.“


           You patiently sat inside the pillow fort, which had a sort of canopy lining around it that served as a barrier from the outside world. It made the sea of pillows a bit more secluded, as if you were in your own world, in your bedroom, and not in some public host club.

           Suddenly, the doorknob turned and you perked up. Through the fabric, you saw the silhouette of a man coming in. Tall and lean. Your heart raced as he approached, knowing he was watching your outline just as much as you were observing his. He reached out and pulled the canopy apart slightly, entering as you two kept your eyes on each other. Your eyes traveled down his form knowingly.

           "You’re not the man I had requested.” You commented.

           The man chuckled and bowed, “Well, I can assure you my service will still be of high quality.”

           You hummed as you made room for him by pulling your legs back closer to you. Seeming to understand your closed off body language, he took a seat in front of you and waited for you to say something. You curiously stared at him for a few seconds before saying.

           "Enlighten me then. What exactly is the purpose and the intrigue of such a business as this?“

           The man grinned, "Well why don’t I show you first and then you can tell me if you’ve found an answer?”

           "Is it not something that can be answered with words?“ You questioned.

           "I don’t think words can ever replace experiences.” he replied.

           You smiled. “No, I suppose not.”

           "Then do I have your permission to please you?“ he shifted.

           You nodded, feeling the air thicken immediately at his words.

           "I have to ask.” he whispered as he reached out to touch your face. “This isn’t your first time doing this sort of intimate thing, right?”

           You shook your head. “It isn’t.”

           "Good.“ he traced your cheek, traveling down to your neck, and you felt yourself shiver immediately. "Mind telling me what you’re looking for here?”

           You glanced at his masked face. “Hopefully answers to many questions.”

           You caught his eyes twinkling expressively as he grinned. “Well then let’s hope my body answers some of them for you today.”

           Nodding, you scooted back into the fort of pillows, getting comfortable.

           "Relax.“ he whispered as his fingers continued to roam the outline of your body. "You’re tense.”

           "Sorry, being with a stranger is a bit…“ You tried to think of the word. ”…worrisome?“

           "How so?” he questioned as his hands found your hips, and you felt your body tingling at his mere touch there. Were your hips always so sensitive?

           "Well, I mean you probably see naked women a lot…so it’s a bit embarrassing? I don’t necessarily have the ideal body type.“

           He shook his head. "I think every person’s body is its own unique sculpture.”

           Then one of his hands cupped your face. “Is that the only thing you’re worrying about?”

           "Pretty much.“ You shrugged.

           "I can assure you that I find your body very attractive.”

           You grinned, enjoying the compliment that had spilled from his mouth. “Thanks.”

           He chuckled. “Are you carefree or just open-minded?”

           "Can I attest to being both?“ You smiled.

           His lips curled up. "I’ll go slowly.”

           You nodded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto the expanse of your neck. Gently at first, as if worried that you would shove him away and escape, then open-mouthed the next few times. His mouth traveled across your throat, up behind your ear, and your body responded to him by simply melting.

           Slowly, he urged you to lay down; your back hitting the softness of the pillows. You felt like you were enveloped by a cloud; all while feeling hints of paradise as he flicked his tongue out against your neck.You inhaled quickly as your heart lurched forward at the new sensation. He adjusted himself so that his body pressed against yours as he continued to suck on your skin.        Your first time had been hurried and clumsy, not at all like what was depicted in movies–the soft music playing in the background and the slow motion, picturesque love making. But whatever was happening now, with this masked man, you felt like it was close to what you envisioned this act to be– unhurried and breathtaking.

           His hands made sure to touch every part of your body, as if he was cherishing it, as if to let you know that every inch of you was loved. But that was crazy, how could someone you had just met make you feel this way?

           "Don’t think. Just let your body act.“ he breathed onto your skin as he pulled your shirt a little lower from your collar so he could kiss your chest. "You’ll find your answers faster.”

           "Will I?“ you mumbled, a bit more strained than you anticipated your voice to be.

           "Mhm.” he hummed, his lips still attached to your chest; the reverberations shooting through your entire being.

           Then his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and his hand smoothed across it carefully. You felt your lower half heat up. He was so close to where you were starting to need friction.

           He shifted so that his face was in front of yours. You stared at him as you bit your lip to prevent yourself from panting or crying out, from acting on the way your body was shamefully reacting.

           "Can I kiss you?“ he questioned.

           You nodded, licking your lips a bit since your whole mouth had gone dry ever since he had initially approached you.

           He smiled warmly and captured your lips with his. They were soft and plush, and all you could focus on at that moment was the movement of your mouths against each other. Your mental strings slowly snapped one by one with each second that passed by. He kissed you senselessly until your body moved on its own, grinding up to meet his, surprising even yourself. He grinned as he bit down on your bottom lip.

           "That’s it. Something like this feels better when you just feel.” he hummed as his hand traveled upwards, lifting your shirt up as he cupped your bra.

           You kissed him more aggressively when he squeezed your breast in his large hand. Seeing that you were less tense and more responsive after a few more massages, he slid his hand underneath and you gasped instantaneously. He watched you, his eyes lidded as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned as you looked back at him pleadingly. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling. Did you want more? Was it awkward? Was it painful? Was it good?

           He brushed his thumb across the sensitive bud again and you sighed, closing your eyes. He was right. It was no use trying to analyze the emotion you were feeling because your body was reacting before your mind registered anything. You cleared your mind as you lunged forward, attacking his mouth with your lips. The way he kissed you served as the best distraction, the best way to calm down your thoughts. He seemed to understand because he welcomed your lips hungrily. And soon enough, his hand traveled lower, to your jeans. He squeezed your thighs and you spread your legs eagerly.

           He broke the kiss and stared at your face, wanting to see your reaction as his finger traced up your thigh and hovered over your core. You gulped as you observed his hand from afar, excitedly and anxiously all at once. Your chest heavily rose and fell as you panted.

           Then, one finger caressed up the center of your jeans and you felt your underwear dampen. Another stroke of his finger, then another as his pace quickened, rubbing you through your jeans. You groaned and threw your head back. The fact that he was watching you intently added to the thrill for some reason. He bit his lip as you moaned when he pressed his finger harder against you.

           His hand left and before you could wonder what happened, it found their way to unbutton your jeans. With a quick look at your expression, he pulled your pants down. You swallowed harshly as you watched him settle between your legs, his breath fanning across your clothed core.

           A thousand worries flitted across your mind in that moment, but they soon dispersed when he edged forward and pressed his lips into your center. You inhaled sharply and arched your back responsively. He kissed you again then flicked his tongue out, making your already damp underwear wetter. You clutched at the pillows that were within your reach, trying not to make any of the noises that were threatening to come out of you.

           "Be as loud as you want, baby. These walls are soundproof. And I sure don’t mind.“ he smiled before dipping his face into you again.

           You groaned and began heaving as he circled the tip of his tongue around. The fabric between you and your dripping core was completely soaked, but it made the sensation feel insanely more pleasurable.

           "Oh my goodness.” You exhaled as his hands glided up your thighs.

           You didn’t think you could be wrecked by a few simple moves. It was almost shameful that a stranger had unraveled you so easily. Was he just that knowledgeable? Was there a universal tactic that made all women go crazy? Or had you been in need of intimacy more than you thought?

           But you never did get to find out more in that point in time, because the buzzer you had come in with, started flashing and vibrating. The masked man unlatched himself from you and kindly handed you your jeans.

           "Sorry our time was so short.“ he apologized.

           You smiled and shook your head, your brain was a little fuzzy with all the sensations you had just experienced.  

           "It’s not your fault. Thank you for filling in.” You sat up.

           He grinned as he offered you his hand to help you stand. “Did I serve to answer some of your questions at least?”

           You chuckled, remembering the arrogant air in which you had greeted him. “I can certainly see the intrigue of this business much clearer now.”

           He bowed playfully. “Well, I shall escort you out when you’re ready.”

           "Oh. Sorry.“ You blushed and hurried to get into your pants, struggling because they were a bit tight. He steadied you by your shoulders so you could shimmy inside them with a shy smile. "Skinny jeans. Heh.”

           "Yeah, I try to avoid them. It’s hard to get around my thighs.“ he bantered.

           You giggled.

           "Shall we?” he gestured to the door and you nodded, letting him walk you out.

           "How did it go?“ the Receptionist greeted you brightly. "Sorry about the switch in host.”

           You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry.”

           Before the Receptionist could ask you anything else, the host interjected.

           "Well, I have to take my leave.“ The man bowed. "I’ll let you two speak freely.”

           "Wait!“ You called as he reached for the doorknob to exit.

           He turned to you questioningly.

           "What should I call you if I want to see you again?”

           He stared at you, a bit surprised that you verbalized the desire of having a second session with him so openly, considering he had just been a substitute to your original choice. But his face softened when he saw your sincerity, and he turned to face you fully.

           "Mon.“ he grinned, his eyes turning into small, crescents of appreciation. "Call me Mon.”

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PART 2 

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2B1 Oka & 2A1 Kondensator Nuclear Artillery

Some of the most monstrous SPGs to ever developed surpassed only by the Karl-Gerat, these artillery systems are in the same vein as the US M65 “Atomic Annie” atomic cannon. These were highly impractical weapons and served  as better propaganda than actual nuclear delivery systems. By 1960 they’d been replaced by tactical ballistic missiles such as the 2K6 Luna.

2A1 Kondensator: Pictures 1 through 4. Developed in response to the M65 atomic cannon. Over 65 tons and sporting a 406mm gun with a maximum range of 25 km. Steven J. Zaloga erroneously reports the caliber to be 310 mm. At any rate, a colossal beast developed in 1956. Only four were produced and they were retired by the mid-1960s. 

2B1 Oka: Pictures 5 through 7. Fifty-three tons of Soviet steel and overcompensation. The barrel is over 20 m long and fires a 420 mm, 750 kg projectile, conventional or nuclear, over 45 km. Due to the size of the projectile its practical rate of fire was one round every five minutes. Testing revealed that the recoil was too strong for many components: it damaged drive sprockets, tore the gear-box away from its mountings, etc. and the sheer length and size rendered it incredibly difficult to transport

“The design requirements of the early 1950s resulted in a spate of new nuclear artillery systems in 1956-57. Two self-propelled artillery systems were developed on a common chassis by the Central Artillery Design Bureau: the SU-310 [2B1] mechanized super-heavy gun and the related SU-420 [2A1] mechanized superheavy mortar. Both weapons were paraded in Moscow from 1957 and were crowd pleasers if only for their gargantuan proportions. They did not prove to be tactically successful and their further production was curtailed by Nikita Khrushchev’s personal disapproval.” 

-Steven J. Zaloga and James W. Loop’s book “Soviet Tanks and Combat Vehicles: 1946 to Present,” p. 128, 1987

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i was tagged by @theologianstudies moodboard thingy :D tysm!!  if a moodboard is suppose to have 9 photos.. oops

a bit of bts and physics notes (feat. my planner). the “plants” in the top right are fake, but the ones on the bottom left are real. i like simple and minimal stuff, but i’m not minimal at all.

i tag: @biolcgy @studyybean @rasberris @studynaut @milkteastudies

took all of these within like 5 minutes..  but they turned out better than i expected haha. my second “original” post (the other things i post are mostly irrelevant) i will try to post more pictures though ;u; 

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Anyone who knows me from @artmemesarchive knows that I love them, so what better way to kick off this blog than with an art challenge! Also, despite this blog’s name, it’s not necessarily about first ones specifically!  Any old oc will do.  The difference can be from months to years, but the longer ago it was created the better the transformation!

For this challenge, paste an old drawing of the character in the box (can be traditional, scanned, photographed, digital, mspaint, whatever!) on the Original half, then fill out the form. Afterwards, update the character! Make them new! Draw a picture with your improved skills! Update their bio and information! Reflect on your improvement and changed tastes.

 I hope to see people participate!! If you do it, tag me @myfirstoc or put #myfirstoc in the tags of the post so I can see it and reblog it!

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 5 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

A/N: Hey everyone ~ this one’s long again so I put another “Keep Reading” link so let me know if it isn’t working ^^ This is straight up SIN (You have been warned)…I’m sorry…Enjoy ~ and stay hydrated LOL.

Originally posted by bangeae

          To say something had stirred inside of you after having sex with Namjoon would be somewhat of an understatement. Rather than “stirred” it seemed that it had been unleashed… unlocked.

           There was a gnawing need inside of you. Like that one time hadn’t been enough. Like you were intoxicated and obsessed with chasing after the high, the pleasure, the satisfaction that you had felt in that moment. But what worried you was that you knew that moments and feelings hardly ever replicated themselves to the same degree, and to expect the same feeling would be setting yourself up for disappointment. Yet you still hoped; you still searched.

           Every time you met with Namjoon, it would end up with clothes strewn on the floor; your limbs tangled around each other, like both of your bodies knew no other place other than each other’s.

           When your frustration was so great, you turned to Jungkook, who more than happily consented to your advances. He was well aware of your feelings for Namjoon and of your great thirst and search for physical intimacy. Most of the time, you and Jungkook would meet at the Club, neither of you daring enough to initiate anything at work, not sure whether it was something that crossed the other’s thought, and certainly not wanting to cross that line.

           Until one day, your growing heat got the better of you.

           As far as logical went, you always thought your mind was in full control of your body, but it seemed that those many years of tight reign had dissolved with a single taste of worldly pleasures. And you couldn’t think of any reason to deny yourself, especially if all the parties involved were on the same page and in the loop with everyone’s desires and circumstances.

           And so, seated side-by-side with both of your backs to your co-workers, you and Jungkook were brainstorming some ideas for improvements in marketing and advertising, which you had to pitch to Mr. Jung and Mr. Park by the end of the week. You crossed your legs in an attempt to dissipate the throbbing of your center as flashes of heated nights with Namjoon and with Jungkook separately seeped in. Licking your lips, your eyes flickered over to Jungkook’s concentrated expression and pursed lips. You silently argued with yourself about the consequences of being caught in the workplace and possibly pushing Jungkook too much out of his comfort zone, especially when he wasn’t Nochu. But before your mind could register it, your hand began travelling down to Jungkook’s muscular thigh.

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FOR ALL THE AWESOME WOMEN

For all the women around the world who have always loved Thranduil. Y ou are a rose that emerge all your beauty and fragance. You are one of the greatest woman around. And you will be even better if you could learn to appreciate an original artist. Wouldn’t it be better for you to learn to edit rather than spending the time stealing and changing another artist’s artwork? it doesn’t matter what sort of program you are using to edit, just start from a picture that has never been edited by another artist. If you have no time to learn how to  edit while you find the an artwork that you like, you just need to show your appreciation to artist and for anyone who wishes to share the picture anywhere on social media, please include the link where you’ve found the pictures. Just the simple thing but you can change the world with your smart behaviour…… HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

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You will not be able to find Thranduil in this particular pose in the movie or behind the scene. This new pose is edited based on my creativity. If you see this picture without my watermark anywhere, it means that someone has  stolen it from my sites without permission. Do not blame me if i report your link for you have been warned.

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The feathers bristled a tell-tale warning followed by a dimunitive chirp.

“Yes, Braelle. I sense it too.” she coo’d affectionately, stroking his neck before looking in the direction from which he had flown, "…trouble.”

(don’t tell me to calm down you calm down)

Rebuilding Stabby Pt.2

I stripped Stabby down to the barest of the motor frame… I didn’t think I’d have to go this far down, but, the difference between the two track types is significant!

The new tracks are at the top, the old tracks are at the bottom. The new ones are 5 studs wide, 2 studs wider than the original ones… sooo… yeah, total redesign of the chassis to accommodate them.

Lookit all of the pieces I had to tear off poor stabby! :(

Wait a minute… is that a functional powertrain? … … … Why YES IT IS! A total redesign, but, it gave me opportunities to make improvements to the original design!

For example, I was able to better fit the rear access cover, it sits solidly now and doesn’t feel like it’s just bodged on.

Under the access panel, the battery box… looking at this picture, makes me think I need to flip it around… hmmmmmm. (It is about midnight here right now… sooo…)

And finally, a front view, the new servo motor is visible with a long axle coming out of it. I’m waiting for the third IR sensor to arrive so I can hook it up to its own channel for the speed controller on the remote. Stabby’s head stalk will have full 90° movement left and right, and, will also be able to incline his head. I haven’t worked out that feature yet, but, it will happen!

Yeah… I know! he looks so cold all naked down to his bare chassis! But, I left the design similar enough, the side panels I already have made SHOULD snap right back on.

Alright, those are the updates for today, I’ll post a video tomorrow of his movement! Whatcha all think?

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 3 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

          “I don’t understand why I have to do what you want me to do when I don’t want to do it.” Jungkook huffed. “We’ve been through this already. I already went to school for business and hated it, but you told me you’d leave me alone if I graduated with that degree. Now you’ve been sticking me here and there to become CEO or something or other.”

           "Son, your mom and I just want you to have a stable and safe job.“

           "Yeah, but it’s not making me happy. Sitting down, staring at papers with a bunch of numbers, talking to people all day about money matters and such…it’s not me. I understand where you and mom are coming from…but I want to be and am a cop.”

           "Last one, Jungkook. Just go to this company, check it out, and try to actually do the work. Please. If it’s really not where you want to be, I’ll accept that, but I want you to try to get hands on experience. It’s different than learning in school, you might enjoy it.“

           Jungkook exhaled. "How is this different than any of the other companies you tried to stick me in?”

           "Well one of the CEOs in this company worked on the merger of our company with theirs, and from the Chairman’s grandson, CEO Min, I’ve heard that that same CEO has a bit of an edge, like you do. I figured you disliked all the upstanding CEOs I’ve had you meet before, so maybe you’d actually get along with this one.“ Jungkook’s father pleaded. "Please, just go meet them. I have a good feeling about this branch.”

           Jungkook shut his eyes, “Alright. But this is the last one. I’m only going to go meet the CEOs and check out the company. If I don’t like them, that’s it.”

           "Fine. But if you like them, please give it a shot. I just don’t want you to miss an opportunity because you misjudged the business world.“

           "You say ‘stable’ job…but look at where our company is.” Jungkook sighed.

           "It’s progress and advancement. A long term investment.“

           "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t send anyone unnecessary to accompany me. I’ll be there.” Jungkook huffed.


           The next day, however, he groaned as he found that his father had hired someone to take him to the building, regardless of his warning.

           "He never listens to me.“ Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he tightened his tie, and headed out of his apartment.

           When he stepped foot into the company building, he was surprised to find that he had arrived earlier than any of the workers.

           "Huh. Late start? Alright…not bad.” he hummed as he positioned himself inside an empty room that had a good view of the entrance into the office.

           He yawned as he glanced at his watch. He would wait an hour at most then tell his father that he had tried to make this company work, but he didn’t like it. Suddenly though, a familiar voice snapped his eyes up towards the little window of the door.


           "I swear Hoseok. If it’s a dude, they could care less about having a crappy bouquet of flowers!“ Jimin complained.

           "I like flowers!” Hoseok frowned. “The flowers are for me! Leave them alone! What did they do to you?”

           "I’m just saying, don’t be so uptight just cause some hotshot is coming to visit us. We are the Seoul branch, one of the best in the company. Just be natural cause then they might think we’re doing something illegal.“ Jimin explained.

           "The only thing illegal here is you, Jimin.” Hoseok wagged his finger.

           Jimin snorted. “What does that even mean? Am I illegal cause I’m just so damn handsome and attractive? Oh come on, Hoseok. Jealousy is unbecoming.”

           "Why, you little–“

           "Mr. Jung, Mr. Park. Good morning.”

           Jungkook choked on his water as you appeared behind the two.  

           "Y/N! My beautiful little intern!“ Jimin outstretched his arms welcomingly, but you walked around him nonchalantly.

           "Thank you, Mr. Park.”

           Hoseok cackled and stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who was pouting at your rejection of his affection.

           "Did my girlfriend say anything when you picked up coffee from her?“ Jimin jumped next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. "I made her breakfast this morning!”

           "Nothing out of the usual.“ You shrugged then paused, making Jimin perk up expectantly. "Oh she did say to make sure you behave today. But then again, when do you behave?”

           Jungkook chuckled at your comment and was amused at your natural interaction with the two. To think that you and Red Mask of all people would work at the same company branch, the same branch that was going to be his ticket to freedom from his parents’ constant nagging. He grinned as a brilliant plan formed inside his mind.

           Turning around to his father’s hired assistant, he beckoned him closer, “Come here, I’m going to give you very detailed instructions for my grand entrance.”


           And so, Jungkook found himself beaming happily at yours and Jimin’s stunned expressions as he stood before you two.

           "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all.“

           "You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jimin laughed. “Jungkook?! What?”

           Jungkook giggled. “Hyung!”

           "Jungkook!“ Jimin lunged at the younger man warmly.

           You, Hoseok, and Silver glanced at each other in confusion.

           "Oh, I know Jungkook from my other job.” Jimin winked at Hoseok, and that vague comment seemed to have turned a light bulb on in Hoseok and Silver’s minds because they both went, “Oh. Ohhhhh!”.

           All the while you remained puzzled at this mysterious connection that Jungkook, the cop, had to one of your bosses.

           "Okay, how about we step into our office and we can discuss your position and such?“ Jimin gestured towards the office door. "Y/N, come too.”

           Jungkook smiled shyly and bowed towards you. “Hello.”

           "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were following me.“ You chuckled.

           Jungkook blushed. "Wh-what…”

           You raised an eyebrow at his change of personality again. “I hope the 2 gallons of milk you carried home were sufficient for you.”

           "Oh.“ he laughed nervously. "Y-yeah. It was good.”

           You chuckled then spotted Jimin eye-ing the two of you with a creepy grin on his face.

           "Mr. Park, stop being creepy.“ You rolled your eyes and opened his office door.

           Jimin laughed. "Sorry, I just didn’t know you two knew each other.”

           "And I, you.“ You shrugged as you sat on top of Jimin’s desk whimsically.

           "How do you know each other?” Jimin urged. “Is he that one you’re –”

           "He’s the cop that told me I didn’t have any appeal.“ You answered bluntly.

           Jungkook choked on his own saliva at the comment, while Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

           "Him??” Jimin pointed then glanced at Jungkook. “He said WHAT?”          

           Jungkook looked away from Jimin sheepishly.

           After staring at Jungkook curiously for a few seconds, Jimin chuckled. “Alright then, I believe official introductions are in order. I’m CEO Park Jimin of the Seoul branch.”

           "I’m CEO Jung Hoseok.“ Hoseok smiled in his chair, while Jimin leaned against Hoseok’s table.

           "I’m their intern, Y/N.” You waved coolly from Jimin’s desk on the other side.

           Jungkook bowed and handed Jimin a folder. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Please take care of me.”

           "That goes to Y/N.“ Jimin pointed playfully.

           You rolled your eyes. "No it doesn’t, Mr. Park.”

           Jungkook stood awkwardly in the middle, unsure of whom to give the folder to.

           Hoseok sighed and outstretched his hand. “Sorry about that. I’m the more level headed one around here. I’ll take a look at your papers.”

           "Except when he’s hungry. He’s like the Hulk.“ Jimin whispered.

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Well you had decent grades in business school and graduated with a degree from a great university. Plus you’re the heir of a pretty well-known brand name company. I don’t see how we can turn you down.” Hoseok smiled as he sifted through the papers. “It says here that your father wants you to start at the intern level?”

           "Oh, well you see. When I graduated, I became a cop.“ Jungkook chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "He wants me to start from the fundamentals and give business a chance.”

           "I heard you gave other companies trouble, punk.“ Jimin cackled.

           "Well you know I’m a bit hard to tame.” Jungkook bantered.

           "Heyy.“ Jimin grinned and they bumped their fists together happily.

           Hoseok cleared his throat and glared at Jimin. "Well, I’m honored you chose our company to cooperate with.”  

           "As soon as I saw Jimin–uh sorry, Mr. Park– I knew it was a good company.“

           Jimin pushed Jungkook. "Oh stop… Keep complimenting me.”

           You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           "Please don’t feed his ego, Jungkook.“ You commented and you saw him flinch a little, as if he had forgotten you were in the room.

           "Anyways, since you’ll be an intern with us from now on, Y/N can show you the cubicle you two will be in. She’ll give you a little orientation and show you how to do some of the tasks she’s in charge of.” Hoseok instructed.

           Jungkook nodded as you hopped off Jimin’s desk.

           "I’ll tidy his cubicle up a bit then. Carry on.“


           As soon as you stepped out of the room, Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin caught his diffused tension and his mind began brewing with plots and plans for the two of you. He had found his new source of entertainment in his workplace.

           "Oh!” Jimin clapped his hands and pointed towards Hoseok. “Now that we’re alone, I can officially introduce you. This was my partner in crime back in the day, Black Mask J-Hope.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gasped. Suddenly, he rushed towards Hoseok and shook his hand fervently.

           "Oh my goodness! You’re one of the Masquerade legends!! The gentleman personas look up to you so much! No one knows about the woman who locked you down though so we’re all curious! I’m so happy to be working under both of you. This is such a dream come true! I’ve always wanted to meet the man who kept on par with Red Mask.“

           Hoseok fought back a smile, but to no avail. He scoffed lightly then ended up grinning widely. "Oh well, you know. He’s the one that had to keep up with me.”

           "No way, you graduated earlier than I did!“ Jimin complained.

           Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

           "Yes?” Jimin called out.

           "You done? We have a meeting to go to.“ Silver called out.

           "That’s his girlfriend.” Jimin elbowed Jungkook and winked. “And the only woman to have shared two legends at Masquerade.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe even more.

           "But sadly, she doesn’t dress as sexily anymore.“ Jimin sighed. "Such a shame.”

           Hoseok smacked him in the back of the head. “That’s my girlfriend. She doesn’t need to dress like that, since she’s beautiful regardless.”

           Jimin gagged at the comment as Hoseok opened the door. Jungkook smiled as he watched Hoseok ruffle Silver’s hair playfully.

           "So you and Y/N, huh?“ Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively.

           Jungkook turned red and waved his hands. "Oh no no. Definitely not.”

           Jimin smirked. “You know, my young grasshopper, when guys say someone has no appeal that usually means they were so appealing that the guy just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.”

           "She couldn’t act cute or anything! She argued with me about my judgment!“ Jungkook complained. "There’s no way.”

           "Maybe that’s what you’re into.“ Jimin winked. "Rule #7: Do you before you do them.”

           Jungkook blushed and recited softly, “Know your own kinks and how to get yourself off before you try to get off other people.”

           "Good boy.“ Jimin cooed and patted his head. "Now, make a left and you’ll see Y/N at the first cubicle. She’ll teach you a few things.”

           Jimin slapped Jungkook’s butt before exiting the room. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook smiled, “Good to be learning from you again, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin smirked and disappeared.


           You were standing on your wheelie chair, trying to put away old binders at the very top shelf when Jungkook stepped into view. You were bending down with your skirt and spotted him hurriedly turn around.

           You chuckled. “Was that appealing to you, Mr. Jeon?”

           "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ he muttered, averting his eyes upwards.

           You tried to step off the wheelchair, but it was a bit unsteady so you faltered. In no time though, Jungkook was in front of you, lifting you up by your waist with ease so that your feet were no longer touching the chair. You two blinked at each other in surprise. Very slowly, he put you back down on the ground then took three steps away from you.

           "Thanks.” You smiled nonchalantly.

           "No problem.“ Jungkook mumbled.

           "Okay, anyway. We have the largest cubicle in the office because it fits two people back to back. So here’s your space behind me. That’s your desktop. You’re welcome to decorate it with pictures of family, your pets, your girlfriend–”

           "I don’t have a girlfriend.“ Jungkook blurted out.

           You blinked, a bit flustered. "Oh, okay. Well um – well anyway, you can decorate however you want.”

           Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

           You coughed to regain your composure. “Things are pretty lax here. As you probably saw, we trickle in whenever we want as long as we get our work done and get our 40 hours a week. All workers here are split up under Mr. Jung and Mr. Park just for checking in and management purposes. Those under Mr. Park are held on very, very loose reigns so their schedules are flexible and he’s only concerned about the quality of their work and the positive results. Things such as time constraints and a constant schedule isn’t his priority. While those under Mr. Jung’s care usually do have to report to him if they are going to be working less hours a certain day and what they are projected to complete by a certain date. He likes to know things ahead of time so he can set realistic expectations and make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

           Jungkook smiled. “Which are you under?”

           "I’m under both.“ You chuckled. "I think you’ll be the same as well. I typically follow Mr. Jung in the mornings and Mr. Park in the afternoons. I’m not sure what their plans are for you just yet, seeing as how you were a bit…unexpected?”

           Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, this was unexpected for me too.”

           "Well, I look forward to working with you too.“ You extended your hand out.

           Jungkook stared at it widely. "Um, yeah. You too.”

           He shook your hand lightly.

           "You aren’t going to fracture my hand. You can grip it a bit tighter.“ You laughed.

           "Oh, right.” he laughed nervously and squeezed your hand.

           "Ow!“ You winced and he panicked.

           "I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I’m just kidding.”

           Jungkook exhaled. “You’re really something.”

           You grinned. “I enjoy learning, so people say I’m a walking encyclopedia at times, but since your comment, I’ve been trying to develop some charming points.”

           Jungkook glanced at you amused.

           "Still not working?“ You questioned.

           He scrunched his face playfully and shook his head.

           "Well, life’s a process.” You shrugged. “Let’s go get your ID for now. You need to scan that ID when you’re walking around the building. Don’t lose it, and don’t get caught not wearing it.”

           "By who?“

           "By Mr. Park. He likes to taunt workers who forget their IDs and he doesn’t help them get back in.”

           Jungkook snorted. “I could see that.”

           "Right here.“ You pointed, your arm crossing in front of his body. He froze where he was so your arm didn’t touch him. You looked at him curiously then stepped into the room first. "Good morning! I have a new intern here with me who needs an ID.”

           The woman behind the desk perked up when her eyes landed on Jungkook. She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well helloooo~ ” Then she rushed. “Hold on honey, I’m going to have to call you back, Adonis just stepped into my office.”

           Jungkook bowed shyly. The woman stood up and grabbed his shoulders aggressively.

           "Wow, muscular, tall, chiseled jaw…damn.“ she whispered. "You single?”

           "He says he has no girlfriend.“ You chimed in.

           Jungkook glared at you and you shrugged, enjoying his visible discomfort.

           "What’s your name, hot stuff?”

           "Jeon Jungkook.“

           "Like this?” The woman turned her desktop screen so he could check her spelling.

           "Yes.“

           "Okay, stand right over there behind the white screen and give me your most charming smile.” she instructed.

           "Um sure…“ Jungkook awkwardly walked over and posed stiffly.

           "Ooo boy, you could be a model or something. Damn, I want to print this on poster paper and hang it up in my office.”

           Jungkook laughed nervously.

           "You like?“ the woman showed him his new ID photo and he nodded.

           "Printing. You lookin’ for a girlfriend, Jungkook?” she questioned.

           "Uh no not at the moment.“ he answered timidly.

           "Well call me if you are. I’m available.” she winked.

           "Oh haha.“ Jungkook smiled wryly and stepped back a little.

           "Here’s your badge.”

           "Thank you.“

           "See ya later!” You waved, highly amused by what you had witnessed.

           "Stop by often, Jungkook!“

           Jungkook bowed and shuffled away, closer to you.

           "Most women here are looking for a little bit of action, so you’ll get a lot of that.” You stated. “Back in the day they pined after Mr. Park, but then his girlfriend came to surprise him one day and they all knew it was game over. But I guess you already know she’s very beautiful. Anyway, seeing as how you’re the first attractive single man we’ve had in awhile, they’ll be attacking you.”

           Jungkook perked up. “You think I’m attractive?”

           You ignored his question, trying not to look flustered by your slip of tongue, and continued walking, pointing out where places were in the building and in the office, until you both were finally back to your cubicle.

           "Well that’s it for the tour. You’ll get lost often, but don’t hesitate to ask me to lead you around.“ You smiled. "Now have a seat and I’ll show you how to log in to the system.”

           Jungkook nodded and sat in his wheelie chair. You hovered over his shoulder, leaning close to him, and he tensed up.

           "Silver, that’s the secretary and Mr. Jung’s girlfriend, already put your name in the system. So when you first come in, type in your username which is 'JeonJ’. Temp password is password1.“ You instructed.

           Jungkook felt himself inching away as much as he could from your proximity. You were too close and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. You misinterpreted his hesitancy though and moved behind him.

           "Here, let me show you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and started typing on the keyboard.

           He straightened up so that your chest wasn’t touching his back, but your face was still close to his. His heart was racing and he felt himself sweating instantaneously.

           Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping broke you two apart. Curiously, you both turned to find Jimin grinning widely in front of your cubicle.

           "I like what I’m seeing here. Good job making moves first, Y/N.“

           You rolled your eyes. "I’m helping him log in.”

           "Logging in is how everything starts.“ Jimin smirked wittily.

           "Oh dear.” You exhaled and turned to Jungkook. “Was he also like this in your other job?”

           "Yeah.“ Jungkook smiled, feeling refreshed now that you were a good distance from him.

           "Consistency is key.” Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok needs you Y/N, so I’ll take over his training for now.”

           "Sure thing.“ You nodded, grabbing the pile of papers on your desk and making your way to the office.


           When you disappeared, Jimin smacked Jungkook’s arm. "Why do you look like a mannequin with permanently glued terrified eyeballs? Your charisma is working even outside the Club! Rejoice!”

           Jungkook groaned. “I don’t want it to work outside of the Club.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Jungkook. What am I going to do with you?”

           "Just tell me how to do my work, hyung.“ Jungkook sighed grumpily.


           "Hey.” You tapped Jungkook’s shoulders since he had earphones in while he was entering data.

           He flinched and spun around, surprised. “Y-yes?”

           "Lunch time. Want me to show you the cafeteria?“

           "Oh. Yes, please.” Jungkook pulled out his earphones and put his desktop on sleep.

           "Some people go to the rooftop for lunch, but most stay in the canteen. I’ll show you both and you can choose whichever you prefer.“

           "Where do you usually eat?” Jungkook asked.

           "Mmm the rooftop if it’s not occupied.“ You chuckled.

           "Occupied?”

           "Well…you know…people use it to do things in between or during breaks.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook blushed. "Oh… have you…ever…”

           You glanced at him. “Do you want to?”

           "I didn’t mean us! I didn’t–“

           You chuckled. "I’m joking, Jungkook.”

           "Oh, right.“

           "Guess I still need to work on my humor. Maybe it’s cause I’m girl, it’s less funny.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked ahead.

           Jungkook chuckled as he followed you.


           That weekend, you grinned widely as you found yourself entering the cafe and luckily, there was no line. There was only one tall gentleman in front of you who was amiably conversing with the Receptionist. Probably another one of the regulars.

           "Oh, let me take your order. I didn’t even see you there!“ the Receptionist soon noticed you and beamed.

           The man stepped to the side politely and you came up to the cash register.

           "The usual weekend drink?” she grinned.

           "Yes please.“

           "How are you today, Y/N?”

           "Good.“

           "You’re not working today right?”

           "No, just up and about.“ You smiled.

           "Good. I know you work too much.” The Receptionist chuckled. “Will it be cash or card today?”

           "I’ll pay for her drink.“

           Suddenly, the man who was standing beside you extended his arm and handed the Receptionist her card. Your eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. Glancing to your side, you locked eyes with him.

           "Long time, no see, Y/N.”

           "Namjoon.“ You smiled.

           "You two know each other?” The Receptionist took his card and swiped it.

           "Oh wait! No, I can –“ You panicked, but Namjoon placed his hand on top of your head gently.

           "Don’t worry, Y/N. Think of it as a reunion gift.” he chuckled.

           You exhaled and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you’re here! Wait- why’re you here?”

           "I’m traveling around again, but I needed to check on a few things in the area, so I’m staying here for awhile.“

           The Receptionist grinned and handed him his card. "Here you go, Joon.”

           "Thanks.“ Then he turned to you with a warm smile. "If you’re not busy…do you want to grab a seat and catch up?”

           You perked up and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d like that.”

           "Great.“ he chuckled then gestured with his head. "Let’s go?”

           You giggled as you watched him lead the way to a free corner, bumping into tables and chairs clumsily on the way there.

           "Still don’t know your body too well, huh?“ You teased as he finally sat down by the window.

           "I’m working on it.” he grinned then leaned his cheek into his palm cutely. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t expect you to turn up here of all places.”

           You giggled. “I’m finishing up school here and I have an internship with a nearby company.”

           "Oh? Where?“

           "Just down the street.” You pointed to your clearly visible building with the company name at the top. “You’ve probably heard of it.”

           Namjoon chuckled, “A bit. I didn’t know they took interns.”

           You shrugged, “Me neither.”

           "Namjoon. Y/N. Order’s up!“

           Namjoon stood up hurriedly, knocking down his chair in the process. You laughed and waved your hand.

           "Please, stay seated for the good of this cafe.” You teased. “I’ll go get our orders.”

           "No, I can’t have a lady get the drinks. They should wait for the man to do it.“

           You smiled warmly, "Since when have I been a lady like that?”

           Namjoon chuckled as you hurried off to grab the drinks. Upon your return, you spotted that his attention had been drawn outside the window. His eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was already deep in thought; a look that you had seen many times before. And so, you quietly placed the drinks down and took a glance outside too, waiting for him to finish his process.

           "Oh sorry! I’m being rude.“ he flustered.

           You smiled and shook your head. "I’m used to it. I used to sit in silence with you all the time, remember?”

           He nodded. “Of course I remember. I enjoyed those moments. Do you still read often?”

           "Not since I started my internship. Unless you count textbooks…which I don’t.“ You hummed. "But I really would like to go back to it, once I adjust really well to my workload.”

           "There’s a really nice little hidden bookstore that I found the other day. I’ll show you it one day.“

           You blushed. "I’d like that. How long will you be in this place for?”

           "Hmm it depends on a few things. Now that I know you’re here too, I might stay a bit longer.“ he grinned.

           You smiled shyly.

           "You’ve definitely grown up, Y/N.”

           You could feel Namjoon’s lingering gaze on you, and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter at the feeling that he might be finding you attractive at the moment.

           "Well it’s been a few years since we last saw each other.“

           "That’s true. You’re working now and a university student. Wahhh…” he marveled. “In Seoul no less.”

           "How long exactly can you travel for? Have you been traveling this whole time?“ You chuckled. "Do you even work?”

           Namjoon laughed, “Well when I saw you, that was a spontaneous 2 week of PTO to get away, but now I’m travelling around for longer before I settle into a really big job.”  

            “Congratulations.” You grinned. “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be fantastic at it.”

           "You flatter me.“ Namjoon took a sip to hide his smile, but you knew better. You knew his face read that he was grateful and shy about your compliment.

           But what you weren’t sure about, what you were never sure about was how long he would be in front of you. So you decided to seize the moment.

           "Want to come take a look at my apartment?” You questioned nonchalantly. “I can cook dinner for us.”

           His eyes widened, probably not expecting that invitation in the least. “I wouldn’t be intruding?”

           You laughed, “I live by myself. You wouldn’t be.”

           "Anybody you should ask permission to first?“

           "If that’s your way of asking if I have a boyfriend, my answer is that I don’t have one.” You smiled.

           "Good.“ Namjoon genuinely smiled and you found yourself melting at the way he looked so happy to hear that you were single. But you had to pop your own bubble to bring yourself back to reality. This didn’t mean he liked you in any way, shape, or form.

           "You still don’t drive right?” You giggled when he immediately looked sheepish. “For the good of the nation?”

           "Yeah, I still don’t drive…“

           "Good. I brought my car so I’ll drive you around.” You grinned.

           "Oh? You even drive now. Wahhh…you’ve become a grown woman, Y/N. I’m impressed.“

           "I’ve always been a mature woman, Kim Namjoon.” You flirtatiously smirked as you stood up.

           "I’ll be in your care today then Y/N.“ he bowed playfully and followed you out.

           In the car, you let Namjoon chat away while you drove. He put on his music and talked about which ones he liked and which ones he didn’t. He discussed places he had been to since you had last seen each other, and what books he had been reading lately. He also had taken up learning a few languages in his leisure.

           As always, Namjoon was someone you aspired to be. Intelligent, constantly curious, constantly improving and evolving, constantly seeing the world as a bundle of opportunity for learning experiences. Something more than a place to live, to make money, to build relationships.

           No, he didn’t just merely exist in the realm of society, carried off by the crowd. He walked in every possible direction on the sidewalk to figure out why it was that people naturally created two lanes. Why did it have to be veer to your right if you’re walking in one direction? What would happen if someone defied that standard? How would people react?

           He lived. He was the living embodiment of someone who worked hard to live and actually lived.

           While many worked to live, most spent their time pushing living their lives to that concept of "later”. You’ve heard countless people say “I’ll save that money for that trip I want to go to, later.”; “Later in my life, I’ll be more free so that I can use my money how I want to.”, etc. But what many failed to understand is that this “later” they always continued to refer to, wasn’t a destination, it wasn’t even a real time; it is a perpetually elusive concept, because when “later” comes, it isn’t “later” at that point in time, it has already become “the now”, “the present”, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes “the past”. This construct of “later”, it only exists in our mindsets; it is a place holder of a millisecond of time that gives us something to work towards. But if not clearly defined by the constraints of month, date, and year, it disappears into the abyss, never to come to fruition.

           Namjoon seized the moments. If he wanted to go some place to see how the sky looked in that location, he would hop on a train that weekend and go see it. With him, the possibilities of life were endless. The only thing constricting and containing us inside a box is ourselves, our fear of taking risks, our fear of being disappointed. But if we took each hit in stride, taking it as if it was an experience that happened for a reason, then those expectations and fears would dissipate. If you expect to learn and experience things each morning, no matter what shape or form they took, you would never feel disappointed in your life.

           That was Namjoon. Deep, philosophical, unique. With a beautiful mind that opened your eyes to the wonders of the world. It made you feel small yet so empowered at the same time.

           "Y/N. What’re you thinking about?“ his deep voice reverberated in your mind and sent chills down your spine, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           "Sorry.” You smiled shyly. “Just how coincidental it was that we bumped into each other…and how I missed hearing about your thoughts.”

           He grinned brightly. “You’re still as candid as ever.”

           "No point in being anything else but.“ You shrugged.

           "I like that about you though.” he complimented.

           You blushed.

           "And I don’t think it was coincidental.“ he hummed. "I think something like this was the work of fate.”

           And just like that, you were pulled back into his gravity, like you had been so many years ago.


           You shyly allowed Namjoon to step into your apartment, silently praising yourself for cleaning up the night before, just because. Was that fate as well? You shook your head before you fell deeper into your thoughts again.

           "Are you craving anything?“

           "I eat whatever.” Namjoon shrugged.

           "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll start cooking.“

           "You sure you don’t need my help?” He followed you into the kitchen and gently touched your waist. “I can at least wash the ingredients without breaking them.”

           You giggled to cover up how strongly your heart was hammering in your chest at his light touch. “Alright then. It’s a big task, but I’m entrusting it to you.”

           "Yes, ma'am.“ Namjoon grinned.


           "So…Jungkook is actually rich too…the heir of a BIG company…and he is now YOUR intern?” The Receptionist gawked at Jimin.

           "Yeah. Exactly.“

           "And Jungkook knows Y/N too because he pulled her over and bumped into her a couple of times around town?” The Receptionist stared at her boyfriend. “And also…”

           "Also?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow.

           She shook her head, "No, never mind. It’s just crazy how connected everyone is.”

           "Everyone?“

           "It’s nothing.” she smiled.

           "Oh come on! Stop keeping all the secrets! I won’t tell anyone!“

           She rolled her eyes. "No. We’ve been through this. You always tell Hoseok who then tells Silver and then at that point, I’m breaking my contract of keeping privacy. I’m not losing my job just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

           "But Hoseok isn’t just anyone!“ Jimin complained.

           "Exactly why I’m just keeping my mouth shut. Now go do dishes! I have to get ready for my Burlesque performance.”

           "Come home with your costume again.“ Jimin smirked then kissed her on cheek as he took the dishes away from the table.

           "I’ll just surprise you with what I come home wearing.” she winked. “Or not wearing.”

           Jimin chuckled, “Oh goodness. Keep talking like that and you won’t make it to your show tonight.”

           "Why? Have I been a…bad girl?“ She smirked as she hugged him from behind while he started washing the dishes.

           Jimin splashed soapy water on her face playfully. "Go get ready for your show. I’ll deal with your antics later tonight.”

           "You’re no fun.“ She teased.

           "You won’t be saying that later.” Jimin cocked an eyebrow up.

           "We’ll see ~“ his girlfriend hummed as she disappeared into their bedroom.


           "Thanks for the meal. Wahh…” Namjoon clapped. “That was fantastic.”

           You grinned, watching him with admiration. “Probably cause you lack culinary skills and have to eat out all that time.”

           Namjoon huffed. “Not everyone can be perfect. I’m good at a lot of other things. Other than cooking and driving…I’m eclectic!”

           "And walking apparently.“ You teased.

           "Well, that…things just get in my way.” he chuckled.

           You giggled then paused. “Did you just say you were eclectic?”

           Namjoon blinked. “Yeah?”

           "Stay still for a sec.“ You leaned over the table and pulled down his shirt to stare at his collar bones and neck.

           "Um Y/N…what’re you doing?”

           Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m so dumb.”

           "What?“

           You laughed, "Can I ask you something?”

           "Sure. If you stop staring at my neck…“ Namjoon tilted his head.

           You pulled your hand away and sat back down. "Have you heard of Club Masquerade?”

           "Yeah.“

           You smiled and bluntly asked, "Are you Mon?”

           There was a few minutes of silence as the two of you stared at each other. He was probably trying to figure out how you had come to that conclusion, while you were waiting for him to reply.

           "And if I say I am?“ he finally stated.

           You chuckled, "It seems you’ve met your only client in person.”

           Namjoon blinked then gasped, finally recognizing your voice from the Club.

           "I thought your voice was just familiar because we’ve known each other.“ he covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh…wow.”

           You two awkwardly looked around the apartment.

           "So…“ you started. "I do have to commend you on your um…prowess in that area.”

           Namjoon coughed, “Thanks.”

           "What were you doing there though?“ You questioned.

           "I was dropping off trials of a new product for the Club. It’s a chip that can be installed into the host’s masks to alter their voices. I actually used it on you…so how did you figure out…” he scratched his head.

           "Your neck moles.“ You blushed, hoping he didn’t find you creepy. "Plus your voice was similar the very first time I met you…you probably didn’t implant the chip when we first met right? Plus you didn’t alter your voice too much the second time.”

           "Well, I didn’t want you thinking I was a completely different person.“ Namjoon chuckled. "Wow. This is crazy. You’ve always been sharp.”

           You grinned. “Well I guess I’m glad it was you.”

           Namjoon glanced your way and you two locked eyes. He smiled.

           "I’m glad it was you too.“

           You two ended up catching up the rest of the day. You told him about your university and any stories of back home that you could recall. He showed you pictures on his phone of his travels and where he would like to go next. It wasn’t until the sun set and you two were covered in the dim darkness of the room that you two realized how late it was.

           "Oh wow. It’s this late now, huh?” Namjoon exhaled.

           "Stay over.“ You blurted out in the darkness.

           You could feel his warmth beside you on the couch. Progressively, your bodies had been inching closer and closer as the conversation continued, until your shoulders were touching.

           "Sure.” he answered lightly. “If you don’t mind me.”

           "I don’t mind at all.“ You smiled. "Let me go turn on the light.”

           "Sure. Be careful.“

           "Oh…before I do.” Your heart was beating wildly. The thought had been pestering you since Namjoon had confirmed that he was Mon. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spill your idea, but the sheer shame of him rejecting it created fear inside you.

           "What’s on your mind?“ Namjoon reached out, trying to feel out for your face.

           When he found it, your hand covered his warmly.

           "Can you…teach me?” You finally stated.

           "Teach you what?“

           "How to be good…in um…bed…and romance…dating in general.” You mumbled, but in the silence, it felt like you were screaming.

           "What?“

           "Cause I’d really like to learn! And well, I think logically, hands-on experience is usually best so…” You swallowed worriedly.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand cup your cheek and slowly, you felt yourself being pulled forward until your lips finally made contact with his. Your body was electrified and he kissed you fervently, enough to take your breath away.

           When you were younger, you had envisioned kissing Namjoon countless of times, but reality defied all your daydreams. His lips were soft and plush, gentle and rough alternatively. And the fact that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t staring at your ceiling or your pillows like before, but at the man himself, made it all the more fantastic. The kissing grew to be more heated, so much so that you were now pushed down on your back on your couch. Namjoon was hovering over you, never disconnecting your lips. Not until, he finally answered you with his breath ghosting over your ignited face.

           "I’ll teach you.“  


           When the new week rolled by, you returned to work and found yourself spending time training Jungkook for most of the days. It was definitely nice having company in your cubicle and splitting the work between each other. Things got done faster, plus once he got into a rhythm with his paperwork, he would hum a tune angelically. It was a nice change of pace to the silence you were always in. And soon, you brought in your own earphones too.

           "Um uh…” Jungkook hesitated as he stood behind you, trying to figure out how to get your attention. He stiffly and cautiously moved his index finger closer to your shoulder then immediately pulled back before he could touch you. With a deep breath, he tried his other hand but he still couldn’t bring himself to tap your shoulder.

           "Y/N. Jungkook!“ Jimin appeared and Jungkook immediately stumbled away from you, flustered.

           Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and you pulled your earphones out curiously.

           "Yes, Mr. Park?”

           "We’re staying overtime today so can you two pick up coffees from the cafe for me, Silver, and Hoseok. Oh, and get yourselves something too.“ Jimin handed you his card. "Oh and grab some pastries and take out while you’re out.”

           "Sure thing.“ You grabbed the card then turned to Jungkook who was still pinned to the counter nervously. "You okay?”

           He nodded. “Y-yeah…”

           "Have fun!“ Jimin winked and disappeared.

           "Did you drive or did your father’s men drive you?”

           "I drove, but I don’t want to take my car out…it’s in one of those tiny spots. It was a pain to park.“ he huffed.

           You laughed and threw him your car keys. Reflexively, he caught it with one hand, which impressed you.

           "You drive my car then. I’m feeling a bit sleepy so it’d be unsafe. Plus you know all about traffic laws and such, who knows if you’ll arrest me for speeding while I’m in the car with you.” You rambled.

           Jungkook snorted. “I’m off duty.”

           "Still a cop.“ You shrugged. "Let’s go.”

           You two hopped into your car and drove to the cafe down the street.

           "So is your unit okay with you working a different job all of a sudden?“ You questioned. You had been curious about Jungkook for awhile now since his whole situation was unique. You often wondered how he ended up being a cop when he was a company’s heir. It seemed illogical.

           "Yeah, it’s happened often since my dad’s been trying to pressure me to get into business. Plus everyone knows my background at the police academy. Everyone needs to go through a scrutinizing background check before being accepted. Can’t have past criminals being the police force.” He replied.

           "And why did you want to be a cop instead of inheriting the company?“

           "Mm…no offense, but I don’t find an office job very exciting. I’m someone who’s very physical and likes moving my body. I love doing extreme sports and challenging myself physically. It’s what excites me, and I don’t want to be bound to a desk, staring at numbers for more than half my day. It’s my life so I want to do something that makes me happy. Something that makes me enjoy waking up early and staying up at night. Being a cop is that for me.”

           You smiled at him warmly and he stepped away, a bit creeped out.

           "What? Why’re you smiling like that?“

           "No. I just didn’t think you had a sentimental and deep side.” You shrugged.

           He rolled his eyes. “You need to get over that ticket I gave you.”

           "I’m over the ticket, but your harsh words, I will probably never get over.“

           Jungkook sighed.

           "I heard you two are working together now.” The Receptionist handed them their orders. “Must be nice. I wish I worked with my close friends.”

           "You could always join the company, Noona. I’m sure hyung can pull some strings.“ Jungkook grinned.

           "No thanks. I already have one desk job, I don’t need another one.”

           "See, you understand me Noona.“

           "Oh Y/N. Joon’s over there reading if you wanted to go say hi.” The Receptionist pointed out.

           Immediately, you perked up and turned around. Sure enough, Namjoon was sitting by the window, calmly reading a book with a serious expression. Hurriedly, you scurried over to him and tapped his shoulder.

           "Oppa.“

           Namjoon glanced up and grinned widely, exposing his dimples. "Y/N.”

           He studied your outfit curiously. “You look pretty. Are you working?”

           You blushed and nodded. “Yeah.”

           Jungkook appeared beside you.

           "Oh Namjoon, this is the other intern Jungkook. Jungkook, Namjoon. He’s a family friend.“

           Jungkook bowed. "Nice to meet you. And you have really strong looking thighs.”

           You and Namjoon blinked then giggled at his comment. Jungkook blushed shyly.

           "Thanks Jungkook. You’re pretty built yourself.“

           Jungkook smiled.


           "And so they’ve met in real life now too.” the Receptionist hummed as she watched the scene in front of her. “Mon, Nochu, and the client they’re sharing. Mon knows the client from the past. Nochu and the client work together, but Nochu doesn’t know Mon is Mon. Do Nochu and Mon know each other? Does the client know their identities? I wonder…”

           She grinned widely to herself.

           "Ahh this is so exciting! I can’t believe this is happening. It’s mind blowing! Too bad I can’t tell Jimin.“


           You watched in awe as Jungkook threw his arm behind your chair to reverse out of the parking spot. His dress shirt pressed against his defined chest and his face was handsomely concentrated.

           "So that guy is just your family friend?” he questioned once he got back on the road, pulling you out of your stare.

           "Uh yea.“

           "Like what you’re seeing?” Jungkook smirked. “You were staring at me before.”

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Just focus on driving. You’re so weird.”

           "I’m weird? You couldn’t appeal against the ticket by acting cute but when you approached this Namjoon guy you were full of cuteness and flirty-ness.“

           "Was I?” You blinked.

           "You didn’t know? Your voice got all high pitched like a dolphin shriek.“ Jungkook mimicked you. "And you were batting your eyes like you had something in them.”

           You huffed. “I was not!”

           He snorted. “Oh please. Like you could see yourself. Take my word for it. Your crush on him is so obvious.”

           "It was an old crush. I haven’t seen him in years.“ You stared out your window.

           "Well you could use this time to rekindle that flame.” Jungkook teased.

           "Sadly, there was no flame in the past to rekindle.“

           "Well, starting fresh is always good too.”

           You eyed Jungkook. “You haven’t dated a lot either, have you?”

           Jungkook tensed, “Wh-what? Of course I have! I mean look at me! I’m handsome!”

           "Nope, guess you haven’t.“ You shrugged.  

           "I’ve had plenty of girlfriends for your information. Girls lined up at my locker back in school and my whole desk was always filled with gifts. I’d have dates lined up every day of the week.”

           You stared at him skeptically. “Then why do you freak out whenever I touch you?”

           "I do not–“

           You covered his hand with yours. Hurriedly, he swerved to the side of the road in panic.

           "Don’t DO that!”

           "Do you have a phobia of girls? Or is it just me?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "Neither! I’m fine!” Jungkook bellowed.

           "But I’ve seen you pin yourself against the wall when a female employee walks by you, and duck your head down when females approach the cubicle to ask me questions. Tell me what your problem is.“

           "I don’t have a problem! I know women like the back of my hand. I can get someone off in less than 5 minutes.”

           You stared at him intently.

           "What?“ He furrowed his brows.

            "You know, I’ve been wondering this for some time…”

           "Hm?“

           "If I say, 'Nochu’…what do you think?”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and his eyeballs whizzed around anxiously. “Wh-what?”

           "Let me ask you straightly then. Are you Nochu?“

           Jungkook’s eyes threatened to fall out of its sockets as he stared at you in shock. "Why…?”

           You exhaled, seeing that his answer confirmed your suspicions, and opened the front compartment of your car. You took out your signature mask and pulled it over your face, observing the way his face contorted to one of horror and astonishment when you did.

           "Cause we know each other a lot better than we thought.“

           Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt hurriedly. "Excuse me. I have to go run away from you and probably jump into the deepest hole on Earth.”

           You grabbed his shirt to pull him back into his seat, and leaned your face close to his.

           "I have a proposition for you, Nochu.“

           He winced at the nickname being used without his mask present.

           "What’s the proposition?” he exhaled.

           "I want to learn about dating. That Namjoon guy, right now we’re in some kind of mentor-student relationship, but for some reason, I want him to take me seriously and actually consider dating me. Since you’re having an awkward time around girls without the mask, and I never know how to properly appeal and flirt with guys, we can help each other. What do you think? It’s beneficial for both parties, don’t you think?“

           "Are you suggesting a merger with mutual benefits and co-ownership?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

           "Yes. Shall we create a contract?“ You smirked, going along with his banter.

           "I’ll…I’ll think about it. It’s a bit overwhelming to find out someone I work with…well I’ve done things with you…”

           You released your grip on him and chuckled. “It doesn’t bother me since it’s your job, and I was curious myself. It was a good transaction.”

            “Wait…you knew it was me…so does that mean you like me?” Jungkook blinked at you curiously.

           You glanced back at him blankly, “Well other than whatever I’m feeling for Namjoon, I can’t say that I’m exactly sure what it means to like someone…but I figured you fascinated me from the beginning.”

           You two stared at each other intently.

           "Well, I don’t know if you’ll be a cure to my nerves, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try.“ Jungkook exhaled. "It’s getting a bit embarrassing that I can work my way around a woman in bed, but not in any other way.”

           You smiled and patted his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together, Nochu.”

           Jungkook glared at you, “Don’t call me that outside of the Club.”

           You grinned teasingly. “But it’s okay if we’re alone right?”

           Jungkook rolled his eyes and started the car again. “I can’t believe I agreed to pretend date you.”

           "Think of it as a beneficial learning experience! A training module of sorts.“

           He shook his head and merged back on the road.

           "Just don’t go falling in love with me.” You chuckled.

           "As if.“ Jungkook rolled his eyes.  


           Later that day, Jungkook changed into his host outfit and snugly pulled his gold mask over his face. For some reason, your proposition made his heart feel lighter. The fact that you accepted his strange behaviors around women, and the fact that you too struggled with similar issues; he felt like a burden had been lifted from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the solution to his problems, but it definitely was better than doing nothing. Spending time with a female might ease his anxiety around others, and besides, other than the Receptionist, you were the only other woman he talked to frequently. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Although he felt himself heat up, remembering that it was you who had given him his first blowjob ever.

           "Oh my god.” he crouched down and covered his face, embarrassed.

           "Oh! Mon!“

           Jungkook’s head whipped up at the sound of that name. This Mon had eluded him every single time. The man who had taken one of his clients away from him, he wanted to see exactly what he looked like with his own eyes. Jungkook rushed from the back towards the Receptionist’s desk. Panting, he finally came face to face with a tall, lean man in a deep purple mask.

           Okay, he was attractive.

           But his presence irked him the more he thought about how he had to share one of his customers with this mysterious person, who incidentally got perks and benefits for no reason. He felt like his title as the Golden Host and as one of the best hosts in the Club was being threatened.

           "Does your mask have this chip now?” the Receptionist questioned.

           "Mhm.“ Mon grinned.

           "Yah.” Jungkook curtly spoke, garnering attention from both of them. “Are you Mon?”

           "Nochu…“ the Receptionist frowned.

           "Yes, I am. How can I help you?” Mon stood up straighter and spoke refinedly.

           Jungkook faltered a little, but kept his proud stance.

           "Who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like you own the place? You think you can just take and give customers as you please? You’re not even on the roster or anything. What gives you the right to take being a host so lightly?“

           Mon chuckled and glanced at the Receptionist, then back at Nochu, "Kid, I do own this place.”

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PART 4 

Redraw-TYITW

So one of my first drawings that I did when I got my tablet was a fanfic fanart pic for the lovely story “To You I Thee Wed” by megamegaturtle @miraculousturtle here on tumblr. 

Since I did the original picture I have had a lot of time to get the hang of digital drawing and with the amazing update we just got I thought it would be a fun redraw challenge! So…. here is my updated “story cover” ^_^

I tried to keep it in the similar style to my original drawing (In general my style has gone more traditional than anime so this was a double challenge!) 

Here is a side by side with the original for comparison 

Yeah… I’ve gotten a lot better… LOL

Attention ONS fandom

The time for spoilers is once again approaching. (I don’t know exactly when, please don’t ask) Please remember to not repost the spoiler pictures unless given the okay by the original poster. (Which I’m sure won’t happen, but who knows) They have made it very clear and will likely continue to make it known they don’t allow reposting. And they do find these things out, so it’s better to respect their wishes and remain better safe than sorry so they continue posting. Thanks guys!

Ten Art Journal Prompts to Improve Your Creativity.

These journal prompts are designed to train your creative ability. Art is a holistic study with several components. Each of these journal prompts isolates one of those components and explores its contributions to creative development.

1) Cut a photo out of a magazine and paste it on one side of your journal. On the other side, replicate the picture. (can be stylised) then, using sharpie or other bold marker, alter the original picture so it better looks like your drawing. This prompt highlights differences between reality and the way you interpret it.

2) String together nonsense words so that they roll perfectly off the tongue. Think ‘incoherent poetry’. Pay attention to syllables and rhyme. This prompt focuses on what language sounds like rather than what it communicates.

3) Dip various objects in paint and lay them across the page. Elastic bands, erasers, paper clips, combs, etc. This prompt experiments with texture and the effect of mixed media.

4) Draw a self portrait (from a mirror or photograph), and then choose a feature on your face. Draw another portrait from a different angle or with a different expression over top of the original that uses the original drawing of that feature. Can be done with animals if you’re not good at drawing people. This prompt highlights angle, pose, and position.

5) On black paper, use white pencil or pastel to draw something using only highlights. Paste this into your journal. On the opposite white page, draw the same thing using only shadows. This prompt pays attention to contrast and light source.

6) Create a list of the colours you assign to letters, numbers, musical notes, and people. Draw a few of these things in the colours you’ve listed. This prompt draws connections between how something looks and how something feels.

7) Swipe wet paint across the bottom of the page, turn the book and let the paint drip down the page. When it dries, create an image using the lines created by the drips. For example, the lines could be flower stems, could support words or letters, could be fence posts or tree trunks or telephone poles. This prompt asks you to incorporate an obstacle into your work.

8) Create a drawing using a felt-tip pen. Then, using water and a small paint brush, smear the lines of your drawing so that the shading becomes more like water-color. This prompt transforms the original media and requires pre-planning.

9) Using acrylic, paint something using only vertical lines. All forms in this painting must be suggested only by colour, as no outlines are permitted. This prompt teaches the importance colour when representing a form.

10) Cut words out of an old dictionary and paste them into your journal. Then, devise ways in which those words may be used that are not listed in the dictionary. Verbs are easiest. For example, the word 'stumble’ might be used to describe paper fluttering in the wind, or puffins in flight, despite not being defined in the dictionary that way. Write your new sentences beside the words.

To break in my new journal, I will be doing all of these prompts this week. If you do them, tag them 'artjournalprompts’ and I’ll reblog your work!

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 2 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Originally posted by tahyns

          “Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Jimin and Hoseok?” Silver leaned against your cubicle.

           "They told me not to tell you.“ You confessed.

           "So they’re on the rooftop eating. Got it.” Silver snorted. “Well, I have to head out for a bit to deliver some papers. When they get back, tell them that I just got word from one of the Directors that they’re sending someone to take a look at our building.”

           "Someone?“

           "They didn’t specify who but just that he was ‘very important’.” Silver sighed. “When I tried to press further, they said they would rather keep his identity anonymous for the time being.”

           "Sounds pretty classified.“ You hummed.

           "Seriously. It must be someone pretty important. But anyway, let those two know. He’s coming in a couple of days. They need a heads up to get their act together.”

           "Will do.“ You continued typing your documents.


           A few minutes later, you spotted the two sneaking back into the office after taking their early lunch break so you waltzed towards them. They flinched, afraid you were Silver catching them in the act.

           "She knows where you were. But she said to tell you that the Directors are sending someone to take a look at our building.” You recited. “We don’t know who it is, but they deemed he was 'very important’ and would like to keep his identity anonymous in the meanwhile.”

           "Okay…“ Jimin raised an eyebrow. "So…do we have to do anything differently? We can’t exactly prepare if we don’t know who it is?”

           "Well we should at least tidy up our office. They’re most likely to go in there if it’s someone the higher ups sent over.“ Hoseok stated. "Plus we really should keep it clean. Papers are piling up.”

           "True.“ Jimin sighed. "But there’s a level of cleanliness that’s just too uptight. I can’t live like that.”

           Hoseok rubbed his temples. “Jimin, I can’t find ANYTHING around your desk anymore! Just because you don’t have anyone to impress here doesn’t mean you can just not care!”

           Jimin snickered, “You got me. My desk doesn’t need to be clean because it’s not used for fun anymore.”

           You tilted your head in confusion.

           "Don’t mind him, Y/N.“ Hoseok smiled warmly. "Thanks for passing along the message.”

           You bowed and turned to return to your cubicle, puzzled. What did Mr. Park mean by his desk won’t be used for fun?

           "Oh, Y/N. Come to my office for a sec.“ Jimin called before you took a few steps away.

           "It’s my office too.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "You stay out here. I need to ask her something important.“ Jimin ordered.

           "What? You can’t lock me out of my own office!”

           "Watch me.“ Jimin cackled as he pushed you inside and latched the door.

           "Jimin!” Hoseok hissed.

           "What did you need to ask me, Mr. Park?“ You questioned.

           He peered at you skeptically, and you stared at him curiously in return.

           "Are you seeing someone?” he bluntly asked.

           "Mmm not exactly.“ You admitted.

           "Y/N.” Jimin shook his head and sighed. “This is when women should act coy and shy that their boss figured them out.”

           "But I don’t see the purpose of that when you’ll just continue to hold me hostage in this room until I give you an answer.“

           "True.” Jimin sighed.

           "But why did you feel the need to ask me this?“

           "Oh. No reason. You just seemed to be glowing a bit, so I figured you got some action.” Jimin chuckled.

           "There are such powers to see that?“ You were in awe.

           "Well…umm…I guess you could say it’s an observation skill I’ve picked up.” Jimin hummed.

           "From?“

           "It’s not important.” Jimin opened the door. “Well good luck with your documents, Y/N. You’re looking very lovely today.”

           "Um…thanks, Mr. Park… I guess.“

           You walked out skeptically, and a bit weirded out, while Hoseok entered the room, giving Jimin a scolding glare.


           "She what???” Jungkook bellowed and his fellow police unit members looked over to him talking on his phone.

           "Sorry.“ He mouthed to the others and then stepped outside to continue his conversation. "That girl wanted to what?”

           "Well since you abandoned her yesterday–“

           "I didn’t abandon anyone. I just got held up at work!” Jungkook complained.

           "Same thing to customers.“ The Receptionist bluntly interjected. "Anyways, I had to get someone to cover for you and it seems that she liked him, so she wants to split the hour between you and the substitute.”

           "Who the hell is this substitute? I’m the only Aggressor we have right now that’s taking customers!“

           "Mmm let’s just say he’s a bit flexible with his persona.” The Receptionist chuckled. “He goes by the name of Mon.”

           Jungkook snorted. “Mon. What kind of name is that?”

           "Says someone whose host name is Nochu.“

           "Hey! Nochu is cool!”

           "Uhuh. Yes, sure.“

           Jungkook grumbled. "Well, if he’s just a substitute and I don’t know who he is. Then he’s not a real host so you can’t split the time.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “That’s the thing…”

           "What?“

           "He can split the time with you.”

           "What???!“ Jungkook yelled. "Why? Now she’s going to think less of me!”

           "Well just make those 30 minutes count. I’m sure someone of your high caliber can. Or am I wrong?“ The Receptionist smoothed.

           Jungkook coughed and straightened up. "Well it’s not like I can’t. I’d just have preferred more time to demonstrate my abilities.”

           "Well it is what it is, Jungkook.“

           "This sucks.” Jungkook exhaled. “She’s the first person that doubted my skills and I’m already getting demoted.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “Hey, don’t forget. The Red Mask also had to share a customer, once upon a time. And also Rule #6, my little Kooks.”

           Jungkook exhaled, “Rule #6: Think it before you sink it.”

           "That’s right. And what does it mean?“

           Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Every move has to be calculated and precise. You have a limited time with the customers, so everything has to be efficient to get the maximum pleasure.” He recited half-heartedly.

           "Good.“

           "Alright, well thanks for the heads up.” Jungkook stated. “Someone’s texting me so I’ll see you later.”

           "See ya, Nochu.“

           Jungkook glanced at his phone curiously.


           "Oppa?” Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder. “Is that your boy toy?”

           You blinked and sent your text. “I deserve some privacy, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin grinned cutely, trying to quell your annoyance. “My bad, Y/N. You just looked so concentrated.”

           "Did you need something, Mr. Park?“

           "Yeah, I need to use your phone to make a call to one of the higher ups.”

           "Oh?“ you chuckled as you gestured towards it. "Why?”

           "I’m hoping I’ll be able to work my charms to figure out who’s coming. If it’s the Inspection Department, we’ll need to be prepared.“ Jimin explained.

           "Good luck.” You stated amused. “I don’t know if your charms are that far-reaching.”

           Jimin huffed as he grabbed the phone.


           You took a deep breath and adjusted your dress before heading into Club Masquerade, donning your winged black mask. You still had many questions about the place and frankly, you were also questioning yourself about why you were returning. As intelligent as you were, love, relationships, and intimacy were things that still baffled you. There was no sense of control in them, no way to prepare yourself…or was there? Deep inside, you hoped that you would find some answers in this Club. Or at least you’d hope to find experiences that would help you learn about yourself and this realm of romance. There seemed to be some sort of code you weren’t aware of that most people followed.

           "Welcome Dark Angel!“ the Receptionist greeted happily.

           "Dark…Angel?” You raised an eyebrow.

           She giggled. “I thought of a nickname for you cause of your mask. If I didn’t, I might accidentally call you by your name and I don’t think either of us want that.”

           You chuckled. “I like it.”

           "Well, Nochu is in a session right now. But he’ll be with you once it ends. I’ll take you to the room you were in last time.“

           "And Mon?” You questioned curiously. “Was he okay with splitting the time?”

           The Receptionist smiled. “He was pretty happy. He’s a usually not on the host market, but for you, he’s decided to make a limited time offer.”

           She winked at you and you found yourself shyly smiling to yourself. It made you feel special hearing that he made arrangements just for you.

           "Here’s the room and the buzzer is in there. We used to hand it to customers…but then we had a case of customers 'breaking’ the buzzers so they wouldn’t get interrupted.“ She chuckled to herself at the memory. "So we’ve attached buzzers in all the room walls, which I activate when the sessions start. And if that doesn’t work, I have to go in and extract people.”

           "What a tough job…“ You muttered and she laughed.

           "It’s definitely interesting.” The Receptionist shrugged and then glanced at her watch. “Well, he should be in, in a minute or two so sit tight, and have fun ~”

           "…thanks.“ You answered, not sure how to respond to her chipper yet suggestive tone. It also made you a little conscious that she had access to the rooms to watch, but then again, that was the last thing on your mind when you had encountered Mon before.

           You found yourself lying down inside the pillow fort comfortably once again, wondering what Nochu was going to be like. Work had been long so you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.           

           You must’ve been out deeply for a few minutes before you were jolted awake by someone pressing their lips on the sensitive part of your neck. You gasped and sat up, quickly noticing that you had company now.

           Nochu.

           You couldn’t forget his intricately designed gold mask and strong build from your first encounter.

           He smirked playfully as you touched your neck, where the sensation of lips still lingered.

           "I wasn’t ready!” You complained.

           He chuckled, “You paid for the session, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I started the service on time.”

           You eyed him. “Well, it’s this room’s fault. It promotes napping more than anything else.”

           "You think so?“ he hummed as he shifted towards you.

           Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply as he climbed over you, trapping you under his large body. You had to prop yourself up on your elbows to prevent yourself from falling back into the sea of pillows.

           "Tell me then if you can sleep during our session.” he chuckled as he lined his lips down your jaw.

           Your heart raced at the feeling and you gulped, already sensing how dangerous Nochu was going to be.

           "Still sleepy?“ he whispered as he trailed down onto your throat.

            "A bit.” You tried to maintain your cool.

           "Then maybe you should lie down.“ He pushed you down roughly so that you were completely lying down. "Let me wake you up completely.”

           "Anything goes.“ You stated seriously.

           He stared at your surprised. "Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

           "Well, let’s just say I won’t know what I prefer until I’ve tried it.“

           Nochu chuckled. "Then that’s great for me…and most definitely for you.”

           He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Because I have a lot to show you.”

           You gulped as you felt him grab your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning them near your head. Then surprisingly, he leaned down and captured your lips in his.

           Your entire being was set on fire by the intensity with which he was pressing down onto you. Like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were his only source of food. You reciprocated, not wanting to lose the battle for dominance, not wanting to be completely taken over. But it only served to make him more eager. He bit your bottom lip, which melted you momentarily, enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

           You squeezed his hands, wanting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t let you.

           "What was that about not being good enough?“ he stopped kissing you and spoke, his breathing fanning across your face. "I hardly even touched you and you already want me closer.”

           You glared at him and hooked your leg around his, causing him to lose leverage. In one sweep, you rolled over, pushing him onto his back this time.

           He released your hands in surprise and you grabbed his collar.

           "Like I said, you’re arrogant and I’m unimpressed.“ You hissed.

           Quickly, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a rough kiss. His hands, now free, began roaming down your body. He slid his hand across your stomach teasingly then cupped your breasts, all while he continued to expertly kiss you. You were on all fours on top of him, trying to keep your arms and legs from giving out and pressing your body on top of his.

           "You know, a lady shouldn’t straddle in a dress, unless she’s expecting something.” he chuckled as he massaged your boobs.

           "Well, should I not be expecting the best from one of the best?“ You taunted.

           "I’m just afraid you won’t be able to handle the best.” he smugly grinned.

           "Why don’t you try me?“ You challenged.

           "Well then,” one of his hands slid down to caress your ass then down to the back of your thighs. “Why don’t you try staying in this position for as long as you can? It seems you’re already a bit… shaky with need.”

           You huffed. “You seem to have bad eyesight.”

           "Keep up then.“

           You caught him smirk a little before he slid down further underneath you.

           It all happened so quickly. One of his hands pulled down your dress at the front, your bra with it, and he latched his mouth around your nipple. Simultaneously, the hand on the back of your thigh slid up to push your skirt higher, exposing your panties. He rubbed your ass gently while he sucked on your nipple. You threw your head back at the jolt of pleasure that tingled throughout your body. Then his finger found your center and your arms almost gave way.

           "Not wet enough.” he hummed. “I’ll have to change that.”

           He rubbed your clit through your underwear in circles lightly and you immediately felt heat rushing downwards. The double sensation was intense and novel. You had never experienced it before, so your heart raced and your mind was pounding. You would never admit it out loud, but he was really as skilled as he claimed to be.

           You moaned as you felt yourself dampen, the juices heightening the sensation of his strokes as he quickened his pace.

           Your vocalization of pleasure seemed to encourage him and he became rougher, licking circles around your breast more fervently. You began panting as your body began to feel a greater need, for more friction, more of…something. As if reading your thoughts, he slipped his hand into your panties and inserted his finger into your hole.

           "Fuck, so tight.“ he hissed.

           You cringed a little at the new feeling, but he stilled his finger to let you get used to it. Once you relaxed, he began pushing deeper into you with his digit. Your eyes rolled back.

           "Oh my go–” you breathed.

           But he began moving his finger in and out of you, and your mind blanked out. Soon enough, you felt your hips bucking forward to meet his finger shamefully. You heard him chuckle smugly and that brought you back to your senses.

           "Stop.“ You stated.

           "What? Why?” He pulled his finger out of you and slid back up to see your face. “Tired of staying up like that?”

           You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face for some reason.

           "No.“ You glared at him.

           "Then why’d you stop me?” he stared at you with lidded eyes and sucked his finger clean.

           You blushed at the sight, but you were also a bit more turned on that he had tasted you so willingly.

           "I want to suck you off.“ You blurted out.

           His eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of his hesitation, you climbed down and began unbuttoning his pants. Hurriedly, his hands grabbed yours.

           "Whoa, whoa. What??” he bellowed.

           "I can’t?“ You pouted cutely and blinked at him.

           "Well, no. I mean– yea, no…maybe…”

           "I’m sure you’ve had this done often. I’ve never done it…“ You confessed. "So…you can teach me.”

           He stared at you for a long few minutes. “I mean umm…”

           "You don’t want me to?“ You frowned and looked up at him from where you were, dangerously close to his cock.

           "Um…alright then. Since you’ve never done it before…if that’s what you want to do during the session…” he stated, a bit unsure. “Are you sure about this?”

           "Yes.“ You stated firmly. "I’d like to get it over with.”

           "Oh wow…thanks.“ he rolled his eyes.

           You struggled to pull his pants down so he stood up to expose himself easier. Your eyes widened as he stood there, half naked in front of you. When he threw his pants and boxers to the side and caught you gawking, he smirked.

           "Like what you see?” he cocked his eyebrow up flirtatiously.

           You glared at him. “Alright, come here then.”

           "Whoa, no.“ he shook his head. "That’s too aggressive. It sounds like you’re about the bite my dick off.”

           "Probably for the best to make you shut up about your skills.“ You argued.

           "Says the one who was moaning a few minutes ago? Mhm.” he retorted.

           You blushed.

           He walked away from the pillow fort to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall.

           "Come here and get on your knees.“ he commanded.

           You obeyed and studied his hard cock in front of you curiously.

           "What? First time you’ve seen a dick or something?” he snickered.

           "No, shut up. It was dark the first few times I had sex, so I didn’t really take a good look.“ You huffed.

           "You had sex in the dark your first few times?” he cackled. “Damn that’s kinky.”

           You glared up at him.

           "Or did your boyfriend at the time have a small penis so he wanted to hide it in the dark?“

           "You suck.”

           "No, you’re gonna suck.“ he teased.

           You shook your head. "That wasn’t even a good one.”

           "Whatever. Do you want to learn or not?“

           "Fine.” You huffed and without warning, covered his entire length with your mouth.

           "Oh fuck, shit.“ he hissed breathlessly as his hand flew to the back of your head.

           "Hm?” you hummed questioningly with him still inside your mouth.

           "Shit no. Don’t do that. Gah, dammit that felt good.“

           You raised an eyebrow. He was sending you mixed signals. Maybe cursing was a good sign in the bedroom. You bobbed your head back and forth, wondering if this was really all there was to it.

           "Round out your lips a bit. Make sure your teeth don’t touch. Cause that shit hurts.” he breathed, his hand guiding your head deeper into him.

           You hummed to show you understood, but the vibrations caused him to throw his head back and grip your hair tighter.

           "Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.“ He panted.

           Immediately, you flicked your tongue and traced up his length.

           "Yes, fuck. Just like that.” he praised and it made more heat pool down in your lower stomach. “Try that at the tip.”

           You pulled back and licked the tip of his cock. He winced and melted into the wall.

           "What do I do with this?“ You poked his sack curiously.

           "Um…just massage it.” he answered.

           You gently gripped it and he sighed pleasurably. Feeling a bit more confident, you licked his tip then hollowed your cheeks to take him in again.

           "Dammit. You’re good already.“ he hissed.

           You smirked, enjoying the way he looked weak because of you. His smug grin was no longer painted on his face. It really was your first time, but what could you say? You were a quick learner.

           He pulled your hair back so that you were unlatched from his cock.

           "Stand up. Now.” he ordered.

           You weren’t sure why, but your body obeyed immediately.

           As soon as you stood, you were slammed against the wall and kissed intensely. Tongues were tangled hungrily and you took the chance to run your hands through his hair, because it just felt right to do so.

           "Legs up.“ he whispered as he kissed your neck.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped so that your legs were around his hips. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew what was coming.

           Easily, he carried you with one arm on your back. With the other hand, he pulled your panties to the side. He lined his dick in front of your entrance and with a glance towards you, pushed in slowly.

           You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his, as you both sighed into the feeling.

           "Ready?” he breathed.

           You nodded, your words stuck in your throat. He pushed in deeper then slightly pulled back and pushed in again. You moaned. All your senses were heightened.

           This room was in fact dangerous, because of who was using it. You figured out why such a room was Nochu’s go-to for first time clients. It lulled customers into a false sense of comfort and consequentially, it magnified his aggressiveness and skills. Not to mention, it was a creative way to create the mood, having the canopy hovering over the pillows as the only source of dim lighting.

           He grunted as he pushed into you quicker. Both of you were panting, and you were impressed that he was able to hold you up this long. You lunged forward and began peppering his neck with kisses, wanting to do something for him too, as a reward for carrying your weight. He groaned and you continually sucked at that piece of skin, knowing that it must be his sensitive spot.

           Suddenly, you two flinched when an obnoxious buzzing echoed around the room.

           "Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He cursed, irritated.

           Closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself, he pulled out of you and set you down. You were as equally annoyed and disappointed initially, but then you remembered that Mon would be coming after.

           You fixed your clothes a bit while he slipped back into his pants.

           "Guess 30 minutes wasn’t enough for you to finish me. It might be hard for you to break the record.”

           "Shut up.“ he huffed. "It’s cause you wanted to suck my dick and it threw the whole flow off.”

           "Oh?“ you smirked. "Didn’t sound like you minded too much though.”

           He blushed a little. “I-I was just trying to be a good teacher!”

           You chuckled. “Well you were. Thank you.”

           He smiled. “Then I’ll see you at our next appointment?”

           "Most definitely.“ You nodded. You were definitely certain that you were going to learn a lot about yourself from this Golden mask.

           "Well then.” he bowed and slipped out of the room.


           "Oh my little Nochu. Getting his first blowjob.“ The Receptionist cooed and lightly clapped when Nochu visited her desk afterwards, clearly frustrated.

           "Why the hell were you watching, Noona?” he frowned.

           "Well you were a bit nervous about it so I wanted to root for you.“

           "What a weird way to cheer me on.” He glanced at her, amused as he sat on her desk “And don’t ever tell any of the guys that was my first BJ. They won’t let me live it down.”

           "Well it’s your fault for always jumping to put the pin in the hole.“

           Jungkook snorted at the analogy. "Not that anyone’s offered to do it to me before today.”

           "Well, you could just order them to do it.“ she grinned. "That’s kind of hott, in my opinion.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook smirked as he grabbed a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Hey, hey, Rule #8.” The Receptionist scolded. “'Clean before you lean’.”

           "Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure to clean before my next session. I have a few minutes until then.“ he huffed as he glanced at the clock.

           "Then why’re you out here? You could finish yourself.” she raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the apparent problem straining his pants.

           "Wanna help, noona?“ he smirked.

           Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head.

           "Rule #1, you brat.”

           Nochu perked up excitedly, recognizing the voice, and whipped around. “Hyung!”

           Jimin grinned widely.

           Jungkook stood up, easily towering over his hyung, and looked over Jimin’s head playfully. “Hyung, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”

           "Yah!“ Jimin shoved him, irritated. "I came here to see how you were doing and this is what I get.”

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Rule #1 is what, you little, annoying prodigy?“

           "Don’t touch the Receptionist or make any advances. She’s off limits.” Jungkook shook his head. “I was just joking though.”

           "Yeah, but your package is not.“ Jimin pointed down to the evident bulge emerging from his prodigy’s pants. "Didn’t get to finish, huh?”

           "Don’t give him that, Chims. Or should I tell him about the time where J-Hope had to finish–“

           Jimin clamped his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. "That’s enough, my love. I’ll punish you when you get home if you say anymore.”

           "Oh please.“ she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "We all know who does the punishing in the end.”

           Jimin blushed as Jungkook grinned widely at their banter.

           "Serious couple goals.“ he gave them a thumbs up.

           "Is Mon here yet?” Jimin glanced around. “I’ve heard about the guy back in my day, but he’s elusive.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “He should be here already.”

           "Well, pull up his monitor then.“ Jungkook and Jimin scurried around and placed themselves in front of the screen, but it was black.

           "Sorry, no can do, boys.”

           "What? Why?“ the two whined.

           All she did was give them a sly smile, but said nothing else.


           In the meanwhile, you paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down from your previous encounter before Mon arrived. Nochu was definitely quite a whirlwind.

           However, you immediately perked up when the door opened.

           "Hi.” Mon smiled warmly.

           "Hi.“ You smoothed your dressed.

           "You look pretty.” he complimented as he made his way to you.

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He reached out and swiped his thumb across your lip. "Must’ve been a good time. Your lips are swollen.” Then he caressed your cheek. “And you’re flushed.”

           Your heart raced at his subtly sweet actions.

           "Did you get to finish?“ he whispered.

           You shook your head, your words failing you since you were so entranced by the deep purple mask he was wearing this time. It had hints of black and gold throughout, and a pattern of music notes at the edges. It was beautiful.

           "Did you make this?” You reached out to trace the details.

           He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad with crafts. I end up breaking the materials. So my friend made it for me, but I designed it.”

           "It’s nice.“

           He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is beautiful too. I’ve always had a fascination with wings.”

           You beamed. “Me too.”

           "Well, let me finish you.“ he stated, as if it was a light, nonchalant matter. "Then it seems you have more questions for me.”

           "Could you tell?“

           He laughed, "A little.”

           "How…how will you…you know…“ You didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.

           But Mon seemed to understand you regardless, because he leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you exactly how you like it.”

           Hearing the pet name made you shiver with excitement and even more so when you processed his entire statement. You looked at him, a bit alarmed. How did he know how you would like it? But you didn’t get to ask because he kissed you gently, erasing the question from your mind.

           "Can you take off your underwear for me?“ he requested.

           You were surprised. "Uhh… sure.”

           He giggled. “I have a habit of ripping them off, and seeing as how you’re probably unprepared for that, it’s better if you do it this time.”

           You laughed. “Bring a second pair just in case next time. Noted.”

           You turned around consciously and shimmied out of your panties. But Mon clung onto your waist from behind and began peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet kisses, as if sensing your shyness. You let your damp underwear drop to the ground, and covered his hands with yours as you reveled in his cherishing lips.

           "Come here.“ he grabbed your hand and led you back to the pillows. "Lie down.”

           You nodded and settled into the pillows.

           "Relax, baby.“ he cooed as he rubbed your arms gently. "I got you.”

           You smiled.

           Mon kissed you sweetly then bit at your lip hungrily, changing the atmosphere in a fraction of a second. Your heart lurched forward at the aggressive action and then his lips were gone. Your eyes flew open when you felt him spreading your legs. You glanced down, making eye contact with him briefly before he licked your dripping core. Your body bucked up, burning with the unsatisfied need that Nochu had left. He tongued your clit a few times, making you dizzy then pushed his tongue inside you, causing you to gasp. He did that a few more times, pushing in and out, then once inside you, he swirled his tongue around your hole.

           Gripping tightly onto the pillows, your body tensed at the pleasurable feeling that shot through you. Seeing your positive reaction, Mon continued his motion. Soon enough, your hips were bucking up into his face crazily. You were a bit ashamed that you had no control of your body at this point, but you remembered his advice that this was something that felt better if you stopped thinking. And he was right.

           You wanted more, needed more.

           "More.“ You exhaled.

           "Wait a bit, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.” he hummed against you. Then sure enough, he stuck two of his fingers into you and while he sucked your clit.

           You yelled and arched your body. Fuck, it felt overwhelmingly fantastic to be finally filled up once again.

           "You’re doing great, baby girl. Keep yelling beautifully for me.“

           "Oh my god, oh my god.” You breathed as his pace quickened and his tongue wildly licked you clean.

           "Let it go, baby. Just let it go.“ he hummed as he curled his finger, hitting your sweet spot.

           You grabbed a pillow to muffle your scream as your hips began to rock wildly. After a few more skillful hits to your g-spot, you finally reached you climax.

           Mon grinned happily as you melted into the pillows. Maybe this was also another purpose of this puzzling room. Someone who had been completely fucked out would probably prefer lying down in this comfort afterwards.

           "I’ll be back.” Mon chuckled. “I’ll clean you up a little. And I think the break room has a few extra pairs of flimsy underwear…since yours might be uncomfortably damp to wear again.”

           You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Mon smoothed your dress down to cover you before he waddled to the door cutely.

           A minute later, he returned with a warm cloth and an extra pair of underwear.

           "I can clean myself.“ You suggested, but he pulled the cloth away from your reach.

           "I told you I’d take care of you.” he furrowed his brows scoldingly.

           You chuckled and laid back down, letting him wipe you down. You reflected on how awkward it was to be in such a place, but you didn’t regret anything at all. In fact, you felt like you had taken a little step forward towards figuring yourself out. The “appeal” that had been an elusive concept to you before was definitely more apparent in these hosts. It was intriguing.

           Mon struggled to pull your panties through your legs so you sat up and did it yourself with a light laugh.

           "Thank you.“ You smiled.

           "No problem. So question time?” Mon grinned.

           "If that’s okay…did you want me to…“ You looked down between his legs.

           He blushed and waved his hands. "It’s okay! I’m good. Let’s answer your questions.”

           "Well okay…so you would say people in general have different types of appeal right?“ You started, crossing your legs comfortably. He had seen everything anyway so there was no point being prim and proper in front of him when wearing a dress. Mon chuckled as he folded his legs too, listening to you intently. "And the Club here sort of magnifies that appeal and categorizes them.”

           "Yes, that’s essentially the gist.“ Mon nodded.

           "What other types are there? Nochu, I heard was something called an Aggressor, which seems self-explanatory.” You chuckled.

           Mon grinned. “Well our most popular types are the Aggressors and Gentleman personas. But there are definitely others who specialize in more specific types of hosting. Their names are generally pretty self-explanatory too…cause it’s easier for first timers to understand that and choose their hosts accordingly.

           So we have the Aggressors, which you’ve experienced. They’re the ones who are aggressive, more forward, and more experimental. I truly respect those in the category because they have to be good at a lot of different things and creative in their approaches.

           Then we have the Gentlemen hosts, who are the sweet love makers. They try to emulate the feeling of having sex for the first time or as most people would refer to it, 'love making’. They’re more empathetic and are good at connecting to their clients, since they need to know exactly what will make each individual comfortable. This is also a difficult persona to be because, since they are so connected to the clients, sometimes the clients will fall for them or vice versa…and it doesn’t always end well. Also, they can’t let their animalistic sides come out during sessions either.”

           "Wow…I guess it isn’t all fun and games…“ You blinked. You hadn’t thought much about the consequences of being bound by one category.

           Mon smiled. "Then we have the Consolers, who specialize in helping those who are in unrequited love or break ups and are seeking physical contact. Wow, I can’t even begin to praise these hosts. They deal with the most delicate of human emotions and give people comfort in their most fragile state. It could be in the form of rebound sex or maybe just simple cuddles, a crying shoulder, someone to vent to. Sometimes they are even requested to be wedding or specific function dates, if need be. They are the only hosts that can be exported. When they are, there’s a higher charge for the client and a higher pay for the host. So it’s a plus for them.

           Then we have the Intellects, which really just serve to keep people company and tickle their minds. They serve people who are looking for more of an intellectual connection in someone. People who like to have discussions and debates, etc. They’re the ones you see using the tables most of the time and having tea with customers. But they also specialize in education of sexual activity. So if someone was looking to learn a new move or two, we would refer the clients to them. I know the other hosts also like to converse with them about certain power plays, to see if it would be good or not.”

           You giggled at the image.

           "Then we have the Foreplayers. Like the name implies, they’re all about foreplay and are ONLY for foreplay. They specialize in role plays and other techniques, but they never actually get to enact in having sex with their clients. Surprisingly, they do have a large clientele. You’d think most people would want to be able to go at it after having foreplay.“

           You looked at Mon, amused.

           "But yeah, some cases the client splits time between a Foreplayer host and another type so they could finish afterwards. Most of the time though, I think their clients like the thrill of being turned on and are satisfied with just that.” he shrugged.

           "And then?“

           "And then what?” Mon blinked.

           "Well,“ you scooted closer to him. "which category would you fall under?”

           He grinned widely, exposing those adorable dimples once again. “Let’s just say I belong to the last category.”

           "Which category is that?“

           "The Eclectics.” he beamed.

           "The Eclectics?“

           "Yes.” he chuckled as he tilted your chin up suavely. “You could say we specialize in all of the above.”


           "Ugh. I hate this. We don’t have any snacks around here!“ Hoseok whined.

           "Well, I told you to eat breakfast, but you would rather sleep in.” Silver retorted angrily.

           Hoseok clutched his stomach and pouted at his girlfriend cutely. “I’m hungerrrrr.”

           "Don’t try to act cute to me. I made you a perfectly fantastic breakfast and you just let me eat on my own.“ she turned away from him.

           "Ooo that’s cold, Hobi. That’s real cold.” Jimin shook his head. “Your loving girlfriend, who can actually cook, made you breakfast and you DENIED it.”

           "Shut the fuck up, Jimin.“ Hoseok hissed.

           Everyone knew Hoseok was scariest when he was hungry, so all the workers knew to stay clear of him. Luckily, you came prepared for times like this.

           "Here, Mr. Jung.” you handed him a granola bar. “You can have this to munch on. We have an hour or two until lunch time so it should hold you over.”

           He immediately brightened up and swiped the bar from your grip. Jimin patted your shoulder gratefully while Hoseok scarfed the bar down.

           "Y/N, why don’t you take a trip down to the grocery store?“ Silver waved a list in her hand. "We need a few things around here, especially because the secret VIP is coming tomorrow.”

           "Any luck with the higher ups?“ You glanced at Jimin, amused.

           "No.” he huffed. “They said to just get my act together. It didn’t matter who it was.”

           You chuckled.

           "They’re right though.“ Hoseok pointed. "If we do things differently, they’ll expect that. We’re working efficiently so other than housekeeping, we should function the same.”

           "Well, it won’t hurt for Silver to dress more seductively again…“ Jimin then glanced over at you. "And you too, Y/N. Need me to give you a make-over?”

           "No thanks.“ You replied flatly, grabbing the list from Silver. "I’ll take the trip to the store now before the lunch rush.”

           "Thanks a bunch.“ Silver grinned. "Oh, and pick up some more snacks for Hobi here.”

           "Will do.“ You bowed.


           "Alright let’s see. Some vases and flowers.” You hummed as you pushed the cart forward while reading the list. “Some fluffier toilet paper…Mr. Park…”

           You rolled your eyes at the different handwriting at the very bottom of the list.

           "Well, let’s get some anyway…the toilet paper there is kind of rough. Oh, but first, let’s get some milk for the morning cereal.“ You spotted that the dairy aisle was in front of you so you turned your cart.

           But you froze when you noticed a familiar figure in the same aisle, in deep contemplation in front of the milk. You raised an eyebrow and slowly made your way towards him.

           "Do you need to buy milk for your unit too?” You teased and he jumped back in surprise.

           He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Oh…Y/N. H-hi.”

           You looked him up and down. He was in sweats and a white t-shirt today.

           "Off duty?“

           "No, just undercover.” he snorted, sarcastically.

           You glared at him. “Well move over, you’re blocking the milk.”

           You pushed him to the side playfully. He took two large steps away from you as soon as your hand made contact with him. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your hand. There was nothing on them so why was he acting like you had the plague?

           "Why’re you so far?“

           "W-well, you’re just…to let you get your milk in peace.” he stammered.

           "Well now it looks like you’re stalking me from over there.“ you pointed out.

           He chuckled nervously. "No, I’m fine from here.”

           "What’re you talking about? What milk do you want? I’ll get it for you.“

           "No, it’s fine! I’ll just come back for it later. I’ll just go to some other aisle first!” he rushed.

           "Wait, what? No. Just get your damn milk.“ You ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

           "L-let go of me! I’ll arrest you!” he claimed.

           "You’re off duty and it’s not a crime.“

           "It-it’s a crime of harassment! I’ll report you!” he flailed frantically.

           "Calm down Officer Jeon. I’m holding your wrist, not giving you a hug.“ You rolled your eyes. "It was disrespectful of me to move you out of the way when you were choosing your milk first so please, take your turn before me.”

           You dragged him back to the fridge of milk and stood beside him. He was abnormally tense and his eyes remained wide as he stared at the glass.

           "Is it really that hard to make a decision?“ You questioned.

           "No!” he retorted and flung open the door aggressively, hitting your head with it in the process.

           He panicked as you winced and rubbed your forehead. “I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I can report you for this, you know.”

           "I-uh-it was an accident! You rushed me so –“

           "Well why don’t you appeal to me then?” You smirked playfully. “Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”

           Jungkook blinked then turned away shyly, mumbling. “I said I was sorry already, sheesh.”

           It was your turn to be surprised. You had expected him to come back with some sort of snarky comment or an excuse or even a witty comeback as an appeal. Not be shy, timid, and apologetic.

           "Why’re you here? You don’t even have a cart.“ You asked, changing the subject.

           "I ran out of milk.” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t live far from the store so yeah.”

           "Is milk really that important?“

           "I love milk.” he stated seriously, like you had just offended him.

           "Okay…“ You looked around awkwardly, and he did too.

           "I’ll just get these.” he hurriedly grabbed two large jugs of milk – one regular and one chocolate. “Bye!”

           Then he scurried away, lugging the two heavy items by hand.

           You watched him, completely amused. What had just happened?

           "What an interesting guy.“ You shook your head as you went to grab the type of milk that was on the list.


           Jungkook ran out of the store frantically, catching his breath. He looked behind him to make sure you weren’t following him, then exhaled deeply. He shivered. He went around this time to the grocery store because there weren’t many people. What were the odds that he’d run into someone he knew, much less a woman?

           "I hope I wasn’t too awkward.” he mumbled. “I think I handled that coolly.”

           He lifted the milk jugs up. “I even carried these like a man. I’m sure she’ll think I’m awesome.”


           The very next day, everyone was bustling around excitedly at work. It was the day where the VIP was going to make his visit so all of the workers were wearing their best suits and dresses. Their hair was combed and done nicely, and everyone’s desks were spotless and organized. Mr. Park and Mr. Jung had their hair combed over with a little bit of gel and for once, both had their suit tops on. Mr. Park even threw on his favorite pair of non-prescription glasses just for good measure. You also slipped out of your flats and into proper heels when the time of arrival approached.

           When the clock struck on the hour, everyone stared at the door expectantly. Everyone in the office had placed bets on who it would be, so stakes were high. Suddenly, a small, chubby man stepped into the office and Mr. Jung and Mr. Park’s faces fell visibly.

           "Oh it’s just you…“ Jimin frowned.

           Hoseok elbowed him.

           The man coughed, glaring at Jimin. "I have accompanied the very important guest today. He was here a few minutes earlier and took a peek inside.”

           "Did he? I didn’t see anyone.“ Jimin blinked.

           "But I have good news!” the man beamed.

           "Good news?“ Jimin blinked. "What?”

           "Well, the very important person visiting us today is more than enthusiastic to meet you all. He wanted me to tell you all that 'he looks forward to working with you’.“

           "Working with us?”

          “Yes, he has found your building most worthy of his presence and has agreed to stay for awhile.”

          Jimin and Hoseok glanced at each other, puzzled.

         "Um…well I think that’s up to us isn’t it? Plus we haven’t even gotten to give him a tour. And no one’s told us that we were going to get another worker.“

         "He says he has seen enough to know that this is a worthy place to be in.”

        “We can’t let someone we haven’t even seen or talked to, start working with us so easily.” Hoseok frowned. “That’s not how we work here.”

        “Well, frankly, Mr. Jung and Mr. Park, he is the son of someone at the top. Strictly speaking, you can’t refuse.” The man pointed out. “Consider this an honor. He has never stayed in one place for too long, much less taken initiative himself in choosing to stay. So he must’ve really seen something he liked.”

        “Sounds like a pain.” Jimin snorted, earning an elbow for Hoseok. “Unless…”

         You glared at your boss as he eyed you creepily and with a wide grin. “You can’t be suggesting some stranger has taken a liking to me and decided to work here. That’s far-fetched, Mr. Park.”

          “Maybe…orrr maybe not.” Jimin shrugged innocently.

          “Mr. Park. Can you please stop?” Hoseok hissed.

          Jimin retreated obediently. “Sorry.”  

         "He feels confident that you’ll agree to keep him on the team once you meet.“

         "Well then, let’s meet him.” Jimin gestured. “Where is this VIP you’re hyping up so much? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”  

         "Well, you should probably be familiar with his history, Mr. Park. You worked on earning a merger with his father’s large company when you worked with Mr. Min and the new female CEO when you worked in Daegu.“

          Jimin’s eyes widened. "What? Apparently, that merger company’s Chairman wants his son to be a CEO, but then the son disappeared for awhile. I’ve heard rumors of him here and there. Why in the world would he suddenly pop up and want to stay here?”

          The man simply smiled and pushed open the entrance door, bowing deeply. The four of you glanced at each other, amused by the antics of this secretive man. But all your smiles soon fade. Yours and Jimin’s eyes widened immensely when the person finally entered the room.

          “Oh…my god…” Jimin gasped, while your jaw slackened; you were speechless.

           With a huge smirk planted on his face and with a suave tug at his fitted suit top, he stood confidently before everyone.

           "Hello, I’m that very important person.“ His eyes twinkled mischievously as it landed on you and Jimin. "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all." 

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PART 3 

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Malcolm’s hand and face say WTF? but his words are pretty much the most reasonable you’ll ever hear from this version of Mr Tucker.

But to no avail!  Because Jamie’s Law is simple: If you promise him there WILL be blood, then there had better be more than just some fucking blood!

(There’s also a culturally specific joke I could make here about how Sir Jonathan was really looking forward to There Will Be Tits until he realized far too late that it was about entirely the wrong sort of birds.  But as you can see, I’m valiantly resisting the urge…)

Winx Alternative Cannon: Transformations

I’ve been considering an Alternate take on Winx Club cannon lately, rewatching the show and working on some alterations as a frame work for a alternative telling of the show, not quite a full blown AU, but just some slight differences, like the fandom approved ability for Fairies to access any transformation they’ve acquired rather than being stuck using the latest one they ‘earned.’

And Speaking of the Fairy Transformations: lets talk about them in the Alternative Canon.

Please note the Alternative Canon is more than just: they can swap between transformations they already have whenever they want, some of the requirements, properties and meanings are different and also require universal alterations.

I’ve also been thinking of making a side blog just for my Winx stuff but I don’t know if it would be worth it. All I’ve really got is the head cannons for the AltCan Winx Club, and the Astr'ix AU that started off as a AltCan Original Transformation….

Where was I? Oh right!

…How do I put things 'under the cut?’ cause this a long ass post and I’m so sorry for putting it all over your Dash.

Lets start with the first fairy form:

The 4Kids dub referred to it (and fairy magic as a whole) as Winx, Rai called it Charmix. In AC universe there is no name for it, as the most basic for of fairy, all fairies will achieve this form, so it is typically just referred to as 'fairy transformation.’

In some circles it is (jokingly) nicknamed Basix, these circles are typically multi-formed fairies. E.g. the Winx Club by season seven.

The basic most form of a fairy, the only requirement is to be a 'fairy’ and connect with your power.
The resulting costume is a combination of a fairy’s personal style, and the manifestation of their magic.

Enchantix:

The second (and typically last) form fairies gain, Enchantix is achieved not through the act of sacrifice, but that single instant of clarity when a fairy realises how far she is prepared to go to protect or save others. Though this does typically happen in a moment of actual risk, thus beginning the rumour a fairy had to sacrifice herself for a person from their planet.

Part of the manifestation of this Will to Protect is Fairy Dust, the manifestation of a fairy’s magic and their desire to help people, it enables a fairy to dispel dark magic, and in some cases, heal people.

The Enchantix also grants fairies the ability to miniaturise.

Charmix:

At Alfea, many fairies gain their Charmix before their Enchantix, leading to some confusion on the proper progression of transformations. The Charmix is earned by facing yourself and recognising your own weaknesses, accepting yourself and your preparation to change.

The Charmix boosts a Fairies powers when in use and (passively) also allows a fairy to 'collect’ transformations and use them at will, rather than being stuck using only the latest transformation a fairy has acquired. (This ability has led to the transformation being called 'A Fairy’s favourite type of Charm Bracelet.’)

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These three are some of the only fairy forms that require personal reflection, understanding and/or growth, this is also why they have the most deviation in appearance between fairies.

Most other forms are created for specific purposes and tend to be both gifted and some what uniform in appearance.

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Speedix, Tracix, Zoomix:

Another Alfea speciality, the 'Three Wings of Clariel’ are gifts given to students of Alfea who have earned both their Enchantix, their Charmix and proven themselves to be potential Guardian Fairies. The Three Wings can, once obtained, be used from any fairy form. They grant the fairy the power to fly faster than any other known wings, to see recent events or past moments of intense emotional impact, and to teleport. The exact range of teleportation differs between fairies but the Zoomix allows instantaneous transport between two worlds, only the more powerful fairies can transport from one end of the known universe to the other in one shot.

The Wings were crafted by Clariel, one of the Founding Fairies of Alfea.

(Alternative Cannon Backstory required:

The wizards of the Black Circle are Fairy Hunters, who rip the wings off of Fairies to steal their powers for themselves. They managed to figure out how to nullify the effects Fairy magic had against them, and so, managed to terrorise the magical universe, until the Earth Fairies figured out how to combat their nullification spell, by altering the fabric of their own magic just enough to get around it. Realising the danger, and unable to create a patch for the spell, the Black Circle waged war on the Earth Fairies, culminating in both sides being imprisoned in time dilation fields.)

Believix:

Believix is the manifestation of the Earth Fairy ability that allows them to over come the Black Circles 'immunity’ to Fairy Magic, it is gained by receiving the Blessing of an Earth Fairy. The Winx Club received their Blessing by accident when Earth’s Fairy Princess Roxy placed her trust in the Winx Club.

Roxy herself cannot obtain a Believix form because the Believix power already exists with in her, regardless of the transformation she wears. This is why Roxy’s basic fairy form and the Winx Club’s Believix forms bear a resemblance, in addition to the Believix form taking some of its style cues from Roxy’s 'fairy style.’

Lovix/Sophix:

The Lovix and the Sophix are gifts from the Earth Fairies Aurora and Diana, and so contain a trace of Believix, which is why the three outfits appear to be variations of each other.

The Lovix protects the user from freezing temperatures, natural or otherwise, and grants a minor ability of ice while in use. (It should be noted all Fairy Forms protect the Fairy from Cold and Low/Poor Atmosphere to a certain extent, but the Cold Protection of the Lovix is Infinitely Superior.)

Like wise the Sophix protects against humidity and heat, as well a bugs, it gives the wearer an improved connection with the Voice of Nature.

These two forms are two of several Gifts of Magic that exist, several forms of the Lovix and Sophix exist and merely require the Blessing of a Major Fairy of the correct power type.

**Harmonix:

The Harmonix is an underwater form which can be obtained by bonding with a selkie from the fairy’s home world. Capable of transitioning between air, land and water, the Harmonix allows fairies to operate at otherwise impossible ocean depths.

When a fairy needs to travel at great speeds, the long train of the skirt and leg ribbons, instantaneously transform into a mermaid tail that can propel the fairy and otherwise unobtainable underwater speeds. (it should also be noted: as an underwater based Form, the Harmonix does not have soled shoes, just pretty leg ribbons.)

**Sirenix:

A transformation that is Exclusive to the Infinite ocean, it enables fairies to swim as fast as their tailed Harmonix forms, and grants them a deeper connection to the oceans of the universe.
It requires the Harmonix form and access to the Infinite Ocean to achieve.

Bloomix:

A modern rendition of a more Primal Fairy Form, the Bloomix is granted by receiving a small spark of the Dragon Flame. This form has a higher attack power than any other, but a fairy’s healing abilities can be lessened as a result, it is the Warrior form of fairies.
The users of this form were, in Daphne’s prime, referred to as Nymphs.

Mythix:

The second 'world exclusive’ form, It requires a Wand from the Legendarium world to manifest, and can only be used within the world of the Legendarium. It protects users from the Fugue of the Legendrium, a curse which steals Fairy Magic if a Fairy remains in the Legendarium too long.

*Butteflix:

The Blessing of Wild Magic, this form is acquired when a fairy manages to obtain a compatible form of Wild Magic. (Compatible in this case meaning freely given, not stolen for selfish purposes, fairies who have received the Blessing of a Major fairy of Nature are more likely to prove compatible with Wild Magic.)

*Tynix:

'Pocket Dimension’ gear, allows a fairy to access world inside pocket dimensions with out suffering the effects of 'pocket distortion,’ a magical cousin of the bends which occurs when moving to, from and around in Pocket Dimensions during the initial 24 to 36 hours.

(Granted by a friend of Daphne’s who lives in a tiny clam in lack Roccaluce and specialises in dimensional magic. Technically one of the Gifts of Magic.)

Dreamix: ***

Allows Fairies to enter the Dream World, and fight in it. Originally gifted by Morpheus*** (early ssn2) as a one use transformation, recharged and earned ssn8.

Additional notes:

* I must at this point admit I have not finished season seven, I had trouble tracking down the episodes and I just…. oh my goodness…. this season… I have however watch WoW, and enjoyed it as a back to basics, but some of the season was a bit… yeah… (they fairy animal thing was really forced and weird okay, and none/very few of the transformation terms are the same as cannon, why did they even need to visit the mini worlds? I don’t know! I’m so confused… I spent most of Nex’s screen time yelling 'Who. Are. You?’ at the screen even though I know who he is…)

** see Suiseix entry below/right at the end

***(Morpheus was a character in the comics in an alternate introduction to Aisha story, he opened the door for the Winx to enter the world of Dreams to free Aisha from Darkar’s nightmare curse thingy.) There are several occasions where a Fairy may use a Transformation she has not yet Earned, or should not be able to wield, by gaining Authorisation from Higher Powers like Morpheus, or The First Fairy Arcadia and her group.


Powers like Fairy Dust and Miniaturisation can be used in forms other than Enchantix but they’re less potent/harder to use/require more magic

It should also be noted that 'new’ does NOT mean 'more powerful,’ but it does mean 'more power.’

Each new transformation increases a Fairies over all power, passively, but the transformations are not inherently more powerful than one or the other.

Presented as Game stats:

Winx Fairy
lvl ??

HP: /500
MP: /1,000
Basix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP
Enchantix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, Fairy Dust, Miniaturisation
Charmix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) 10% Power Boost (all power related stats gain an additional 10% boost when Charmix is in use)

Speedix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP
Tracix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP
Zoomix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP
Believix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic’
Lovix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic’, Negates: Status Effect Tree: Cold, Enable: Ice Affinity – Minor
Sophix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic’, Negates: Status Effect: Humidity, Negates: Status Effect: Heat – minor, Immunity: Bugging Me, Enable: Nature Affinity - Minor
Harmonix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) Immunity: Waterlogged
Sirenix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Immunity: Waterlogged, Access: Infinite Ocean
Bloomix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP

Mythix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Immunity: Fugue of the Legendarium, Access: The Worlds of the Legendarium

Bloom
Level??

HP: /500 ((+37%=185) /685)
MP: /1,000 ((+95%=950) /1,950)

Alternative Canon Original Transformations/Variations.


Suiseix/Mizunix:

The temporary fairy transformation powered by the water stars (Bloom must let go of the Dragon Fire completely for the duration of its use or risk the destruction of the universe.)

The 'Water Stars’ the Winx collected from the alternate dimension weren’t the Actual Water Stars, they’re amulets which allow the girls to channel the power of The Water Stars, from their realm into the realm of the Winx, like Bloom does for the Dragon Fire. (Which is why they just so happen to be thematically linked to the six fairies)

Suiseix > Harmonix

This transformation was authorised only once, but once the power of the Water Stars was withdrawn from the amulets, the Winx were allowed to keep a less powerful echo of the form: The Harmonix.

(Entering the Infinite Ocean requires a bonded Selkie to take you (the first time). Serena, Daphne’s bonded Selkie was frozen by her gate on Domino. In her ghost form, Daphne was unable to do anything to help her, unsure if she was even still alive within the ice. Using their sisterly bond to create an empathic link, and aided by the Harmonix power of the Winx, they magically pull Serena into Lake Roccaluce where they manage to thaw her using the Dragon Flame and Fairy Dust, and she bonds with Bloom. (Selkie can form multiple bonds, especially if their Bonded is the magical equivalent of a ghost.))

(Suisei: Japanese – the water star / Mizuno: Japanese – of water)

TL;DR ummm…. Fairy Transformations and stuff that I threw the canon out for cause I though it was OP/BS or just kinda bleh?

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 4 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

A/N: Hey everyone ~ this is a bit long so I put a “Keep Reading” link so let me know if it isn’t working ^^ Enjoy :D

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Originally posted by pikakira7x

          Jungkook glanced over at you curiously as you were intently immersed in a stack of papers. He had been given a filing job to organize the different client folders; something simple since he was still fairly new, but he wondered what you were doing to look so serious. You always looked serious and in deep thought, but this was more than usual.

           "Jungkook.“ You called and he flinched, wondering if you had noticed him staring.

           "Y-yes?”

           "My eyes are starting to hurt.“ You rubbed them. "Can you read these lines for me? Just make sure there are no glaring mistakes in the calculations and in the wording.”

           "Oh, sure thing.“ he blinked and walked over to you, leaning his body against your desk to take a look.

           You found yourself studying his side profile attentively as he did so. The way his brows furrowed a little, and the way his forearms tensed when he leaned against the surface of your table. The way he worried his lip as he scanned the page. You could definitely understand why he was successful in Club Masquerade, but why did his confidence plummet without the mask, when he was so innately attractive already?

           Playfully, you covered his hand with yours, and as you predicted, his reaction was greatly amusing. He ripped his hand away as if you had just lit a match on it and his eyes were wide– alert, and nervous.

           "Wh-what are you doing?”

           "Accidentally brushing fingertips?“ You grinned as you wiggled your fingers. "Did your heart flutter?”

           "No!“ he answered a little too quickly, which made you grin even wider.

           "How are we going to fake date if you’re going to run from me every time we touch?” You questioned then hurriedly, one of his hands was over your mouth.

           "Don’t say that out loud!“ he whispered.

           You stared, waiting for him to realize he had touched you first. When he did, he rushed to drop his hand and stepped away from you.

           You chuckled, "Well if word did get out then people would leave you alone.”

           "Yeah, but if word reaches the Club, I might be forced to graduate.“ Jungkook scratched his head.

           "Graduate?” You tilted your head.

           "Yeah. If one of the hosts get into a serious relationship, they end up graduating Masquerade because we aren’t allowed to be committed and a host at the same time.“

           "What about dating?” You asked.

           "What about it?“

           "Would you have to graduate if you were just dating? That’s not considered serious right?”

           Jungkook blinked. “Wait, what’s the difference between dating and dating?”

           You laughed. “Are there two types of dating?”

           "Well people say they’re dating if they’re girlfriend and boyfriend…isn’t that serious?“ Jungkook questioned.

           "Ohhh.” You hummed. “That’s true… well dating can also be just the phase of getting to know each other prior to committing to a label, which is what we’re faking.”

           "Why would we be faking it if we are getting to know each other?“

           "Do you want to date me, Jeon Jungkook?” You chuckled.

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Spoilers! My Thoughts on Epic Winter

Beware: Very long post with crap ton of pictures! -wink- 

Guess who has a new OTP???

DIS GURL DOES! I really love this new song better than the last one in my opinion. 

I suppose I’ll give my thoughts on the movie. Over all? It was pretty all right, but I felt it was too predictable. There were very few elements in the movie that was new and refreshing. For example, the two main characters (Raven and Apple) took a nice healthy break from the spot light to give some other characters a try, which is nice (though due to this choice, no Rapple -sniff sniff-).

I was very happy to see Justine and Duchess have a ice dance off! I would love to see more between these two in the future <3! Healthy competition of course.

AND GUESS WHO SQUEALED/CRIED OVER SEEING HER ORIGINAL OTP? PLEASE MATTEL! I want to see these two interact more. Ever since Spring Unsprung I shipped them and was disappointed that they haven’t talked to each other since! 

Not to mention I am sad that Darling and Apple haven’t been shown talking about their destinies either. It obviously showed that Apple and Daring weren’t meant to be; but I am still holding on to Darling most likely being Apple’s Prince Charming while also being the White Knight in Wonderland. (Just make Darling gay Mattel -slips them Mattel money that they obviously need for their stupid/tragic doll budget cuts they’ve been making-) #Butthat’snoneofmybusiness 

“Blondie needs to chill out.”

I think this was the best thing in the movie X’D ahaha! And of course Blondie’s mic drop right before this. Did you see her icon on the bottom right corner? It’s so adorable! I haven’t seen it before until now! :D

It was spelltacular that we saw some parents again!

Jillian with her dad. EVEN LIZZIE AND HER MOM! SO ADORABLE! 

Not gonna lie, I felt bad for Raven, but it was pretty amusing scooting her mother around ahaha!

The library scene really was hexcellent! The detail was superb. I really enjoyed it and hope it will be used again in the future.

Farrah really grew on me in this movie. She is seriously adorable and too amazing for her own good. I was delighted seeing what else she can do. 

Am I the only one tickled pink in seeing cutie Poppy snuggled in Holly’s long hair? XD

Soooooo why didn’t Faybelle get a doll but Maddie and Apple did? =_=;; I would have DIED for a Faybelle doll in this outfit :’( (I would say maybe a special edition doll but I think the special edition doll was Crystal Winter herself. I guess we shall see…)

The antagonists in the movie were all right. I didn’t realize how short they were until Crystal hugged them later on. At least they’re not as short as the pixies.

Also, did anyone else get annoyed with Blondie? I feel harsh saying this, but I kinda wish they left her out and put someone else instead (like maybe cutie patootie Cedar or something). I have a like/dislike relationship with Blondie. She has her good and bad moments. At least her outfit was pretty cute during this movie but I kinda wish they left her out. 

Cute Winter pout and sulk <3

Not gonna lie, I kinda want that gun now ahaha! 

“How did the sleigh even get up there?” Blondie asks the real questions XD 

I was happy to see Briar and Faybelle interact a few times within the movie. You can clearly see Briar is still very uncomfortable of being put to sleep for 100 years of her life. I suppose they wanted to show she still hasn’t quite decided on what she wants to do. 

Okay Faybelle that WASN’T okay to do, even as a joke. Not hat-tastic >: / 

But I do appreciate her ‘oh shit she gunna do it for realz?!’ look XD 

I just really enjoyed these scenes of them glowing and asleep. Just gorgeous animation all around #aesthetic guyz

My most favorite part probably was the new song and everyone dreaming of their happily ever afters. It was very enchanting and beautiful! 

Most likely my new wallpaper <3 

Soooo yeah my new otp. I was very thrilled on seeing this. It really does show that Faybelle has a soft side and definitely wouldn’t curse Briar so she can be free to do as she pleases. She does care and even stopped Briar to not make a choice she knows she wouldn’t be happy on making.

I just love the details to this song. I’m starting to wonder the person who sings this also sings for Monster High. The voice just sounded familiar. 

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY! These cuties literally killed my heart in this scene. HUNTER LOOKING SO DAPPER AND IS AN ADORABLE CHESTNUT! I mean, look at him! He’s so captivating and just so blessed to have Ashlynn in his life. He never thought he would ever get a princess and just—my heart guys, my heart! 

Blondie’s dream was just very cute. She just wants to have many bear friends to bear with her :’D (I’m terrible I know). 

Just an darling Crystal Winter screenshot. 

I know many Dizzie and Darise fans were very upset over the canon relationship of Rosabella and Daring. I find them very adorable though and consider them a nice and interesting couple. I would love to see more of them in future episodes and movies <3! 

Overall the movie was beautiful and gorgeously animated since I am a big winter person myself. I would probably give it a 7.5/10 since I feel that some parts were a bit lackluster, and like I said earlier, too predictable. But I actually am proud that Mattel still gives me another otp to love <3. And also,

Crying Faybelle gives me life? It just goes to show you have to read the fine print when it comes to shady things like that. Glad she learned her lesson (or at least I hope she did). I grew to love Faybelle a lot during these past 2 movies. But probably since she’s been seen a lot (like Lizzie from Spring Unsprung and Way to Wonderland) we might not be able to see her possibly for a long while. Just saying and noticing a trend guys > o >.

Anyways, let me know what you think! Do you like the new movie? Have you collected any of the dolls? What do you think of the new Rosebella and Daring pairing? Talk to me guyz! I’m alllll ears! ^_^